Nor⭐️Cal

XVII.

Nor⭐️Cal

(A/N: Just to make sure you're all aware, the only actual parts of the story that she told the investigator are the parts that were in her P.O.V. All other P.O.V.'s are what she isn't aware of, but you as the reader are. Does that make sense? For example, what happened in Nicole's most recent P.O.V. is what Vanity isn't aware of so the investigator doesn't know Nicole is who talked to Vanity's Dad but it's information that you as the reader are aware of.)

Vanity

I was escorted down a different hallway till I was presented to the lobby. It was busy with many people waiting in line or sitting in chairs. Phones were constantly ringing along with the sound of handcuffs jingling. I managed to find an open chair and take a seat. I said I wasn't leaving here without CJ and I'm staying loyal to my word.

It's not easy to have to explain your life story, knowing what you say has the potential to lock up someone when they didn't even do anything. I did my best to remember everything I possibly could, I also tried my hardest to full explain situations were easily misunderstood. I told the truth, no matter how humiliating or ashamed it left me. I just want CJ to come out from behind the same door I did.

I don't even understand how Dad found about all of that. He's why I'm down here at the station, as well as CJ. He's the one who called cops and then after they arrested CJ, they came for me because of the whole sex trade issue. Naturally he'd believe any outside source because of two reasons. One, I'd been on a lying streak with him. Two, the outside source is the only one who shed light on my doings.

My eyes remained locked on the door. Waiting, waiting, more waiting and even more waiting. People walked out but none were CJ- this makes me wonder if Rack City is here too. However, I would have seen him and investigators would have told me he was here as well. I bring up Rack City because a man who walked out looked kind of like him at a quick glance but he didn't have the music note tattoo near his eye and the eyebrows weren't as neat like Rack City's.

***

A solid three hours has passed by and finally I stood up to walk over to the front desk since the long line was no longer there. The woman at the front was writing out some slip when she brought her head up to see me. There was no inkling of friendliness from her, instead I saw a fed up and tired expression on her face.

"How can I help you?" She asked rather irritate and dryly as she put her attention back down to writing out another slip.

"I just wanted to see if I could find out what was going on with someone by the name of Caj'o. He was brought in recently-" It dawned on me that I didn't even know his last name... Unless he told me but I forgot but as of this moment the only names associated with him to my knowledge are CJ and Caj'o.

"I can't tell you his current status. You'll have to take a seat and wait or come back another time." She was clearly going to be of no help based on her tone so I went back to my seat to continue waiting.

What am I going to do if CJ gets locked up? I'm going to relapse back to the ecstasy I know that for sure. My desire for it isn't nearly as strong as before but I'd be a filthy liar if I said I didn't think about taking one. Then there's Dad. I doubt he even knows I'm at the station because I was home by myself when police showed up to bring me here. What if Chastity and Urban get dragged into the San Francisco police station to be questioned too? They better find Marquis and Quan while they're at it too because it's their fault why we're all in this mess anyways... It's mine actually. I should have cut things off with CJ when our project was finished like we said we would do, not become more involved.