Their Stories (K.Dot)

A Special Night (Well almost) part 2

Darrell

"D-mn, is everybody okay?" I mumble-asked, as I slowly sat up from the floor.

"Yeah, I'm good," responded X.

"Me too," stated Jay.

"Yeah," mumbled Van. "What the h-ll happened?"

"Swerved off the road," said Jay, trying to straighten up. "My fault."

All of us told him to forget about it, since more trouble is right in front of us.

"Aw sh-t man," I mumbled. "D-mn p.d."

All of us became still as the man approached the vehicle. It was night out and only one spotlight, with an eerie feeling in the air.

"Aight, maybe we can still get away," whispered X.

"What?" I responded.

"Yeah, we can all just run in different directions. He can't catch all of us,"

"Yeah, but I don't want him to catch any of us," spoke up Jay. "If anybody needs to get taken in, is me."

"My n-gga-"

"Don't start Van! I got ya'll into this sh-t, and I don't want ya'll in trouble because of me,"

"Man, so what?" I asked. "You our n-gga! Ride or die!"

"Yeah, plus we kinda forced ourselves into this sh-t. So technically, it's not even on you," said X.

Before Jay could even respond, the officer knocked on the window.

"Aight," mumbled Jay. "On three, we all gon' run out of the right side of the van. We gon meet up at my place."

After we nodded, he slowly let the window down. "Yes officer?"

I couldn't really tell what he looked like except he was black. There's only a few black officers on the Chicago PD, and it's not really shocking. A lot of us don't really care because the PD don't seem to care about us. Honestly, the only officer I really like is Mr. Peyton. That's because I know he joined it for all of the right reasons, and is Mariah's father.

"Alright. Ya'll ready?" asked Jay, faking he was trying to reach for his I.D. "THREE!"

On instant, all four of us got out the van. Sh-t, I'm lying when I say that, since I felt two hands grab ahold onto my arms.

Mariah

I called him three times and still no answer.

I texted him three times and still no response.

Well, I guess I did this for nothing. It's almost nine-thirty and I'm tired. After I got off from work earlier today, I went into planning this special night with Darrell. Since my dad is out and doesn't get off until probably the morning time, I thought this would be the perfect time to plan it. Add in Darrell who loves p-ssy, I figured we would be in different positions throughout the whole night.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen.

After I took another shower and made some hot tea, I walked into the living room and turned the t.v on. Setting the volume on low, I took out my composition and pen and started to write. Before doing that though, I called Dad just to make sure he was okay and not as disappointed tonight like I am.

"Hey Dad," I weakly greeted.

"Hey Mariah," he said, loud. "What's up?"

"Nothing, just wondering if you're okay at work, you know?"