͏͏p͏͏l͏͏a͏͏y ͏͏s͏͏o͏͏n͏͏g ͏͏͏͏a͏͏b͏͏o͏͏v͏͏e ͏͏w͏͏h͏͏e͏͏͏͏͏͏n ͏͏͏͏y͏͏o͏͏u ͏͏s͏͏e͏͏e * ͏͏f͏͏o͏͏r͏͏ ͏͏b͏͏e͏͏t͏͏t͏͏e͏͏r ͏͏e͏͏x͏͏p͏͏e͏͏r͏͏͏͏i͏͏e͏͏͏͏n͏͏c͏͏e
JAMAICA WAS AN OVERALL BEAUTIFUL experience, it made me realize that it was a better life outside of New York and all the bullshit id been through this year.
I was standing with my luggage as I was waiting for Kilyier to go through airport security when I was approached by an officer.
"Princess Jones?" I nodded my head confusedly. "Can you come with me please?"
"What the fuck why?" I furrowed my eyebrows, my heart thumbing through my chest.
Just in time Kilyier walked up to the commotion, standing beside me protectively. From the angered look on his face he was familiar with the officer.
"Is there a problem?"
"No problem. Mr. Ramos, I just need your girl friend to come in for some questioning." The officer explained.
"I'm not answering shit—
I was cut off by him aggressively pulling my hands behind my back, the cold sensation of tight handcuffs making me wince.
"I'm afraid i'm not asking, you're being detained right now, resisting will only make this worse."
I could hear Kilyier cussing out other cops as I was being led out the airport and into a police car.
I sat in the backseat not saying a word, this was complete bullshit, Destini's face was already closed months prior so what was this about.
"Watch your head." Rodriguez, was the name on his uniform, led me out the car.
I got stares from other officers as I walked into the department, I glared them back in response because what were they looking at me for?
My eyes connected with a familiar face. Destini's father.
His eyes widened at the sight of me, "Hey, what the hell's going on?"
"I'm doing what you couldn't. I'm trying to get justice for your daughter." Rodriguez spat.
So this was about Destini.
"You can't arrest her without a warrant, Rodriguez! What were you thinking?" Mr. Smith gritted his teeth.
"I was thinking about all the innocent people killed."
Innocent? As if.
I sucked in a angered breath as he continued dragging me along until we entered an interrogation room.
"Sorry about that." He smiled sarcastically, finally removing the uncomfortable cuffs off of me before sitting down in front of me.
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