Goldie

I can't believe Banga's dumb ass thought it was all right to just steal my phone for hours, leave the city, then have the audacity to go to my job and fuck with one of the girls I work with. But to top it all off, he had the nerve to bring Beauty to the apartment that I pay the rent for. He knows Beauty and I don't get along for the simple fact that she's jealous of me. I get along with everyone I work with except for her.

I guess she and Theodore were sleeping together before I got to the club, and as soon as I came, he stopped fucking with her and moved on to me. I don't know why she's so pressed about me being with Theodore. She should be pissed at him for just dumping her when I came but it's not my fault. And I know she really doesn't want Banga. She's only entertaining him to try to get under my skin, but I can't say that she has. The only reason I knocked his ass out was for disrespecting me by trying to sleep with one of my coworkers when I've basically made him who he is.

I could give less than a damn about Beauty and what she does, but the moment Banga started entertaining her tonight was when I lost it. I was at the club tonight. I wasn't dancing, I just went to the club to try to find Banga since he had my phone. I spotted him from across the club, but instead of getting up and confronting him, I just watched him. I watched him sweet talk every pretty girl in the club. He got a dance from a few of them but he had his sights set on Beauty since she was the one he left the club with.

I made it back to the apartment before the two of them did. I sat in the apartment for almost an hour watching everyone out of the window, just waiting on them to come. I was pissed when I saw them get out of his car, so I acted off of impulse. I grabbed the closest thing I could find, which was a pot and I stood by the door until the two of them got to the door. As soon as the door opened and Banga was in my view, I smacked him as hard as I could in the head with the pot.

"AHHH! Oh my God!" Beauty screamed.

His stupid ass dropped to the ground and the next thing I heard was Beauty's cheap heels racing across the ground. She ran down the hallway as fast as her heels would take her and she jolted down the steps. All I could do was laugh. That serves her right for trying to fuck with Banga when she knows the two of us had something going on.

I walked back into my apartment and flipped the lights on. Banga was still laying in front of the door with blood gushing out of his forehead, looking like a damn fool. I quietly closed the door behind myself, careful not to cause anymore noise, before I turned back around to Banga. I had something for his stupid ass. If he wants to tie me up and treat me like a dog, then I'm going to do the same thing to him. Tonight was the last straw. He's not going to treat me like a fool anymore. He's done and so is our relationship.

I bent down and grabbed Banga by the arms so I could pull him to the back where my room was. I should handcuff him to our bed and make him suffer but I have an even better idea. I'll just put he and I out of our misery and get rid of his ass. I drug him into my bedroom and dropped him in front of our window. If I'm going to do this then I need to get the hell out of here. I can't stay here tonight because the police will be here soon. I dropped down on my knees and began digging around in his pockets for my phone since I knew he had it.

"Dumb ass," I mumbled, pulling my cell phone out of his front pocket, as well as his wallet. His wallet was stuffed with the money he's been taking from me, so I took all of the money out of his wallet before running across my room to pack a bag for myself. I don't know how long I'll be gone but I know I can't come back here.

I raided my draws, taking out the majority of my clothes and anything else I'd need if I plan on leaving for good. I packed clothes, choose, makeup, jewelry and lotion in a duffle bag, two suitcases and a book bag. I even made sure to take grab any of the extra cash I had laying around. I needed to get the fuck out of here if I plan on getting rid of Banga. I took all of my bags to the front door of my apartment before shutting off the lights. If I'm going to push him out of the window, I don't want anybody to be able to identify me as the person who pushed him out.

I jogged back to my room and found him still laying on the ground with blood gushing out of his head. I pulled him up by his arms so he was sitting up against the window. I knew it would be difficult to get him out of the window since he's so much bigger than me but I was determined to get rid of his ass. He's hurt me for too long and he deserves everything he's got coming for him.

"You can do this Mya," I whispered to myself as I struggled to pull him up but he was too heavy. I sighed, taking a good grip on him. "1...2...3..." I pulled Banga up with all of my strength and pushed the top of his body out of the window. I took a deep breath before grabbing his legs and pushing him all of the way out of the window.

