From Condos to the Streets 4

Chapter Nineteen

Brandon D.

"Brandon Dickinson. Let's go" The guard hit the cell making me wake up.

"huh?" I said confused as hell. I got up still in a daze from being woken up.

He grabbed me by the arm and handcuffed me.

We walked out towards the processing area and he sat me down.

"Wait here" He demanded.

I sat there looking around at all the niggas being processed in and shook my head.

"fucking dirty cops" I said to myself.

After waiting for about 30 min they came and got me. We walked to a small room where they had my clothes in a clear plastic bag.

"Get dressed" The same cop ordered. "come out when you done" He said slamming the door.

I started getting dressed slowly. I was lowkey happy Herb bailed me out.

After lacing my sneakers up i walked out and followed the cop to a table.

"By signing here you saying you've been notified about your court appearance" he pointed to a sheet of paper.

I sighed it and sat back in the chair. The cop looked at the paper and then at me. He then left without saying anything.

Gianna H.

I looked at the time on my phone, 12:59am.

I sighed. I've been at this jail for almost 3 hours and I have yet to hear anything.

I looked at the lady sitting behind the desk on her phone. I debated on getting up and asking her if he was ever gonna come out.

I finally got up and walked up to the desk.

"Ma'am" i said, in a nice tone.

"Yes" she looked up at me.

"I've been sitting here for almost 3 hours. How much longer is it gonna take for him to come out?"