𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄.

⌖ WHAT TRUTH? | O35. ‹ ⚜ ›
❝ i ain't fixing nobody's narrative of me. ❞

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"Jasiah Brown & Silver Marcellus, you are under arrest for homicide & obstruction of justice. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can & will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"

Jasiah let out a breathless chuckle. "Afford? I can afford anything, actually." He said amusingly, as if the weight of the officer against his back was nothing more than a minor inconvenience to him.

Beside him, Spoon shifted, his fingers flexing against the tight grip on his wrists. His eyes cut toward the officer, squinting in mock confusion. "So when you say 'the rightttt'..." His drawl stretched the word, feigning deep thought.

That was all it took. Jasiah cracked first, a loud laugh bursting from his chest despite his restrained position.

"Yea, elaborate on that." Jasiah added as he twisted slightly under the officer's hold.

Both men were yanked upright, their arms pulled tight behind them. The laughter didn't die though—if anything, the absurdity of the situation only seemed to entertain them more.

Sitting in the back of the squad car on the way to the facility, hands cuffed behind his back, Jasiah felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, again. It had been going off nonstop, & he already knew who it was. Iris. She was still waiting for him, probably pacing, definitely pissed.

At that point, it was fuck the flowers & fuck the apology. None of it mattered now. What was he supposed to say? Sorry I had you waiting, but I got locked up, so I can't go with you—like that was gonna fix anything. She had already been waiting two hours, probably deciding whether she should block his number until he came breaking into her home to apologize again.

But the worst part? If he had just left when he was supposed to, they would be on the way to Japan right now. He could picture it so clearly—her curled up next to him on her jet, her first flight on it, with her feet kicked up in his lap as he worked his thumbs into her arches, flirting with her like he was still trying to bag her.

He wanted to answer the phone & explain, but all he could do was sit there, staring out the window. Her calls, her texts...he could only imagine what she was saying. The frustration. The confusion.

"She gon' hate me..." He muttered under his breath. Spoon glanced at him from the other side of the car, but Jasiah was too caught up in his own thoughts to acknowledge it before he exhaled deeply, shaking his head again. "We was supposed to be on the way to Japan—" Impulsively, the bottom of his shoe kicked into the back of the seat in front of him, making the officer jerk forward from the impact.