I didn't wait to see his body hit the ground. I took off running to the door, grabbed my shit and walked out of the apartment as cool and calm as ever. I didn't need any attention to be bought to myself, so I took the elevator downstairs and waved goodbye to our doorman, like I normally do, before I left the building and darted across the parking lot to my car. I loaded my things into my car before darting out of the parking lot.

I should've circled around the back of our complex to see what Banga's body looked like but I knew I didn't have time to do that. I took off out of the parking lot and just drove as quickly as I could away from the apartment.

My body was shaking and sweating. I was nervous, to say the least. I didn't want to get caught and I didn't have anywhere to go besides a hotel, so I drove to the furthest hotel I knew about. I needed time to cool down. I unloaded my bags from my car and casually walked into the hotel with a smile on my face, making sure I didn't look suspicious.

I walked up to the receptionist with the biggest smile on my face. "Hey, I'd like to check out a room."

The receptionist looked up at me. "For how long?"

How long was I going to stay? One day? A week? A month? "Just for the night," I quickly responded before giving it a second thought. I might need to stay here for longer than the night.

"Alright, for the night it will be $130. Will you be paying with cash or credit?"

"Cash," I quickly responded. Paying with my card will make it easy for people to follow my tracks in case I get in trouble over Banga. I pulled the money out of my purse and handed it to the receptionist.

"And could I get your ID ma'am?"

I pulled my ID out of my wallet and handed it to her. "Um, could I go under a different name?"

The receptionist looked up at me with a frown on her face. "Excuse me?"

"L-Like, could I go under a different name? You see, I kind of broke up with my boyfriend not too long ago and he's kind of dangerous. I just don't want him to find me."

"I understand Ms. Golding, but it'll cost extra."

"How much?"

"Fifty bucks."

I sighed. "Alright," I said as I pulled out more money and handed it to her. She stuffed the money into her bra. "Could you check me in under another name?"

"Sure, what name?"

"Uh...uh Jane," I mumbled, looking around. "Blackwell."

The receptionist typed in my information before handing me my room key. I gathered my things and raced towards the elevators before climbing on to it. I felt safe being in this hotel since it's far out of Atlanta and far enough away from my apartment where I wouldn't get caught. I stepped into my one bedroom hotel room and dropped my bags by the door, feeling safe and comfortable.

The first thing I did was raced to the bathroom, dropped down in front of the toilet and threw up everything I had eaten today. Just the thought of what I did to Banga made me sick to the stomach but part of me felt happy and safe that I had finally gotten him off of my hands. But I felt even more afraid that I'd get caught by the cops, or worse, Banga wouldn't be dead and he'd know I was the one that pushed him out of the window.

I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard my phone ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket and it was just the person I needed to hear from. Theodore's number popped up on my screen, making me smile. I flushed the toilet and wiped off my mouth before answering the phone.

"What's up bitch ass nigga?" he laughed, answering the phone.

I frowned. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, oh my bad Goldie," he chuckled. "I thoug--"

"I was Banga," I finished for him. "I know. He took my phone today but I got it back."

"Good. Where you at?"

"Why?"

"'Cause I know you ain't at'cho crib with all them cops. What'chu do?"

I sighed. "I didn't do anything."

"You don't gotta lie baby girl. You did something to Banga?"

"I can't say it over the phone."

"Alright, well are you okay? Where you at?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm staying at a hotel."

"Good. You need anything?"

"No...well, I do."

"What's up?"

"Are you busy?"

He laughed. "You must miss me baby girl. You tryna see me?"

"Yeah. I want to see you tomorrow and Princess too. I haven't seen you guys in a few days."

"She has school tomorrow but I can meet you. You wanna get breakfast?"

"Yeah, where do you wanna meet for breakfast?"

"My crib," he replied.

My eyes widened. "You can cook?"

"Hell yeah," he chuckled. "Somebody's gotta cook for my daughter, so let me show you what I can do."

"Where? In the kitchen or in the bedroom?" I smirked.

Theodore chuckled. "Where ever you want me."

"I want you to cook for me in the kitchen."

"And what about the bedroom?"

"I'll be in control of that tomorrow. Don't even worry about that."

"Alright, I won't keep you up. I know you gotta get some rest in for when you see me tomorrow baby girl, so good night."

