Christans pov:
Oh my gosh.
I don't know witch one of these b1tches lied, but I did not beat up anyone for some freaking drugs. I mean, I don't do drugs, I drink and smoke from time to time, but but I'm not obsessed to the point I'll beat someone up for them. I feel like Nathan did this, because he's to much of α pu$$y to stand up for himself.
"What the f*ck?!" I yell, walking to the police car.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say-"
"Will be used against me, blah blah blah" I say, I meant to say that in my head but it came out anyways.
"Strike 1." The police man says
"Huh?"
"Strike 2."
Sh1t.
Later,
I wake up in a cell, a freaking jail cell, I have no clue how long I will be here or why I am here, but I get called out and go to court. I've never been to jail before, but I know this is not how jail works.
"Christan Ange'l Eastern?" The judge calls, I think judges are supposed to be in a judge outfit? But she's in a blue dress and red heels. Looks like a teacher outfit. Weird.
"Yes ma'am?"
"Did you or did you not beat this poor man up for drugs? Specifically, cocaine, cigarettes, liquor and vapes."
"No ma'am!" I yell, I'm stressing out so bad man.
"Nathan Colleen is called to the stand." Is this how this works? I thought I was supposed to call people to the stand, I don't know but still.
"I have proof of this drug stealing, people beating up, ugly @$$ theif." Nathan says, pulling out his phone.
"Ok n1gga, we not finna do that. I didn't beat you up for drugs, I beat u up for touching, harassing, talking to, and abusing my girlfriend."
"SILENCE." The judge says. Banging down the mallet thingy.
"Okay, d@mn." I say, rolling my eyes.
Nathan shows a CLEARLY edited photo of me holding drugs in my hand, and his bleeding out, this photo looks edited by CapCut exactly. Actually, I know it is, I see the watermark. There's no way their gonna let this slide.
"Okay, I think we have came to a final verdict."
Finally.
"Christan Eastern is found guilty."
"WHAT?"
There's no way, that photo is clearly edited, you can still see the background from the original photos.
"Lock him up." She says, while I'm getting handcuffed, for the second time today.
"Oh my goodness."
Later/Camilas pov:
MY MAN IS LOCKED UP.
At least I think, all I remember was him calling saying; "I'm going to see you in 5 days. I Love you Camila." Last time I got locked up it was 5 days too, so maybe it is for him too.
I keep spamming his phone but it goes straight to voicemail or he just doesn't answer, I'm starting to think he died, but he said 5 days, and if he dies he's not coming back.
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Middle School Crush |18+
Storie d'amore" I wake up in a dark room, I try to get up but I'm pinned to a foldable chair. If whoever this is is trying to kidnap me, they should at least have a better chair. "CHRIS?" I yell, as loud as I can. "BABY!" He yells in return, it was really muffled...
