Motherless Child ( Urban )

Ride of Your Life

I woke up feeling trapped, as if I was an animal locked in a cage. I tried to adjust myself into a comfortable position but I felt crammed in. Panicking, I realized that I was in the backseat of a police car.

All I could remember was Damoni's face as she sat on her knees in tears, screaming for her father. I had only known about Damoni for a couple hours but from their actions, I could tell she and Sway were close.

I felt rage as I thought back to that backstabbing bitch Stephanie. I had to collect myself or I was going to black out again in the backseat of the squad car.

I realized a long time ago that staying mad about a situation is pointless because you can't change what happened and it also clouded your vision.

I closed my eyes and took 5 slow deep breaths as I tried to relax myself. As I began to relax, I began to plot.

I wanted to murder Stephanie so bad but I couldn't do that to Damoni. She was such a sweet girl and I didnt want to cause her any more pain. But, I was gonna do was get her on our team.

I thought about killing my brother's adopted parents multiple times but they were practically impossible to find. At this point in my life, I was only close with Kylan and I knew if anyone ever took her away from me, I'd find them and kill them. So  If I couldn't touch Stephanie, Damoni could.

I smiled as I made mental notes of everything I needed to handle when I was released from the county.

Then it hit me.

Since I was no longer a minor in the eye of the courts, I was going to the county jail where I could either make bond or sit in a county jumpsuit until I had a hearing.

I settled down in my seat as I prepared myself for whatever jail was like. I definitely didnt have the money to bond myself out and I had no one to call on. I didnt know DQ's number and I never received Janice's number.

I had always found a way to get myself out of situation growing up but, this was something I was going to have to handle myself.

For the first time since I realized where I was, I looked out the window and realized we were pulling up to the county jail. I swallowed the lump in my throat and held my chin up trying to hide the fear that was going through my body.

The vehicle abruptly came to a stop causing me to jerk forward hitting my head on the metal cage. "Fuck," I yelled at the impact as the old white officer laughed.

The black cop just shook his head and helped me out of the backseat of the car gripping firmly onto my forearm.

He was a very hadsone man. He was tall, at least 6'3, with flawless chocolate skin and looked to be in his early twenties. His light brown eyes almost made him look like a woman but his angular jawline said otherwise. I stared at the tattoo on his neck that read 'Armani' in fancy script letters.

Still gripping on to my arm, he led me behind the old white officer into the county building. I looked around and felt out of place.

There were a bunch of old drunks, a couple junkies, and a few prostitutes. I mentally rolled my eyes for getting myself in this predicament.

The officer, whose name tag read Griffin, let go of my arm as he walked into an office that only had to a desk with a computer and two other chairs. He pointed to the chair that sat next to the desk signalling for me to sit and walked behind the desk about to take a seat.

When he noticed that I had not taken a seat he eyed me curiously.

"Can you take these cuffs off me please," I asked innocently adding a little charm to my voice.