I sighed. "Good night," I mumbled.

"What's wrong? You don't want me to hang up?" he asked. I could hear him smiling on the other end of the phone, which made me feel a little bit more comfortable.

"No," I responded. "I wanna talk to you."

As I walked out of the bathroom and into the room, I could hear him shifting around in bed. "What'chu wanna talk about baby girl?"

"...Us," I told him as I plopped down on the bed.

Theodore and I ended up talking about any and everything for most of the night before the two of us fell asleep on each other, but a conversation with him was just what I needed. Theodore and I's relationship first began with the two of us just strictly having sex with each other but it's turned into so much more. He understands me, for me and I do the same for him. It's like the two of us just understand each other and connect with each other and I've never had this same feeling for anybody else I've been with. Theodore is different. He's special. And I don't think I'm willing to give him up any time soon.

Victoria

I sat up in bed with a frown on my face. I had moved into Teddy's house, and while I felt a little weird staying with Milan, part of me felt entitled. Why shouldn't I be able to stay with my friend, especially after everything he and this bitch have done to me and my family the past few years? She uprooted my family and broke us all up because she has some sick fantasy of being with an older man. So, now it's time for me to do the exact same with her.

If she wasn't here, I actually wouldn't mind staying here at all. Teddy insists he pays for everything and for me to just think of staying here as me taking a little vacation from California, so I just agreed. I get to stay here with Teddy, my best friend, and it'll be just like old times. We'll get to do more together and I'll be able to see my children and grandchildren a whole lot more than I used to. Staying in Atlanta would've been ideal, except for the fact that Daddy still lives in California and it's only so much Milan I can take before I snap on the bitch.

I held my composure the other night at dinner when she poured water on Teddy and I. I really wanted to put my hands on the bitch but I knew I'd catch a case down here in Atlanta, so I decided to be mature about the situation and just torture her behind Teddy's back and blame her paranoia on her accident on the boat trip. And eventually, I'll drive the bitch to insanity and all I'll have to do is sit back and watch the bitch lose her mind.

I rolled my eyes as I listened to Teddy and Milan go back and forth, something they'd been doing for hours. I feel asleep to them arguing and I just woke up to something slamming. I looked over at the clock that sat on the night stand. 4:53. I rolled my eyes. Why can't the two of them just go to bed?

"Damn," I mumbled, rolling over, trying to block them out but it sounded like they got louder.

"I don't give a damn!" Teddy yelled.

"You should! How could you just move her into my house without telling me in advance or asking for my permission? I don't want to live with your ex wife!"

"You know what, this is why I don't come home! You always on the same bull shit Milan. I can do what the fuck I want!"

It sounded like they were walking down the hallway yelling at each other.

"No you can't," Milan yelled after him. "We're married. We're supposed to make decisions together and you act like I'm not trying to pay bills. You insisted on paying everything because you said you could cover the expenses but I don't mind paying bills. I have a job that pays me damn good money to support my lifestyle. So don't go throwing around money as if I don't have my own. And regardless of me paying bills or not, I'm still your wife and you're not supposed to make decisions without me."

"I make decisions without you because you think like a child and you act like one when you don't get your way. Victoria never acted like this."

"That bitch is the reason why we're arguing now! She's always why we're arguing. I bet you're fucking her, aren't you?"

"No but I know you're fucking some other nigga. What? You thought I forgot about that? You shouldn't even be up in my house since you spreading your legs for other niggas. Get the fuck outta my face Milan. I'm done with you."

"No, we're not done!" she yelled.

"You may not be, but I am. I gotta work in the morning and so do you, so go to sleep."

"Fine but I'm not done with you. Don't think you're sleeping in my bed with me."

"I don't wanna sleep with your dirty ass. I'm sleeping down the hall."

"Don't think about going in her room," she tried to whisper but I still heard her.

"I'mma go where the hell I want in my house."

"Whatever."

I could hear Milan stomping off down the hall before their bedroom door slammed shut, but it wasn't long before I heard light taps on my door. I knew it was Teddy, but I didn't get up. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was listening to them, so I stayed quiet. My bedroom door slightly opened up before Teddy stepped inside.

