Welcome to The New Classic, where the past and the present merge, to form a new future.
Once that no one can see coming...
Join Angelo, Vanessa and the rest of the gang three and a half long years after that fateful night.
Lo kept count. V didn't...
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"State your name for the record."
It had been a while since I last heard these words.
I'd worked hard over the years, to ensure my arrest record began as soon as it ended.
Confinement wasn't really my thing.
I was a big guy, so being relegated to a small interrogation room in the off-site facility I was currently detained at was cramping my style was an understatement of elephantine proportions.
And let's not even start with my mood.
A frown was etched deeply into the contours of my face as I glanced at my wrists, which were cuffed to the metal surface they were resting on. Another flicker of the eye revealed to me, my reflection, in the two way mirror in front of me.
Well, ain't this 'bout a bitch.
Just a moment ago, I'd left the woman of my affections to reflect on the turn our relationship had taken.
During the time in which I had her undivided attention, there was an exchange of more than words. She told me, wordlessly that my well-being and reputation still mattered to her and I reciprocated the sentiment. And I showed her that I would always have her back, and care for her. So in return, she let me get closer to her than I had been in years, telling me with her eyes alone, that she welcomed said protection.
It was in the way her brows scrunched at the thought that I'd somehow put myself into danger or disrepute for giving that piece of shit what he deserved, and in the gratitude that rolled off her shoulders while I was giving her a much needed foot rub.
The encounter had calmed me in a way I didn't even realise I needed to be.
Because this was some bullshit.
It seemed that my likes and dislikes were of little consequence here. Because if there was one thing that I hated more than being restrained, it was being questioned by someone who had no right to do so.
There was a small circle of people that I owed the truth to, and would happily share it with.
And this cop sitting across the table from me wasn't one of them.
"I invoke my right under the Fifth Amendment of the U.S Constitution to remain silent, on the grounds that answering your questions may incriminate me." My nonchalant response clearly wasn't what this pasty little pig wanted to hear, as his left eyelid twitched almost immediately after I stopped speaking.
