XXXIII | Prom
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TEN DAYS TILL PROM.
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"I swear, this is a misunderstanding." I explain to the police officer as he put me back in the same jail cell.
I've been in here for the past five days. To put it this way– five mornings and four nights.
"Talk to the judge about that." The officer locked my cell and walked away.
"Fucking cunt," I curse, sitting down.
I haven't showered in two days and it's making me feel so gross, I can't last any longer.
"White girl," A black lady called that was in my cell, sitting on one of the chairs. "Whatchu in hea for?"
"I'm in for murder." Everyone in their cells, some with multiple people in them, gasped.
"Ooh lord, I didn't expect that one, hehe." The lady laughed.
"You killed your girlfriend or somethin?" A girl around my age asked in the opposite cell.
"I didn't kill anyone, they just put me in here because I could be a suspect." I respond.
"Girl that's a lie, they wouldn't keep you in here for three days if you were just a suspect," A girl chimed in.
"Right, there must've been something you did. Girl you do not want to go to prison after this." The lady in my cell spoke.
"I'm not scared, I just need to get out here quick because my prom is in a week and three days and I still don't even have my dress," I sighed.
"Prom!? Girl, I never even thought you'd be graduating college. I thought you were already having a job somewhere," The girl across me laughed.
"I'm graduating high school." Everyone gasped again in shock.
"How the fuck you packin' allat and you in high school?" A lady remarked, referring to my curves and the size of parts of my body.
"Shit, she got a whole lot more than me and I'm in my damn thirties," Someone snickered.
Being in jail for this long was scary. The people here terrified me and I didn't even wanna know what they were in here for.
"Someone turn on the tv please!" Someone yelled as an officer came in and turned on the tv.
'Two bodies found in warehouse. The bodies have been announced dead and has been rotting for months now. There are three suspects who, by the clues, could have committed the murder or even been accomplices. We're taking that into investigation now. Thank you.'
I remember that horrifying night clear as day.
It was probably the worst day of my life.
I kept thinking about the what ifs like what if Alex didn't come?
What if he–
don't think about it, Dom.
I inhaled shakily, as the flashback hit me.
remember, Alex saved you. you made it.
Tears start to fill up in my eyes.
That's the first time I'd ever been– like– actually.
The almost first was at the party Alex and I kissed for the first time, thankful that didn't happen.
Somehow, he always seems to be everywhere at the right time.
Unfortunately, the events have still scarred me, leaving me to have panic attacks every once in a while.
you're okay, dom.
A police officer came and opened my cell. "This way Ms. Smith."
I quickly wipe my tears and follow the police officer into an interrogation room. He lets me go as there are are two FBI's in the room.
One female, one male.
"Sit."
TW: MENTION OF SA.
I sat down in the chair quietly.
"I know you're in here for... the murder of Kristen Spears."
"I didn't kill her." I told them truthfully.
"How do we know that?" He asked. "Where were you that day? Because all I know is that Kristen was your fiancé's ex and you guys were never really on good terms. She was wearing a wire last time you guys talked, and she said something but unfortunately it was muffled because of her crying and irritated the device. What happened that day?"
"We were never on good terms because she was a real bitch. She cheated on her boyfriend - who is now my fiancé - three times and had no shame about it. She never liked me either because she was jealous of him and I's relationship - even while they were together," I explained. "The afternoon she came to me accusing me of shit I didn't do, and I told her to stop coming to me with fake ass accusations towards me, just to show how much she hates me. Of course she'd try to pin this on me, I was basically her enemy before she died."
"The doctor had confirmed a few days ago that she committed suicide. I just wanted to question you so I'd see if you'd done something before that, causing her to die the way she did."
"If that's it, then when can I get out here?" I ask, desperately ready to leave.
"Not so fast, Smith. You and your fiancé are suspects of the murder you saw on the tv before you came in this room. Explain that."
Everything became sort of blurry as tears began to slowly pour down my face.
"Ms. Smith?"
Everything tuned out. The flashback of the event filled my head and continued to traumatize me. I can never forget that happened. It hurt me so much and I just don't know what would've happened that night if Alex didn't come.
I hate thinking about the ifs but it's not something you can just push away and it's out of your mind. I've tried to do that and I haven't forgiven those - men - for what they did to me. The trauma and fear they gave me. I can't ever come to terms with myself to forgive them for that.
