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I sat in the plain grey and black interrogation room, handcuffed to the table. They're over here trying to pin a homicide charge on me, along with possession of meth, crack, and ecstasy. Ok, I do sell weed and crack, meth, and ecstasy, but I haven't killed nobody in over seven years.
These niggas need to get me the fuck outta here ASAP, cause as soon as I get outta here, I'm findin' out who the fuck framed me and snitched. They definitely gon' have a reason to arrest me then.
"Mr. Alston, just answer this; where were you on April 2nd at 2:37 am?", some white dude asked me, and I scoffed.
"I'on know, you tell me", I respond, and he stormed out.
They've been trying to get me to talk for the last four hours, but I ain't saying shit.
A few minutes later, two more detectives came in and sat across from me. I gave them a mug and continued to study my shoes.
"Mr. Alston, you're facing 17 or more years in federal prison. If you had nothing to do with this crime, tell us everything you know and we'll see what we can do", the female said, and I rolled my eyes.
I didn't say anything, but I tapped my fingers against the metal table. After maybe ten minutes of silence, they got up and walked out. I even asked for a lawyer, which I know was in my rights. Where the fuck is my lawyer? This nigga better hurry up, I'm tryna get some McDonald's. I need a blunt after this shit.
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12:17 pm _____________________
Maybe half an hour or so later, these niggas still didn't release me. Currently, there was another detective sitting in front of me with a folder. There was pictures with three dead black dudes and a black bitch.
"There names were Antwan Black, also known as Wan. Pierre Henderson, or Black. Brian Wilson, or Joker. And Aniyah Olivet. They all lived on the South side, where sources say they saw you on April 2nd. What were you doing there?", he asked, and I huffed.
"Just answer the question, Tremaine. You can get home to your mother, Michele. Your little sisters are probably missing you too", he said, and that caused me to snap.
"Shut the fuck up! Leave my fam alone, pig ass nigga", I said, and he smirked.
"Hit a nerve, haven't I?", he asked rhetorically.
"Why aren't you speaking? If it's a threat, we can get you and your family safe. We can put you in witness protection, if you want. All you have to do is tell us what you kn-", he was saying.
