Flashing lights. Ambulance .Handcuffed. In the back of a police car. I would have never in my entire life thought I would be in this situation. Even though I wasn't in the ambulance truck, still felt hurt. But the police aren't tryna hear me. They're tryna hear that sorry ass cunt, who's pretending that she's hurt.
Now you're probably wondering why I'm being arrested. Well, lets rewind back an hour.
*
"Mama is still alive."
Chris's face bled of guilt. I didn't even know how to think. How? Why? I had so much shit to ask, I couldn't even process my thoughts.
"S-she can't be! That call! T-that night! She's dead! They told us!" I yelled.
Chris said nothing stared down the whole time. I continued to scream at the top of my lungs, but it didn't help. Chris wasn't hearing me. Shit, I wasn't hearing myself. I was just screaming and yelling for nothing.
I guess I got tired of screaming, because my voice was hoarse and tears were just streaming along my cheeks like a river. I don't even know how to feel.
"I see you got the news." A voice said.
I turned around to see Karrueche with a smug look on her face. I can't take it anymore. I can't deal with her piss poor ass attitude right now.
"Karrueche, do not fucking start right now." I growled.
'Start what? You should be happy. You're no longer cunt whore ass orphan." Karrueche smirked.
That was it. She done did it. I jumped over the edge of the couch and tackled that hoe. I just started punching and clawing at her face.
But I didn't see Karrueche's face. I seen August. I seen my Mama. The people that let me down the most. All this time of pain and suffering. All this time of doubting myself. And I'm letting it all go on a person who hasn't said nothing but words to me. Is this what I've become?
I decided to let go. I stopped clawing and punching Karrueche. There was blood on my fingers and I was on top of her. Karrueche was crying and apologizing, basically begging me to get off. I wanted to hug her and cry for her, but the next thing I knew, I was being pulled off of her, handcuffed, and sitting in the back of a police car, on my way downtown to the station.
*
"Please stamp your thumb on the monitor."
I did as the police officer instructed me to. I didn't want him to be more frustrated with me after I kicked and screamed my way in here. The officer put me in a upstairs cell with metal doors and one window. I huffed.
"Now I know how Chris felt." I mumble to myself.
"Brown! Come get your phone call!" A lady said, opening the big metal door.
I sluggishly walked out of the cell and made my way to the telephone. It was old and dirty. I didn't even want to put it up to my ear and dial the number.
"Chris?" I spoke.
"Hey baby. I'm on my way down there to get you. They can't keep you over night." He spoke quickly.
"I'm sorry." I say.
"Look, Boe. I have to go. I'll be there soon."
And with that he hung up on me. I wanted to cry. After this, he'll never trust me again. Paparazzi is gonna be on his ass like white on rice now that I got arrested and that Karrueche might be in the hospital.
I held back the tears and got escorted back to the holding cell. What's wrong with me? Have I completely lost it?
