How Do U Want It?

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Having the cold metal of a handcuff that held my wrist captive to an old wooden chair in the middle of this worn down police station wasn't exactly pleasant. The fact that I was innocent made the situation even more substandard. Well, I was innocent to an extent.

This dusty police department wasn't quite the scenery. The walls were coated with a dull, cream color with a tint of green. And the wooden floors constantly creaking made my ears shudder.

Various sounds could be heard through out the facility. Phones ringing, officers exchanging words, and faint jazz music emerging from somewhere in the building.

And here, I sat with one wrist handcuffed to a chair next to an officer's desk.

"Aye so what ...I'm just gone sit here?" The inevitable question left my mouth. The officer who sat next to me glanced at me, then proceeded to do his stack of paper work on his desk.

"Call an adult, or a legal guardian." The officer spoke the short sentence.

I huffed and retorted, "You gonna let me use your phone?" I dragged my eyes between him and the landline placed on the wall. He stared at me in annoyance for a second, mumbled something, then slowly proceeded to take the handcuffs off.

"You got 3 minutes."

And with that, I dialed the person who got me in this mess: Eazy.

My fingers hastily pressed the numbers for Eazy's phone. After it ringing for a few seconds, I was on pins and needles. "Pick up, pick up." The last thing I would want to do is call Dre.

"Who this?" The infamous high pitched voice rang through my ears.

"Eazy I only got 3 minutes so -" I began to rant, but then got cut off.

"Ebelle? Where the hell you at? I been paging you like shit!" Eazy started to get upset.

"Eazy calm down and listen. I'm at the police station," I said, "I didn't have anything on me but my money. I started to walk home and they pulled up behind me. They started askin' questions and stuff. And they wouldn't let me go. So they took me, now I'm stuck at this police station. They told me I need to call somebody to come and get me."

All I heard was air on the line.

"Eazy.."

"I'm on my way."

*

Eazy came and picked me up. Relieved would be an understatement on how I feel right now.

As I leaned against the car door, looking at the night scenery passing me by, all you could hear was the tires rolling against the road.

I didn't know if Eazy was upset or what, but there was a questionable vibe coming from him.

"Are...are you mad at me?" I asked Eazy, looking at him from the passenger seat.

He hesitated, then began to speak, "No."

The simplicity of his words angered me, and left me hanging on a cliff.

Thankfully, he wasn't finished, "How could you let this happen?"

At this point, I felt appalled. Its my fault now? "What? What do you mean how could I let this happen? I told you, it wasn't no gettin' out of that." I spat at him.

Eazy scoffed, "You know how many times the police done targeted my ass? That wasn't shit, Ebelle."

"Well I don't know if you know Eric, but I'm not a seasoned drug dealer like you." I kept a monotonous voice and avoided making eye contact with Eazy.

"You know what? This is my fault. 'Cuz I should have never brought you in this. You just a kid. A dumbass irresponsible kid." Eazy's words cut like knives, and left me speechless.

I kept quiet, as tears formed in my eyes. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was being irresponsible and dumb.

Luckily, we arrived at Dre's house shortly after. Once Eazy brought the car to a stop, I didn't hesitate to get out and speed walk to the door.

I still heard the engine roaring from Eazy's 64 Chevy Impala, meaning he was waiting on me to get inside before he pulled off. That made my mood lift just a bit. However, I still felt like crying.

I entered my home, and I closed the door using my back, I slid down onto the floor.

What if he wasn't just talking out of anger? What is this is how he really felt?

If I wanted to get back on good terms with Eazy, I had to do better.

I have to make him happy, no matter what.