I sat in this damn cell talkin to a bum ass lawyer who claims that I assaulted Officer Stricter. Tellin me if I apologize he might drop the charges.
Bitch I ain't apologizing to no bitch for anything I do. The day I apologize is the day I let Derrick back into my life. Which is a slim motherfuckin chance.
"Neecey Jackson! The chief wants to talk to you". A black officer walked up to the holding cell.
I stood up and stuck my wrists out of the slot.
I've been in this holding cell a couple times as a teen.
He put the cuffs on and walked me to what I guess was the Chief's office.
He opened the door and Rico sat in a chair in handcuffs.
He turned to me and winked.
I walked over and sat in the chair.
"As you know, Officer Stricter shot and killed your friend. You are my star witnesses. I want this to go away. I want Officer Stricter to keep his job. Now. You two have accumulated some charges and I'm willing to make those charges go away if you keep this quiet". Chief Bronson spoke.
"Da fuck you mean if we keep dis quiet?". Rico frowned.
"As far as I'm concerned there was no Jermel Robinson". He put his feet up in the desk.
"Man fuck dat shit you talkin. Y'all gon get what's comin for killin my nigga". Rico sized the Chief.
"Fine. What about you Ms. Jackson". He smirked.
"Suck a dick and choke on dat shit". I sat back in my seat.
"Ok. I tried". He shrugged.
He summoned the Officer and I got took back to the holding cell.
My stupid ass lawyer still sitting there.
"The best way for you to get out of this is an apology". He kept talking bout a fucking apology.
My friend is dead. Ain't no takin that shit back. And the Hollywood FL. Police Department is gon pay for Jermel life. I ain't apologizing for shit.
"Listen to me carefully". I leaned in closer to him.
He leaned forward.
"Get the fuck outta here. I'on need you". I sat back on the bench.
He stopped talking. He left.
"Thank fucking God". I sighed.
"Neecey Jackson!". The Officer came to my cell.
What now?
"You've been bailed out". He opened the cell.
I stood up and walked out the cell.
"Who da hell?". I said to myself.
I looked and Shayla was standing there.
I ran to her and pulled her into a hug.
"Thank you so much". I tightened the hug.
"Girl no problem, them charges they got on y'all is bullshit. I couldn't let chall just sit in here". She sighed.
Rico walked out of the holding cell for men.
"Yahhh fuck y'all niggas!". He walked over to me and Shay.
He pulled us both in a hug.
"Les get outta here". He walked out.
We walked out the correctional facility.
*
Me and Shayla parted ways wit Rico once we got to our housing blocks.
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Makin It Thru
General Fiction(Make sure you add book 2 called Makin Moves❤️) Neecey Jackson is a 19 year old black girl who's trying to make it through college and juggle her family back home. With a nagging Mother and five younger siblings, and a sister who can't seem to stop...
