(18+) These Three Words | A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 1: Lost and Found

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September 8, 1998

~LaZardia's P.O.V~

"We have a warrant for your arrest for assault and battery. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney and if you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed for you. If you waive these rights and talk to us, anything you say may be used against you in court." The officer recited while handcuffing Yasir.

"He not dead?" Yasir asked out loud.

"Yasir!" Daryl yelled at him with clenched jaws. "Shut the fuck up, nigga! He said you have the right to REMAIN silent which translates to shut the fuck up!" Daryl yelled at me. "ANYTHING you say can be used against you, NIGGA!"

"My baby." I cried out.

"Bird, that's the problem. You keep treating him like a baby when his dick get harder than mine and you keep callin' him a baby. That nigga ain't no baby. He in his thirties and in some grown man trouble that you may or may not be able to help him with." Daryl told me.

"We gon' be up there though." He yelled out the last part as Yasir was getting into the car. He closed the door. "I'm sorry for screaming, but I meant ever word. I told you. This is a lesson for everybody." Daryl said heading up the stairs. "Ain't you gon' get dressed?" He asked me from up the stairs.

I headed upstairs to get dressed. "God, I hope he's okay. He didn't even have on a coat." I lifted my dress to slide on my pants.

"He gon' be okay as long as he didn't kill nobody." Daryl reassured me.

"I know my baby wouldn't kill nobody." I told him.

"Look, we don't know what he would do. Me or you ain't around him 24/7. Let's be honest, we DON'T know what he'd do. BUT he ain't killed nobody. The cops said assault and battery. If he had killed someone they DEFINITELY would've added murder to the list." Daryl reassured me.

"I wasn't even listenin'. This is crazy." I got up to shimmy in my jeans since they are still under my butt.

"Yeah, they said battery and assault." Daryl said buttoning up his shirt. "This shit is ridiculous. If that was the case and he KNEW he was wanted for murder then he shouldn't have come here. That would be putting our old asses in trouble for hiding a fugitive. Nigga ain't care shit about us. Talkin' about some, "He ain't dead?" Or whatever the fuck he said. He thought he killed somebody and came here to hideout. He ain't give a fuck about us." Daryl said already dressed.

I hurried to finish getting dressed. We drove around to the front with the golf cart then got into our car. Daryl drove to the police station with some low music playing that automatically came on when the car started. When we made it to the police station, I rushed out the car and into the station.

"I'm here for information about Yasir Andrews." Was the first thing that left my lips when I went up to the front desk.

"Who are you?" An officer asked.

"His mother, LaZardia Toussaint."

"Oh, it's a guy." He said looking into his computer. It took a while before he looked back at me. "Sorry ma'am, we don't have an Samir Andrews in our jail."