"Fuck!" I yell as I throw my spray paint in the bag. I sigh and prepare the cops to come and take me away. This has happened before so I'm not really rushing to leave like these dipshits.
" omg Barbie we are so sorry. Well I am so sorry, I didn't know that Jarred would tell." Is he fucking kidding.
" Yiu told Jarred? Are you dumb? Slow? I swear to god. You must be if you told Jarred bowing him and I just broke up. I can't even look at you." By now the cops where here but J didn't bother with the hassle and them reading me rights. I just got in the back of the car and cuffed myself.
I may be called Barbie but that doesn't mean I'm innocent. Well so guess it should. Anyways. . .
" How do you guys think a split dye would look on me? Like one side brown one side blonde." I ask my brother aka the cop who is arresting me.
He smiles at me thru the mirror and says, " Shut the fuck up Blueberry. It would look good, but shut up." I laugh and do as he says looking out the window for the rest of the ten minutes ride to the station.
" T could you get these off me it's really hurting my father induced scars" He rolls his eyes and takes them off me. Everyone knows my father abuses me but he is the mayor so they can't do anything about it unless they want to get killed.
" About those father induced scars, he was arrested. He didn't get re-elected so he was arrested. Also he isn't your father. We found your real father, he lives in NYC. I just wanted to give get your permission before giving him a call. What do you think." Terrance says nonchalantly. Shits kinda crazy.
" Sure I guess." Still I utter shock. "Does this mean ur not my brother?" I ask with the most sarcastic puppy dog eyes I can muster. We both know he's not my brother. Not biologically at least. I've known him my whole life. He was my safe space. My shelter from the storm. It's kinda crazy to think that if they want me. I won't be seeing him again. Daily at least.
He doesn't answer instead rolls his eyes and continues with my processing. He doesn't throw me in a stinky cell wi tbh the others, instead he lets me sit in cuffs next to his desk.
" I love you T" I say. " I love you too Blueberry" He whispers to me, on the phone with my 'father'.
I'm scared. It's not a common occurrence for me but when it happens, it really isn't good. I don't wanna leave T. And I don't wanna leave Amara. I'm not too worried about my daughter so it's no big deal but I don't want to loose her.
I fold my cuffed hands in my lap preparing for him to tell me no, that so not intact want me to come and live with them. That my mother and father would rather have me rot in foster care than spend a shit of money to see me.
I was fully prepared. Just not for what Terrance told me.
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This was short just as most chapters will be. If you don't like it suck my nuts. Also I'm just winging it. I have no plan for this so if I gets discontinued then so be it. I don't care if you hate or if you think it's cringe because so do I. but I can't find anymore goods ones with this trope so I decided to make one.
