Bad Bitches

Chapter 19

Quan

After we were handcuffed they took me into the room for questioning. I ain't scared or nothing because hell I wasn't the one fighting. Didn't nobody tell Angela, Madea, & Aunt Bam to go try to kill the bitch. I just said beat her ass. That's her dumb ass for listening.

"So, you mind telling me what happened out there.?" says a mixed young detective who looks to be no older then 23. She had a Bob I'm guessing that's what they call that shit with blonde highlights. Lime green eyes , long beautiful ass eyelashes and that damn outfit ain't important hell. That's to much describing. I look at her as she tilts her head. I lick my lips seductively.

"Shidd your fine ass is what happened." She looks at me and shakes her head.

"I'm gone need you to focus on the questions that I'm asking you. And by the way I am happily married. And you will not come on to me like that. Do you understand me. Am I making myself clear to you.?"

"Nahh Do you understand what I could do to you. I could have you bent over within seconds. Baby girl what your husband don't know won't hurt him." I try grabbing her hand but she yanks it away and slams her clipboard on the table.

"I'm not finto play games with you Mr......"

"I'm not finto play games with you either" I say cutting her off. And I can tell she's becoming very irritated.

"Can you please answer the damn questions !?"

"Ooooo don't get all feisty on me now." I wink and she snatches her clipboard and storms out the door. 10 minutes later a tall black man walks in with the same exact clip board.

"Awe hell nawl. I don't wanna talk to your Wiz Khalifa looking ass. Shouldn't you be out making labels.?" The man wrinkles his eyebrows at me.

"Look. I don't give a damn what you want. That's not what you're here for. Now you can either answer these few little questions or get put behind bars till you decide you want to answer them. Pick your choice." He says walking next to me.

"Iight man, what you want to know ?"

"Was you recording the fight?"

"Hel...I mean yea."

"Why didn't you break it up. Was you enjoying the fact that this young teenager was getting beat up to the fact where she couldn't move ?"

"Nahh. I'm a teenager man. Maybe I wanted to watch it again when I got bored or some. We ain't got no TV at home so I need some type of entertainment." He shakes his head and writes some on the paper that's on the clip board.

"How old are you ?"

"Can't y'all just check my information thingy for all that, man. Y'all asking questions y'all should already know before y'all come in here." I say getting impatient.

"Look I'm not finto play games with you. I'm finto ask again. How old are you ?"

"Mane, homeboy I'm 17, partna." He slams the clipboard on the table.

"Wassup with this clipboard and table thing. Can't y'all do some else when y'all get frustrated. That damn noise is irritating. and you scratching up the clipboard. That's a waste of money." He rubs his temples and walks out of the room. I can't help that I'm annoying hell. I don't like questions. This ain't school. I put my arms on the table and start ringing the service bell. I'm thirsty.

"Yes ?"

"Can a niqqa get some water.?"

"No."

"I'll get my own damn water then." I get up to go out the door but there are gaurds by it. "Never mind. I can wait now."

"Are you on medicine."

"Are you on medicine ?"

"No I am not." She folds her arms.

"There goes the answer to your question."

"You are very disrespectful."

"You are very unattractive."

"Sit here and act like you got home training." She walks out and I look around the room.

"Aye. Can you bring me a friend in here a niqqa lonely."

"Don't nobody want to talk to you." The lady says.

"Why you look constipated when you talk"

"Excuse me ?"

"I know you didn't just fart. You have no manners."

"You are getting on my nerves."

"Why you still talking to me then.?"

"Because I have the right young man, you are taking this as a joke when it's not!. "

"Blahhh. Why am I in here again.? This shit ain't koo. I didn't beat nobody ass. Why am I in here hell.?" I lean back in my chair and lick my lips.

"You are in here for questioning." The 1st woman that was in here the 1st time says.

"I don't like questions. So I'm gone need to be dismissed up out of here."

"Anyways. 1st question. Quan what exactly went on from 9 A.m. to 4:50 P.m." she says getting right down to it anyways.

"Lets see. At 9 I was pulling up in the parking lot, 10 I was being bothered with Tamika..annoying ass still. 11 I was walking in the school building. FINALLY. 12 I was in Gym class getting head. 1 I was at lunch eating that nasty ass food. 2 I was watching the clock waiting for the bell to ring. 3 The bell rung and I met the bro's outside. 4 I went to the park." I looked up and seen the woman looking at me with an angry expression written all over her face. I mean damn she asked a question and I gave it to her.

"What exactly did y'all do at the park Quan?"

"Mane gone on with these dumb ass questions. You know what the hell happened. If you didn't we wouldn't be in here right now. I ain't saying shit else. Y'all wanna act stupid and shit. Fuck I look like. This ain't no "ask a dumb question" game. Leave me the hell alone. Shit! Hell! Fuck !" She walks around to my right side and puts her hands on her hips.

"Quan wait right here. Don't say nothing. And don't move.!"

"Where the fuck you think I'm gone go. I'm in this damn box room. Hell.!" I put my hands in my pocket and slide down in my chair. And prop my foot up on the table.

"This ain't your foot stool."

"It is today. Fawkkk ya mean. A niggah finto get comfortable. It's already cold as hell up in here. Ima go ask Mr.Devil can I borrow his automatic heater." Another dude in a all black suit walks in.

"Is This Mr Quan. ?"

"Yes Sir it is."

"He can be dismissed. Also, we have an update On Ms. Tamika Turner."

I sat up and look him in his face. This shit got my heart beating fast as hell.

"What is it?"

"Well She's............"

#tune in for the results. Upcoming on the next chapter.