TREMAINE A.
I jogged back to my house, thinking about everything that could go wrong in this plan of hers. I see my house and I slow down to a walk, huffing.
Gotta start hitting the gym again. How am I a slow thug? Every one know thugs run the fastest to get away from the feds, I think, then I shrug.
Nah, crack heads be running fast as hell with they skinny asses. Haven't seen nobody in the hood outrun a crack head yet, I chuckle. It's true though.
I pull my key outta my pocket when I feel something cold on my temple. I turn around and see a nigga with a black ski mask on. Probably one of Luck's niggas.
"Nigga, Luck told you to go turn yo'self in. Where da' fuck you go?", he asks me, and I sigh.
Time to start that lying shit, something I've been good at since I was a child.
"I went to go tell my lawyer to drop the case, but instead I went on my last walk before jail time. Only thing I'mma be seein' for a while is the yard and other niggas", I lie, and he sucks his teeth.
"That ain't my problem. Shouldn't have killed Luck's momma and you wouldn't have to worry about getting it up that ass. Speaking of that ass, get it down to the station", he said, and he points to his car.
I couldn't do nothin' else but get in the car since he had a gun to my head. Nah, what he said was lowkey gay though. Ain't shit going up my ass, da' fuck.
We drove in silence all the way down to the station and this nigga waved his gun.
"Aight, get out. My job is done and I gotta take a shit", he says, and I had to laugh.
"Yo, tell Luck I'm only doing this cause he got my sister. Tell her to give her back", I tell him, and he rolls his eyes.
"There go an officer now. Tell him what you did", he smirked, and I mentally thanked God that this nigga Vince had half a brain in that egg head of his.
"Officer, I... ", I faked stuttered to make it sound believable.
Vince raised his brow to me and I glanced at the car, where this nigga nodded.
"Spit it out, boy. Something could be going on right now that could require my attention", he snapped, and I hoped he didn't forget.
But, what are the chances that he just happened to be outside? Slim to none.
"I killed those four people. I lied when you were questioning me. I lied to my lawyer too. It was all a lie. Them niggas had me fucked up, they ain't have my shit. So I murked them, plain and simple", I lied smoothly, and Vince took a step back.
"Son, are you sure? ", he asked, and I nodded.
"I can prove it. I have the gun that did it at home", I lied again, and he pulled his hand cuffs out.
"Tremaine Alston, you're under arrest for the murders of Antwan Black, Pierre Henderson, Brian Wilson, and Aniyah Olivet. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can not afford one... ", he said what is usually said, but I zoned out as I watched the car pull off.
"We have a potential suspect driving away in a black Dodge Ram. License plate number JWX329", Vince spoke into his walkie talkie as we walked into the building.
He took the hand cuffs off my wrist and sat me at a cubicle.
"Stay here", he tells me.
I sat there for about twenty minutes when I see Vince coming back, a phone to his ear. Probably his phone, judging by how there's no one following him for it.
"Alright Camille. I'll have officers there to investigate.... Yep, he's right here and unharmed", Vince says into the phone, looking dead at me.
"Nope, no trouble. But he ain't a kid either, darlin'. Yep, his acting skills should be on Broadway", he joked, and I chuckled.
He nods and hands me the phone.
"You were listenin', you know who it is. Want something to drink? ", he asks, pulling out three bills.
"Uh, water would be chill. Thanks", I say, and he walks off.
"Hello? ", I say into the phone, and I hear chattering in the background.
"Hey, glad to hear your end was a success. Your family is incredible, by the way", she says, and I scoff.
"They annoying, but thanks. How my momma doin'? ", I ask her, and she sighs.
"Well, seeing what the circumstances are, not well. But, she's holding up. We're all waiting for Tasha to show up. There's cops everywhere, so when Luck shows up, they can arrest him", Camille explains, and I pinch the bridge of my nose.
"Yeah, well, I'on know how you do it. Being surrounded by white people awkward as shit", I joke, and she laughs.
"After a few months, you'll be okay. Trust me. And they gossip more than a black mom does about her bad child", she chuckles, and I can't help but laugh.
She and the background went silent, and I got nervous.
"A navy blue car just pulled up. The windows are tinted all to be damned", she mumbled, and I start tapping my fingers on the desk.
Vince came back, but he didn't say anything. He just looked at my face then the phone. He placed the Deer Park water bottle down and sat on his desk.
"Holy shit. It's her! ", I hear someone yell in the background. Followed by more yelling. I hear the door open, then a scream, followed by gunshots and another scream.
"Camille? Camille, what's going on?! Camille!", I yell, which got half of the other officers attention. There was a weird ass scraping sound, then I hear sniffling.
"Tremaine. It's yo' momma", my mom said, and I run a hand over my face.
"Mom, thank God. Where Tasha and Camille? What the hell happened?", I ask urgently and she starts crying.
"It's bad, baby. My poor baby... My poor baby... God help my baby", she cried, and if I know my mother as well as I think I do, she is sitting there, holding that necklace with the cross on it, rocking back and forth.
"Mom, what happened?! Where my sister?", I snap, and she sniffles again.
"Tasha been beat bad. She's barely able to talk, but she awake now. I can't even recognize her face no more, and she got a hole in her leg. I-I guess they shot her" , she says, and I look at Vince and put the phone on speaker.
"What about Camille and who she came with? What was them gunshots? Is anyone dead?!", I ask loudly, and I hear her inhale sharply.
"Baby, you with the cops right now? Where are you?" , she asks me, and I groan.
"Yes, Ma, I'm with the feds. Answer my question", I tell her, and I still hear commotion in the background.
"Tell them to get the ambulance down here ASAP. Luck has been shot down, but before they could shoot him, he tried to shoot me. Camille pushed me out the way since I had Natalie in my hands and she got shot in the chest and arm. One when through the window and the other grazed the officers leg. Camille ain't responding", she said finally, and I almost dropped the phone.
"Ma'am, stay calm. An ambulance is on the way. We are also on the way", Vince said, and he hangs up. We didn't say a word, we just got up and ran out the door.
We got in his car and sped off, not having to wait cause he had the sirens on. If they bitch nigga ain't dead, I'll kill that nigga myself. First my brother, then my sister, an attempt at my momma, and now Camille.
When we got to the scene, there was an ambulance, and three cop cars. I hop out and see Luck in handcuffs, so I take off my jacket. I run over and punch that nigga in his jaw. I heard a crack and that didn't disgust nor stop me. I kept punching him until officers pulled me away.
"Sir, we can arrest you too! Calm down and walk away from the suspect! ", officers yelled, and I pushed them away.
"Bitch ass nigga, I should kill you right now! You really grabbed my sister and tried to kill my momma?! Bitch, wait till I get my hands on you. You gonna wish they shot yo' ass when they had the chance", I yell as I was getting pulled back by Vince and two other officers.
"Fuck you, bitch. That's why I killed yo' brother, fucked your sister senseless, and shot your little girlfriend of a lawyer", he smiled, his mouth bloody, just like his eye and nose.
He got pushed into a cop car and I got pulled to the yard, where my momma sat with Natalie, my nine year old half sister, and my other sister, Ryan, who I guess drove out here.
When they saw me, they all got up and hugged me. They were crying, and shaken up.
"Where's Tasha and Camille? ", I ask after hugging all them.
"On their way to the hospital. They think Tasha is going to be okay, but Camille's in critical condition", Ryan said, and I nod, running a hand down my face.
How could so much shit go wrong in such a short amount of time?
Officer Vince
Ryan Alston-Jones
Natalie Harrison
Michele Alston
Tasha Alston