Trap Queen.

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                                                        C H A P T E R - 11

      I stayed frozen, and didn't let one word come out of my mouth. A.J. opened the door slowly, and I could tell he had done this before. The look on his face was expressionless, and he stood face-to-face with his father. He was just talking about how he'd hadn't seen him six months. A.J. didn't hug him, or a say a word. He just stared, and things were getting awkward as we just stood there in silence.

      "Son?" Officer Withers questions. A.J. doesn't say anything.

      Officer quickly changes the subject, trying to not to get in his feelings; I could tell just by the look on both of their faces. "We need to search your place of residence. We have enough evidence to pursue a search. Please, step outside of the home." A.J. looks at me. I look at Reggie, because I hoped and prayed he wouldn't have been stupid enough to leave any evidence at his house.

      A.J. stays silent. He moves out of the way and lets his father inside, but we don't leave the house. It interested me how it wasn't no family reunion or nothing. A.J. and his father  was acting like complete strangers.

      "Oh, Egypt. Fancy seeing you here," Adam greets. He also shot me a look of disapproval. I don't make eye-contact with him, and I don't say a word. I just stare at Reggie, but by the look on face, I could tell he had everything under control. I wanted to smirk, but I didn't want to rise suspicion. When the officer went to go search our home by himself, I knew there was nothing to worry about.

      "Don't worry, Egypt. I'm not stupid enough to leave our shit in my house," Reggie whispers lowly. "I got everything under control, just don't act suspicious." I smile a little.

      A.J. stops standing and takes a seat next to me. I stare at him, because he looks uncomfortable. I know it would be awkward as hell for my dad to just walk up on me like that and not say nothing. Since it was none of my business, I kept my mouth closed until the search was over. I didn't want to leave Reggie's, because that would give the officers even more reason to be nosy as hell.

       We sat at the house for at least twenty minutes, when Adam came back, he had this stupid-ass smirk on his face. "You guys got lucky. I didn't find anything suspicious in the house, but it will be required for you come down to the station for some questioning. Egypt—you on the other hand will be required to come down to the station immediately. You're a suspect."

      The words hit me like a slap in the face.

      I was a suspect, and Reggie wasn't? That couldn't be. There wasn't no way in hell I could've been questioned without him. I never was in trouble with the law, so me going to L.A.P.D. stations all by myself was a disaster waiting to happen. How could've I been the only suspect? I kept thinking about the question. Instead of asking it verbally, I didn't say a word. I got up from the couch and followed Adam Withers out of the door, and I shot Reggie a quick look. He looked worried as hell.

      I got into the squad car with the officer. This was the second time in the last month that I had been in the back of this car. As long as I was fucking with Reggie and them, I knew it wouldn't be the last.

      "Egypt, I honestly don't understand how you could've been the suspect of all people. You seemed so innocent when I first met you. What's been going on?" I hated he tried to make small talk with me. I knew he didn't give a fuck about me, and it angered me when he tried to pretend like he did. 

      "Nothing." I mumbled.

      "It seems like you need to gather yourself a new group of friends. The one's you associate yourself with are nothing but trouble," Adam scolds, like he's my daddy. I roll my eyes hard. "I'm just looking out for you, that's all."

      "You don't give a fuck about me," I said under my breath. "Police don't give a fuck about nobody."

       "Oh really, huh? We fight everyday to get justice for people, and we lock away pedophiles and murderers to keep families in this area safe. We aren't as bad as we seem, you know. Don't let any of your friends tell you otherwise. Of course they'd think we don't care about anyone, considering they've had a few run-ins with the law."

      "I know this for a fact! What about people like Trayvon Martin? He was a teenageboy, shot and killed for something as stupid for walking around with a hoodie. Zimmerman shot him because he was suspicious, even after the police told him to do the opposite! Where's his justice?" I challenged.

      "Well, Egypt, if you'd like to get into that, that has nothing to do with police. The police have no power over what the judge and jury decide."

      "Or, better yet, what about Oscar Grant and Rodney King? The police had everything to do with that!" I exclaimed, my voice getting louder. I knew it wouldn't be a good idea to try to argue with a police officer, but I did anyway.

      "You cannot simply take one example and think that all policeman are like that. Some policeman have good intentions and do nothing but want to help people." No matter what, Adam Withers wasn't going to change my mind.

      After about five minutes of being trapped in the car, we finally made it to the station. Officer got out of the car, and signaled me to get out too. I followed far behind him, to the police station. I wasn't ready for any questions they were about to ask me. I didn't know how to answer them without Reggie right beside me. Especially since I was a suspect, and no one else was.

      We walked inside together, and officer Adam left me at the front desk. Behind the desk was a dark skinned black lady with glasses on the bridge of her nose. Her nametag read 'Norma Jean'. "Good day, are you Miss Henry? Just follow this officer for some questioning." My heart started to speed up as a made eye-contact with the officer.