•B R O K E N• Armon

'4'

"We know you killed him" The police officer stood in my face.

I just tilted my head back and licked my lips.

"Talk you damn nigger!" He yelled as he slapped me across the face.

I so badly wanted to brake out these handcuffs and hurt em. But I just sat back and bit my lip.

"Well I bet ya lil girlfriend will snitch, you know they have in the past Mr. Warren" He said referring to my past "girlfriends".

"Nah, she aint like that" I said shaking my head.

"So you can talk, did you kill him?!" He yelled once again.

"No" I said through gritted teeth as a tear ran down my face.

"Your still getting locked up, guilty or not" He smiled.

"Without evidence?" I smirked.

He gave me the death glare before roughly taking the handcuffs of.

"Leave" He said low and full of hatred.

I walked out of the police station and immediately called Her.

"Baby, at the police station........can you come get me.......imma explain.....alright" I hung the phone up.

Not moments later she pulled up.I hopped in and she quickly sped off.

"bab-"

"Armon what the fuck!? You had me scared my nigga! Im was scared" She yelled through tears and I could see the pain in her eyes.

"Armon that was some shit I never experienced, some shit I would never thought would happen, you could've killed him" Her words were now calm.

"He would've rapped you my nigga! He could've did all the shit he wanted to if I aint do what I had to do Denver!"

We pulled up to my house. "I can't lose nobody to this shit again. I just can't" She spoke low.

"I know baby, all this shit will be over I promise" I leaned over and pecked her lips.

"Bye" I waved and she waved back pulling out of my driveway.

I walked in my house to see a complete mess. Glass on the ground, couches shot up, and a strong ass smell of liquor.

I walked around the house touching and looking at everything. I decided to go to a hotel room instead. It was dangerous here and I couldn't risk my life.

I hopped in my car and sped to the nearest hotel. Once I made it, I took a shower and laid in my sweats and socks.

I stared up at the ceiling and started thinking about Jordan.

"I'm sorry man" I whispered as my phone chimed.

Denver😛💋 - can't sleep . can I come over.

I'm at the Hilton hotel

Denver 😛💋 - okay be there in 10

Ight drive safe.

I sat my phone back down. I put my hands behind my head and started thinking.

Is it my fault ?

Did I kill Jordan ?

My phone chimed again.

Denver 😛💋 - room number

779 there is an extra key in the big ass plant by the door.

Denver 😛💋 - OK.