Young Bratz

01|Fuck 12!

I woke up with a pounding migraine. I know from experience, that it's never a good sign for anything. Opening my eyes, I realized that I wasn't home.

I was in a room, with cement walls painted dark blue. I was sitting in a hard, metal chair, with a matching metal table in front of me.

On the opposite side of the room was a mirror. My heart dropped in my stomach. 

I was in an interragtion room.

What the hell happened last night? All I remember was alot of yelling and running. Then I saw a gun and-

Jahsah.

Just then, the only door in the whole room opened up, revealing a middle aged man in a Oxford shirt and some slacks. The glint of his badge hit my eyes. He looked at me and smirked.

"Well, look who's awake. Had a nice nap?" He asked. I looked at him with dead eyes. Fucking cops.

When I didn't answer, he chuckled. Like my silence was a joke.

"Ohh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed tonight" he said. Tonight? Just how long have I been here?

He pulled up a chair, the same one as mine, and sat right across from me. He placed a folder on the cold table.

"My name is Detective Reed. And before you can ask, no you can't leave" he said. I huffed hard.

"What the fuck am I doing here, yo?" I almost yelled. I was getting irritated just looking at this old ass nigga.

"Oh, you speak! You're here because I need answers to the many questions I have for you, Chyanne" he said. I gave him a look. How did he know my name?

"How do you..." I trailed off. He simply smirked at me again.

"What I know isn't the topic at hand. What is, however, is your involvement in the murder of Jaylen Robinson" he said, his time much more serious. I gave him a confused look.

"Who the fuck is that? I don't know a nigga by that name" I told him.

"I forgot you hoodlums don't refer to each other by real names. His street name was 'Rob Stone'. Ring a bell?"  He said.

At that moment, my blood went cold. But my face remained stale and uncaring. I shook my head.

"Like I said before, I don't know a nigga by that name. Got me fucked up" I crossed my arms over my chest.

There was a pause in the air, before Redd sighed. He slowly got up and looked at me.

"Well, if you don't know anything, I see no point in this conversation anymore. But let's see if  Mr. Onfroy has anything of importance to tell" he said, turning towards the door.

"Jahsah had nothing to do with it!" I yelled. Oh fuck.

I fucked up.

Redd looked back at me. This time with a knowing look. I sighed.

"He doesn't? Well then, how about Mr. Stokeley? Or Miss Kristiana?" He said. That's when I snapped.

"Don't you bring Kristiana into this shit! She's innocent" I shot up out of my chair. Tears had started to well up at the sound of her name.

She was like my little sister. I would never let anyone hurt her. Not even him.

"Come on, Chyanne. Someone has to know something. You already told me you had no involvement in this case, but I'm sure your friends do" he told me. I shook my head.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this! I don't know how it went so left field" I said, sitting back in my chair. He walked back to the table.

"What wasn't supposed to be this way? What happened Chyanne? You can trust me" he said. I glared at him.

Fucking pigs.

I closed my eyes, trying to think and keeping my tears at bay. I had to do something, or else everything could come undone.

I was stuck at the moment. When I reopened my eyes, Redd was staring at me, waiting for a response.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

I guess I have to go all the way to the beginning.