Chap 7: let's be real
the door is kicked in
yn's pov
I prey to god they don't find that shit or me and Chres are FUCKED, I've been through this with him before, ik the drill, Bt I'm still scared out my fucking mind, if he goes to jail, I'm gonna loose my mind, I'm not really worried about him being in jail, cause he's been there before he know how to handle his self, I just don't want him calling me talking bout he got raped or some shit (lol)
they make us get on the floor, hand cuff us and take us out to a cop car
Chres: I love you
me: I love you to
he kisses me until the two officers get in the car blah blah we get to the police station and we get seperated
there's a fat cop asking me questions (f/c)
f/c: *rubs hand across my boobs*your a pretty, intelligent girl what you doing caught up in his shit?
I smack his hand
me: idk what your talking about
he sets pictures of Lorenz, Khalid, Mookie, Niko ands Stasi infront of me
f/c: your gonna go down for him and loose your kids, and the most important people to you, just tell me the names and you can go
me: *crosees arms* the names are fuck...... and you *sticks up middle finger* sit on it and rotate slow mutha fucka
my lawyer comes in
lawyer: what evidence do you have against her? ...... nun so she's free to go, and she will be pressing charges for the sexual harrassment you sick bitch
my lawyer drives me home then Chres calls
me: baby are you ok?
chres: yea baby I'm good, come get me
me: how much?
Chres: 6 grand take it out the money you gave niko
me: ok
Chres's POV
mike has to be outta his fucking mind if he thinks ima kill jay, over something that aint got a damn thing to do with me, ain't my fucking money jays fucking with so that's his issue, and plus jays like my brother, and if mike killed Jay i'd come after his ass
mike: man just do it, and ill hit you off with something
me: fuck the money! what good is the money if I'm locked up? ! tell me that!
mike: you think you better then everyone else!? you not! you just another nigga from the streets!
me: yea I am another nigga from the street Bt I'm rising above the bullshit! I have something to live for!
mike: so you done that's it!? I thought we were riding!?
me: im out of it, I can't put my girl through no more of this shit, she deserves better, my fucking kids deserve better, think mike
mike: I am thinking, about my fucking money!
me: mike, yo money ain't shit when your doing 20 to life! you ain't never been to fucking prison mike! I have and ain't shit funny about it! I missed out on 3 years of my first child's life, get your shit together man, and just learn from it, or you ain't go have shit Bt a target on your back
they throw jay into the cell with us jay and I slap hands and mike gets up and gets in my face
mike: you ain't shit Bt a sell out
me: I rather be a sell out then a dead beat ass prisoner, now gtfo my face
mike: or what lil nigga!?
then jay pulls a pocket knife out his pocket and repeatedly stabs mike with it and mike starts falling forward and I push him so he wont touch me
me: jay!! WTF are you doing!?
jay: he raped my daughter! *drops the knife*
me: * hugs him* its ok man
I see jay as my brother, I love him cause his family didn't love him, jays only 23, his daughters 8, if that was my daughter I would of did the same thing, fuck the consequences, when yn told me she was raped and who did it, he was found dead a week later with his sick chopped off and a broomstick up his ass
the guard comes and calls for help
guard: august let's go
me: keep your head up jay
jay: * in hand cuffs* don't forget about me
me: couldn't if I tryed
jay: look after my kids
me: don't even trip man
that's chap 7 & part one of LBR
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