It's complicated

Chapter 7...

*Chresanto*

I sat in this interrogation room for almost five fucking hours. Nobody has came in to talk to me yet... But on my way down here I saw Craig and Jacob in two separate rooms, I know my boys won't squeal on me so I ain't worried.

"Chresanto" I cringed at hearing my real name from the cop. "Or should I say Roc?" He asked. "You know why we arrested you?"

I looked up at him with a blank expression on my face as he sat down. "Because I'm black, correct?" I asked.

He chuckled. "Not quite and from the looks of it you're not even fully black. We actually arrested you because we've been on you for awhile now and we just got the missing piece" he said.

He began to ask me a bunch of questions that I had no answer to, I wasn't speaking on shit.

"I know everything, and we can prove it" he said.

"Y'all can't prove shit" I spat.

"Your "homeboys" told me everything" he said, placing a folder on the table.

I laughed. "Nigga, oh wait excuse me, Clay... I seen this shit plenty of times before, you come in here ask me questions that I don't answer, then you say "oh your homeboys told me everything" when in reality you told them the same shit you just told me, I know they ain't said shit. They're my homeboys..." I said. "We been here for six hours now, where's my phone call?" I asked.

He stood up angrily and grabbed me by my shirt. "YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK I NEED TO KNOW" he yelled in my face.

"NAH, YOU'RE GONNA GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME!! YOU CAN'T PROVE SHIT, SO THEREFORE I CAN TAKE YOUR ASS TO COURT FOR PUTTING YOUR HANDS ON ME" I yelled back.

It pissed me off that I couldn't beat his ass..

He let me go and walked out the door, but before he got all the way out I heard him say "Nigga's smart"..

A few minutes later a lady came in and took me to a cell, she talked too much and kept flirting with me. If I was the same guy I used to be I would've took her ass to the bathroom and gave her what she wanted in exchange for us getting the hell outta here.

When I got in I noticed Jacob and Craig sitting in there.

"Aye que pasa, homie? Jacob asked.

We all dapped up.

"Shit" I sat down.

"These niggas crazy" Jacob said.

"Damn right, the fuck they think we are?" Craig butted in.

I shook my head. "I'm just ready to get the fuck outta here, I'm tired as shit" I said.

"I know the feeling" Jacob said.

"Dave's ass is outta town on business so he can't even come get us out" Craig said.

"Aye, y'all get y'all phone calls now." A cop said.

I stood up. "I got it, y'all"

I followed him out, I called the first person that came to mind.

"Hello?" She said sleepily.

"Baby?"

"Yeah? Who's number is this?" She asked.

"Look baby, I'm in jail a-"

"WHAT!?" She cut me off.

"Baby, listen, baby. I need you to call your pops to come get us outta this shit, okay?"