Omniscient
Compton California
February 7th 2023
"Who the hell banging on my door like that?!" An irritated Ronda saying walking to the front door.
The small family was sitting in the living room, watching a movie when all of a sudden they heard heavy knocks on the front door.
"How can I help you?" She asked seeing two white police officers at her door.
"Ma'am we're here for Dion Lawrence, this is listed as his current residence" one of the officers said cursing Ronda to furrow her eyebrows.
"Wh—uh what does he have to do with this?"
"We can't tell you that, it's confidential ma'am"
"Well he's my son and I want to know what's going on"
"Ma who at da' door?" Dion walks up and stands behind his mother, seeing the two officers.
"Dion no!" She said knowing something bad was about to happen.
"Dion Lawrence you're under arrest for the assault of Jayden Richardson"
"Assault!?" Ronda exclaimed gaining destiny's attention, "Jayden Richardson?!"
Destiny slowly walked towards the noise, only to see her brother being put in handcuffs, while her mother sobbed.
"My babyyyyy"Ronda cried looking at her son who stood tall.
"Ma chill, call this number, 443-390-1284" he said.
"Dion? No, no whats going on?"destiny asked.
"Anything you do or say can be used against you—you have a right to have a lawyer, if you cannot afford one, the court will produce you one" the officer spoke over her mothers sobs.
"Dion what happened!?"
"Ima be fine, relax" was the last thing he said before getting out in the cop car.
"What happened mommy?" Destiny asked in a horse tone.
"He's being charged with assault" she told her daughter.
"What? By who?—whoever is doing this is lying, Dion would never" she denied her brother's accusation.
"Jayden is charging him" Ronda said making her daughter's blood run cold.
"Jayden? No mom, why would Hayden do something like that?" She said filling her mother to the kitchen, "what are you doing"
"443-390-1284" she said out loud as she rode it on the back of a piece of mail.
"Mom what are you doing?" Destiny asked confused.
"Dion told me-"she cut herself off with a sniffle, "he told me a number and to call it"
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Ja'rod Lewis
I'm at my babymama house, chilling with my son when I get a call from an unknown number. I hesitate to answer it.
"Aye hold up" I said to my son before throwing the football on the ground.
"Hello" I answered.
"Hello my name is Ronda and my son told me to give you a call" the lady "Ronda" said making me furrow my eyebrows.
"Who yo' son?"
"Dion" she said and I knew automatically who he was. I told that nigga to call me if he in trouble a while back.
"Why he tell you ta' call me?" I asked, feeling my son bite on my finger.
"He has been arrested and he gave me your number—he didn't tell me why but I'm assuming you can help him out"
