Host of Imperfections

Chapter 46

It wouldn't make an ounce of sense if I decided to kill someone on the grounds of a state police department would it?

Of course not. You'd never get away with that stunt Bee.

Whatever the outcome could've been, it sure as hell didn't stop me from playing out a scenario in my head. I wanted to wring Solange's neck right now until she turned 10 shade of blue.

Almost four hours had passed since I got that call from Camille and just two were spent going through this whole process of bailing Solange out. Those people were moving like molasses in there and after sitting around and witnessing way too much for my liking, I found myself sitting outside in the car.

According to the police report, Solange was out with friends and having a good time until trouble came knocking. Witnesses claim she'd been approached by some random girl talking reckless when the next thing they knew a huge altercation had broken out between Solange's crew as well as this mystery girl's entourage. Unfortunately, my sister had been the only one actually hemmed up by security when blood started flying and she was spotted with a broken bottle in her hand.

For the most part she'd been in the custody of club security for the damage she'd caused. Eventually, her slick mouth and continuous outrageous behavior resulted in them calling on authorities to detain her. It was no secret this whole little mishap had Trent's name written all over it. Some of the people around even reported that some of the things said between the two girls made it obvious they were fighting over a guy. Despite her unique little attitude, I'd never known Solange to go as far as getting herself arrested before. This was definitely a first.

Assault with a deadly weapon, public nuisance, property damage, and resisting arrest. In my mind I ran down the track record she managed to build up within the span of just a few hours.

Other than being highly pissed with the fact that I was nice enough to run down here and help her ass, the only thing on my mind was how my parents would react to all of this. No matter how much I knew Solange was going to try to hide it, this just wasn't something that could be pushed under the rug. Especially after accounting for all the damage she and her friends caused in that club, let alone that chick she was fighting. I'm positive a court summons was going to come around the and bite her in the ass very soon.

Snapping back into this current state of reality, I sighed and started the car up when I spotted Camille walking out of the building. Solange followed behind slowly still confidently rocking her club attire. A sequence mini paired with a pair of 4 inch heeled pumps. Camille opened the passenger's side door letting her slide into the backseat first.

It was then I decided to bite my tongue to keep sane. God only knows how enraged I really was but now was definitely not the place to let that all out. The whole trip down here would've been completely pointless if so. Both of our asses would be sitting behind bars then.

"A thank you would be greatly appreciated right now." Camille hissed closing her door just as I pulled out of the parking space.

Solange rolled her big brown eyes and muttered a quick one as I headed towards the main road.

"What the hell were you thinking tonight?" Camille continued cutting her off.

"Here we go with the third degree. I said I'd pay you all back, what's the big deal?"

I scoffed, discretely shaking my head. What's the big deal? I was wasting gas on her ungrateful ass- that's what the big deal was.

"Excuse me?" Camille snarled and whirled around in her seat offended. "We just spent hours down there trying to get you out of trouble and that's all you have to say?"