I just–
"Ms. Smith!" I snapped out the flashback and wiped my tears as the male officer called me so I'd focus back on him.
"Sorry." I sniffled.
"What was that?" He asked.
"The truth is," I explained every single thing that happened that horrific night.
I didn't leave not one detail as I started sobbing mid through explaining. The female officer handed me a few tissues to wipe my tears.
I continued describing the events that occurred that evening and why.
"...that night was the first night I was sexually assaulted." I shakily breathed, finishing up my explanation.
"Wow. I did not expect that to be the backstory of that scene. I'm so sorry for your horrific experience." I simply nodded, wiping my tears.
"The two people you killed had previous records with those charges, so you're innocent," He declared. "You're free to go, just follow the officer outside and and you can ask someone to pick you up or call an Uber."
I shook the FBI's' hands before opening the door and following the officer. He handed me my phone and then walked back to the building.
I quickly dialed Alex's number.
"Hello? Princess? Is that you?"
"A-Alex, please c-come pick m-me up," I bit my lip to prevent a sob from escaping.
I thought I'd never have to speak on something like that again.
I hoped it'd never come up but I knew at some point, I had to tell someone, I just didn't know it'd hurt this much, especially since it left it's aftermath which are panic attacks that I - thankfully - don't have often.
But when I do, it's almost a flashback of the event that caused it... like you're about to suffocate.
A black Dodge Challenger speedily pulled up and stopped in front of me. Alex got out the car and rushed over to me, wrapping his arms around me.
I just began to sob into his shirt, uncontrollably.
"I got you," He soothed my back.
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SEVEN DAYS TILL PROM.
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"I feel like I want some ice cream," I spoke.
I've been stuck in bed for the past three days, drowning in horrifying thoughts and a ton of flashbacks.
"I'm back!" I heard Alex yell. Alex has still been going to school and the activities he normally did. As soon as he came back, he'd stay in bed with me all day or run errands for me like buying me snacks whenever and whatever I wanted, and sometimes, he'd help me do my assignments online.
"Hey hottie," I flirt, placing my hands on Alex's waist after sitting up as Alex stands in front of me.
more like his dick, due to how tall of a giant he is.
"Oh? That's new." He placed his hand on my chin and lifted my head up so I could face him.
"I need to get out of bed. Today."
"Whatever makes you happy, princess." Alex responded.
"Stop lying; Tell me I need to get out of bed and continue with life!"
"I said, I'm not going to make you get out of bed unless you're okay with doing it." He stated.
"Tell me I need to get off this bed!" I yelled.
"Really?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Yes!" I yelled.
"Okay," He took three steps back from me.
"DOMINIQUE SMITH GET OUT OF THIS BED NOW!" He yelled, imitating a Sargent.
"W–"
"I DID NOT ASK FOR BACK TALK FROM YOU, SMITH! JUST DO IT!" He cut me off.
"Okay, okay," I responded standing up and began slowly walking to our master bathroom.
"MOVE IT, NOW!" He yelled, "QUICK QUICK!"
the way he's yelling is actually scaring me at how accurate it sounds to an actual military officer and how he looks like he isn't even joking
"MOVE THOSE LEGS BEFORE I DO THEM FOR YOU!"
"One more thing," I stopped in my tracks and walked to - in this case - Sargent Alex, and placed my hands on his chest.
"Thank you daddy." I stood on my tippy-toes as I gave him a peck on the cheek.
"M- Uh- Yeah-" He stuttered as his 'Sargent' act fell and his face became a shade of red, meaning he was completely flustered.
I simply giggled walking away, knowing I'm the only one who can get Alex Carter, flustered.
I took off my clothes and got into the shower, enjoying the hot water.
Moments later in the shower, I felt something was missing.
someone.
"Get in here!"
"Don't have to ask me twice!"
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It's been a long time. I'm so sorry, I've been losing a bit of interest in this book but I'm going to try since there should be about 5-6 chapters left in this book, before I'd finish my first very own book. I'll edit the first few chapters just because I feel like everything was kinda fast, so I'll work on that once I have all the chapters of this book released.
I hope you guys loved this chapter, I don't know when another one will be posted, but here's that.
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I love you all,
and like always, have a great day/night,
XOXO,
Mimi.
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