1995

XV

Authors note: My main character's name is Hazel Chanel Vargas but she identifies with her middle name the most in case y'all thought she was a new character.

Gia and Daniel ^
Daniel Friday June 14, 2:35 pm.
I woke up from being passed out on my couch, I knew I was having a hangover today and was in need of recovery. It's been two weeks since Alicia ran off with everything I had. I was waiting for the day I ran into this bitch so I could beat her ass.

I walked around the house just going from room to room, I wouldn't be doing this if I had my baby here, I thought then suddenly my door was kicked down and a bunch of cops came rushing through with guns.

"Don't move! Put your hands behind your fucking back! Jacob, search everything!" I was roughly shoved in the back of the police car. Out the window I looked at the Atlanta Police Department going through everything through the large windows of my house. I was glad I had my homies clean out everything two months before the wedding, only thing they would find is my gun which I have a license for and I never killed anybody so it isn't used.

I laid my head on the table as they sat me down in the room for questioning. Some white ball head ass man came in offering me a donut and sat down across from me. "We didn't find anything in you're home, but we do have some questions for you." I nodded my head telling him to proceed.

"A few days ago we received thirteen calls and some woman was reporting you're home and how you should be arrested for possession and assault with a gun, do you have any idea who would want you locked up Daniel? I mean we checked through our entire system and there's no type of crime you've committed in our database well except little crimes when you were a kid which isn't traceable from juvenile detention." I shook my head.

"My ex fiancé.. She's taking all my money from me and now I'm hearing she's trying to get me locked up." The officer took a bite of his donut then cut me off.

"Sir, we didn't say it was you're ex fiancé. I told you it was a woman, not really knowing who it could be." I threw my head back getting angry but in reality I wanted to cry.

"I don't have no family... I have nobody but my best friend. All the women I dated in between don't know my location, I'm twenty six years old sir, I came here after I turned eighteen back in Detroit I didn't want no more problems so I came down here." He nodded his head taking in everything that came out my mouth.

"Would you like for us to report her?" He removed a pen and placed a pad of sticky notes on the table prepared to write. "Nah.. I ain't no snitch. She'll get whatever god got prepared for her.. Can I leave now?" He nodded his head and followed me out.

"You can either call a ride, or I can drive you home from the station?" I told him he could take me home. I really needed to be alone right now. I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself, why was I living like this? First it was my very first heartbreak when my mama ran out on me, now I finally get back on my feet trust a woman and here I am. My headache intensified while I kept thinking about what I did to deserve this. I got outta my head when I felt like it was about to explode and after I came to the realization that we were parked in front of my house. I opened the passenger door and walked through the grass to my door. I guess they repaired it while I was at the station.

I removed my tennis shoes and took them to my room, I decided to clean the living room where I got pissy drunk at. Just then I heard my doorbell ring. I cautiously watched out the window as the mailman made his way back to his truck. I eased my door open and grabbed the large package from my doorstep. I looked at the brown box then noticed Tony sent me some shit in the mail. Getting excited, I took a kitchen knife hitting through the tape and ripping open the package. My heart damn near melted when I seen the four stacks of hundreds, twenty's, ten's and five's. "Shit." I blinked hard to hold back my tears.