𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

No Means No

V.S.O.P~ K. Michelle
"We gon light some candles tonight"

Trigger Warning(s): Mentions of rape, racial profiling, police brutality, and racial slurs.

Lyriq POV
"Girl, you done took forever to call me. I started to put an amber alert out on you." Ray joked.

I climbed into my vehicle.

Work was so damn hectic today. Bitch, we had so many customers.

"Girl, bye.. not an amber alert. I just been busy; I got some personal problems right now." I responded, slightly chuckling, while turning the engine over.

"Well, I'm glad that you alright—thought you were in Cuba with 2Pac for a second." She said.

"Girl, 2Pac is not alive—

"Nigga, yes he is. We can debate about this all day—I promise I got the time.. except for 5pm, I gotta get to work at 5pm. So not all day. More like 2 hours. Well not 2 hours because I gotta get ready, and I gotta drive to Los Altos—did I tell you I had a good paying job? You should pull up and come get me spoiled." Ray rambled.

I playfully rolled my eyes.

"Girl, bye. You ain't got the funds for my spending—

"Who don't? On my Great Grandmother Sharice, pull up and get you a Birkin bag—

"Shit." I suddenly cursed.

Cops.

You already know how these motherfuckers be. Let me just pull over and play it cool.

Rodney King got beat in California—I ain't tryna be Rodney Queen.

"Ray, let me call you back. I just got pulled over." I sighed.

"Alright then, shawty. Hit me up when you out your situation." She replied.

"I will. Peace." I replied before ending the call.

I jumped, startled at the police officer tapping on my window.

The flashlight was very bright; I couldn't see out of the glass.

The officer motioned for me to roll the window down; wailing the light up and down.

"Huh?" I rolled the window down, forearm protecting my eyes.

"License and registration, please." The male voice ordered in a demanding tone.

"What am I getting pulled over for?" I asked.

"Give me your license and registration; I'm not asking again." He said.

"Women just hate listening." He added.

I paused..

That's the officer that sided with Jeremiah when Nasir got taken from me.

"Oh, it's you." I stale faced.

He stopped chewing his gum.

"Oh, you're the lady from that elementary school." He mean mugged.

"And is. The fuck?" I cursed.

"Step out of the vehicle for me." He ordered.

"Why?" I asked.

He started reaching for his holster.

"I won't ask you again, girl. Step out of the vehicle—before I do your ass like Breonna Taylor." He spat.

"Bitch, what you just say?" I spat, stepping out of my car.

I saw him place his hand over his bodycam—the light turned off. That's when he grabbed me, and slammed me to the ground.

"Get off of me! You're hurting me!" I yelled.

"Shut the fuck up. Put your hands behind your back—

"You're hurting my ribs!" I screamed.

He turned me over.

"Listen here, stupid bitch—I'll paint your whole fucking face if you don't comply. Put your hands behind your back. Right now!" He raised his gun at me.

"Fuck you, bitch ass nigga." I spat.

He coldly chuckled.

"I'm a bitch ass nigga? Do I look like a nigga from Compton?" He lowered his weapon.

I know this white motherfucker did not just say nigga to me.

"Dumb ass cracker, watch your mouth. Stupid ass bitch." I cursed.

He laughed.

"Turn your Black ass around. We'll see which one of us is a bitch ass nigga." He roughly handled me.

"What you doing?" I asked, as he unbuttoned his pants.

Everything started to move fast. One second I was kicking and screaming, the next second I was being thrown. I don't know what was going on. It was like a movie—except, I didn't know the script. I wasn't the director. It was a very bad movie.

He laughed, insulted me, humiliated me. He made me feel so small.

"You gonna watch your mouth next time?" He asked.

Still, nobody rescued me. People drove past. Nobody stopped their car. No one.

"Somebody help me!" I cried.

Still nothing.

Nobody came to my rescue.

"Get off of me!" I screamed

He didn't stop. He didn't listen.

"You like that white dick, nigger bitch?" He gritted.

"Please stop. I'm sorry." I sobbed.

He laughed.

"Say "I like this white dick, Massa." You used that big ass mouth to disrespect me. Say what I told you to say!" He yelled.

He landed a harsh punch to my back.

"Say it, bitch!" He yelled.

"I like this white dick, Massa." I gave in, whimpering, hoping it'd stop the violence.

He laughed. Fucking laughed. Like a sick fuck.

"Nasir!" I screamed out as he drove off.

I don't know why I called out for my son; but, I did.

I want my mother, father, aunts...Billie.