Trap Queen.

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      I heard muffled voices at the front door. I couldn’t make out what anyone was saying, but it sounded like it was serious. Momma had her hand on hip, talking to someone. Usually Momma would’ve invited someone inside, but since she didn’t, I had no idea what was going on. Serena was still on the couch, sleeping from last night. She insisted on sleeping on the couch, even though I would’ve let her had my bed. She was very thoughtful and generous, so I knew she really needed the help.

      I also could tell she had a long night, since she was sleeping so long.

       “Ma’am, if you don’t mind, I’d like to speak to your daughter,” I heard a deep, masculine voice say. He had to be a policeman. “She probably knows something about the murder that happened recently.” My heart dropped. I never talked to any policeman, so I knew if they asked me any questions, I’d probably fuck up. I would be under too much pressure—but I always remember what Reggie told me.

       You didn’t see shit, you didn’t hear shit, so you better not say shit.

       “Egypt. . . come here baby,” Momma called. Her voice was frail, and she sounded like an old woman. “These men want a word with you.” Momma was coughing hard through her sentence. Me and the policeman connected eyes, and he gave me a warm smile. I could tell it wasn’t genuine, but I wasn’t gonna trip. The police weren’t here to help me out and I knew they didn’t have my best interest in mind.

       “Hello, I’m Officer Adam Withers,” he stuck out his hand. “Do you mind coming down to the station so we can ask you a few questions?” I shook his hand. I decided to go down to the station so they wouldn’t suspect anything suspicious. I already knew what this was about. Killing that little girl was still fresh on my conscience, but I didn’t let it show. I assumed that Reggie nor his brother wanted to talk about it, so I just left it alone.

       I didn’t even talk to Serena about it, even though I established some kind of bond with her.

       “Nah, I don’t mind.” Before turning to leave, I checked on Serena one last time. If she got up before I got home, Momma would’ve told her where I was.

       I got in the back of an unmarked police car, my heart racing. Even though I wasn’t going to, I was almost positive that word would have gotten around that I was some kind of snitch, and that wouldn’t end well.

       “How was your morning?” The officer asked, calmly. I could tell he was just trying to make small talk, but I didn’t feel like talking to him. I knew for myself that policeman didn’t care about nobody. Especially in the hood—black on black crimes go barely noticed.

       “It was aight.”

      “That’s amazing,”  the officer replied. “Simply amazing.”

      For the rest of the ride, I stayed silent. I couldn’t picture myself talking to an officer for my leisure, but I didn’t want to seem suspicious. I already know what I did, and it was hard to get over it. There was bunch of ‘what if’s’ like, what if they were just testing me? What if they already had enough of proof to arrest me? I’d seen enough crime shows to know where this was going.

       To make it worse, I wasn’t no criminal mastermind. I wasn’t able to come up with alibi’s at the top of my head and make them work. I wasn’t dumb either, but shit; The judicial system was sometimes a hard thing to get under.

      When we finally got the police station, I just followed Officer Adam inside the station. “Okay, Egypt. This is Officer Kayven,” the dude stuck out his hand for me to shake it. “He’s just going to ask you a few questions about the recent murders on your block. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.” For once, Officer Adam’s smile looked like it was genuine. I smiled back, and followed the other officer into secluded room. There was no windows, just a door and one camera. My heart began to race again, because this room was all too familiar.