Innocence

27. Accusation

🦋A R I E L🦋

The brakes screeched as the car stopped. Hakeem gazed into my eyes and turned the music down. The vibration of the engine enhanced. He smirked and put the car in park.

He leaned into me and I inched back, "What you doing?" He asked.

I could see the hurt in his eyes, but I wasn't ready to kiss him.

"I j...j-just... "-I opened the car door- "...I can't Hakeem." I snatched my backpack out of the backseat and left.

Not that I was scared, we've kissed before anyway. I just caught him flirting with another girl. He impersonates these other boys. He wants to be just like them but; I know he's different. His story makes him different he started off with feelings. He knows how to love, why can't he love me?

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Day 2

🌹M O A N I🌹

Hakeem's voice roared through the house, "Why Moani stayin' home!?"

I rolled my eyes. He was obnoxiously loud for no reason. I couldn't tell if he was concerned about my well-being or annoyed that he couldn't stay too.

"What you mean she stayin' home?" The door slammed and not long after I heard footsteps on the stairs.

I sighed, I already knew she would burst into my room and make havoc. I didn't want to go to school today. It wouldn't feel right not seeing Dynasty, I knew she was missing because of me. Dynasty would've never disappeared if I was still friends with her. Whenever her brother was staying over, she would come to my house. I wasn't there to help her.

The door opened, "Moani, what you doing home?"

I peered from my laptop, "Mom, I can't be at that school right now."

"Girl, if you don't—" The doorbell rang.

"Hakeem go to school!" -She yelled down the stairs- "Moani get—" The doorbell rang again, she murmured before stomping downstairs.

I threw my blanket over my head and pressed play on the laptop. I found a new comfort in the new show, Double Shot At Love. Nothing like a long dramatic show to ease my frustration.

I sipped my juice box until there was nothing but bubbles coming up the straw, "Moani come here now!"

I threw the covers off of me and crammed a Big Daddy Cookie in my mouth. I stumbled out of bed and slid my house shoes on.

Her voice grew impatient, "Moani! "

I dashed downstairs, struggling not to trip over my on feet. I slowed down, seeing two officers at our doorstep.

I gulped, "Yes? Mom..." She grabbed my wrist and held it firmly.

"This is my daughter, Moani. "

The man glanced at his wristwatch, "Well, we don't have all day Ms. Moani. We must bring you in for questioning pertaining to the ongoing investigation of Kenneth Cole's murder."

"I don't understand, I'm her parent and I wasn't contacted days prior."

"Ma'am under our documents the station has contacted you several times."

"If you do not comply, we will get a warrant for your daughters arrest..."

She let go of my wrist and put her hands on her hips, "Shouldn't you already have one?"

My mom knew a thing or two about this process. My father stayed in and out of jail for years. Hopefully, when he gets out next year, he'll stay out.