Jamal stopped walking and stared at the white man behind him.
"Robert I swear ta God if you poke me again."
"What you gon do punch me with 2 hands behind your back?"
"You fuckin' white man."
"Ok, and your dressed like you bout to commit a crime..again."
Jamal in a black wife beater and some black sweat pants.
"Obviously you don't know how to dress white committing a crime."
"And it obviously you don't either... which is why you're here."
The fair skinned man glared at the officer
"Fuck you robert."
Robert poked him again and kept his finger there making Jamal face ball up into a mug.
He huffed and walked to his usual interrogation room ignoring Robert. He was truly like a annoying ass sibling.
Jamal walked into the room and stood at the door for robert to take the cuffs off. He walked into the room and sat on the couch when Robert closed the door.
There wasn't much in the door just 2 chairs, a table that couldn't move, a couch that also couldn't move. It had a normal metal door, plain white walls and a camera that wasn't on when he had visits.
He looked up making eye contact with Imani who was glaring at him and he looked down trying not to smile, not wanting her to think he was laughing at her.
Her hair was flat ironed and styled as she sat in a white dress with her legs and arms crossed with white fur coat around her shoulders topping it off white diamonds in her ears he got her for her birthday. Somehow me always managed to buy his 3 girl something for their birthdays and Christmas every year.
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"You still mad at me?" He asked and she stared at him.
"I said sorry mani." He put his head up when he didn't get a response, making eye contact with her. He watched as her eyes got watery and sighed.
"I made you some food" she said softly pushing the food in the middle of the table as if he couldn't see it.
He watched as she wiped her eye when her tears started falling.
"C'mere Milan." He said keeping a calm tone in his voice and she stood up leaving the coat on the chair then walked towards him.
Pulling her on his lap and he wiped her tears.
"Stop crying."
He knew he hurt her feelings and she was more so upset that he wasn't trying. Jamal was man enough to admit that.
