collide | central cee [completed]

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oakley's pov

"alright, step out the vehicle" the cop told me as he opened the police car door. i stumbled out of the car. i have a feeling i know why i'm here, but all the alcohol from last night made everything fuzzy.

the policeman tightened the steel handcuffs around my wrists. i could feel the cuffs dig into my skin and i winced in discomfort.

we entered the building with the words 'police station' written on the front doors. from here, i could only imagine where i was going. i got through booking and processing like a breeze.

what the hell am i doing here?

the policeman walked me toward the back of the building and i could already see there was a room surrounded by bars. i gulped and looked up in hopelessness. God please, if you're out there, help me.

"aht aht" a man said from behind us. the cop turned around, causing me to do the same.

i met eyes with a man dressed in a fine suit, holding paperwork, staring at me. the man pointed at me, and gestured for the cop to bring me to him.

"you're coming with me, son" the man said. he lead me into a small room just around the corner. they subsequently removed my cuffs and gestured for me to sit down at small table.

i massaged my wrists from the uncomfort of the handcuffs. the man came back with a disingenuous grin plastered on his face. he dropped the paperwork at the table.

"mr. caesar-su, nice to meet you, i'm detective soto" the detective said. i nodded at him. "do you know why we brought you here today?" detective soto asked, leaning in his chair.

because adriana's dad is an asshole... i thought to myself.

i shook my head, signaling a 'no.'

detective soto squinted. "can you tell me why you think you're here today?" he asked me once more. "sir, it's been a heavy night" i answered, rubbing my eyes in exhaustion.

soto sighed and pulled out a picture from the paperwork on the table.

"do you know this kid shown in the photo?" soto pushed the large photo toward me. it seemed to be a yearbook photo of a unfamiliar guy around my age.

i shook my head. "gerald smith. senior at jefferson high. he went to a party last night only to be shot twice--" soto pulled out another photo. this time of bloody gunshot wounds. "--right in the abdomen."

i tried to have little to no reaction at all. soto looked at me with wide eyes. "witnesses say you were in the room with mr. smith, fist fighting right before gunshots were heard" soto pursed his lips.

"i-" i tried to make out words but i felt like i couldn't get any out. before i could say anything, the door swung open. "mr. Caesar-su, looks like your prayers have been answered."

the cop stepped aside, to reveal none other than adriana's grandma, lydia, standing at the door way. detective soto looked at me and scoffed.

my heart dropped and i silently praised God. "you've been bailed out. paperwork will need to be signed on the way out" the cop said.

detective soto shook his head. i hesitated standing up, as i was still in disbelief.

"and put a shirt on, dirt bag" the cop spat. oh shit. i wasn't even wearing a shirt.

i couldn't contain my smile as i went to hug lydia. "lydia, thank you so much" i wrapped the small elderly woman in an embrace.

lydia looked at me with eyes that had pity and uncertainty written all over them. "let's get you out of here" she said. i met with some police officers in the front and i signed some things without reading.

all i knew was i was free to go.

minutes after, we left the police station. "what time is it lyd'?" i asked lydia, rubbing my arms in hopes of warming up. "it's nearly 6 in the morning" lydia said.

"mind taking me to see gram? i know visiting hours start soon.. i miss her like crazy" i asked lydia. she stayed silent. we continued walking to her car.

"lydia?" i tried getting her attention. "what's wrong?" we stopped at her car.

lydia stared at the ground. "oakley, it's your grandmother.."

"she's passed away..."