"Tori, you up?" he whispered as he closed the door behind himself. I kept my eyes closed as he walked up to me. "I know you up. I know you was listening."

My eyes opened. "I wasn't listening. Y'all woke me up. Don't you two sleep?"

"Sometimes," he chuckled. "I don't sleep here most nights because this is what happens. We always end up arguing. This shit didn't happen with us."

I sighed. "Yes it did."

"Well yeah, when shit was bad we argued a lot but it always seems like shit is bad between Milan and I. We argue every single time we see each other and I don't know why. I don't do anything but treat her like a good husband should."

"I think your definition of a good husband is tainted. I don't like Milan but I'd be pissed too if you moved your ex into our house. I know why she's upset but the bitch knows not to say shit to me."

Teddy laughed. "I know, I know. I didn't come in here to talk about her though. You mind if I crash here tonight?"

"Not in my bed." That's one thing I won't do and that's sleep in a bed with Teddy. It's too disrespectful to Milan to do that with her husband, even though doing it and seeing her upset would make me happy. "You can sleep on the couch."

"Damn. I can't sleep in the bed?"

"Nope," I replied.

"Damn, well can I at least get some cover?"

"Take as much as you want."

Teddy leaned over me, purposely pressing himself against my butt as he pulled cover off of me. He pulled the cover off of me but he was sure to slide his hand across my thigh. "You're just so damn beautiful Victoria. I don't know what I was thinking leaving you. I was an idiot for leaving you and not working through shit," he whispered, dropping the cover back down on the bed. "I think about you every day."

"Teddy," I sighed.

"You want something to drink?" he asked as he bent down and pulled a bottle of wine from under the bed. "Every time I'm home and Milan and I fight, I always sleep in here, so I make sure I have something to drink in here. I feel like I'm losing my mind in this damn house."

Teddy sat down on the edge of my bed and popped the bottle of wine open before taking a large gulp before he handed the bottle to me. I sat up in bed and took a sip before passing it back to him. The two of us went back and forth for almost an hour drinking the two bottles of wine he had stashed under the bed, but we didn't speak. We sat there in silence with each other, drinking, as we watched the sun come up.

"Do you still think about me Tori?" Teddy asked, finishing off the second bottle.

"Everyday Teddy, why?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Damn. Maybe I'm just missing you. Shit was never this bad between the two of us. I mean, I don't even want to come home sometimes Tori. I get so depressed just being here with her, that's why I'm never really here. I'm always out in California with you because you get me and I don't feel depressed. You always keep me happy. You keep me sane Victoria."

"It's because the two of you don't connect. She's too young for you Teddy, and you should know that. You two don't have anything in common, that's why you two don't get along. Me and you grew up with each other and know every single thing about each other, so of course we're going to connect. I just wish you never jumped to marrying this girl so quickly. You should've married someone closer to your age."

"I shouldn't have left you when shit got difficult. I'mma be honest, I've been with other women before but don't none of them compare to you and what we had."

"Nothing can compare to us. Can I ask you something?"

"What's up?"

"Do you even love Milan or do you love what she can do for you?"

"...I don't even know. I don't think I'd be going this hard for her if I didn't have some sort of feelings for her. I know I have feelings for her but I don't feel shit towards her here lately. We don't seem to connect anymore, so it's hard to have feelings for somebody you don't connect with. And I used to love what she could do for me. The sex used to be amazing but not anymore. It's like we just fucking to fuck, and I'm half-assing the shit and I know she is too. It's no feeling, no time put into it and definitely no effort...so I don't know how I feel about Milan. I know I should love her but I don't think I do."

"Why do you feel like that?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I just do. I only love one woman. Lemme ask you something."

"What?"

"Do you love Jayvion or do you love what he can do for you?"

His question caught me off guard but I knew I loved him. "I love him."

Teddy took a deep breath. "Why?"

"Well, because...because I love that he..." I trailed off, trying to gather my thoughts and feelings about Jayvion but I couldn't think of anything. I love Jayvion, I do...but I don't know why I love him.

"Why you getting married to him if you don't know why you love him?"

"I don't know why I love him...it's just indescribable."

"That's bull shit," he spat, making my eyes widen.

"Excuse me?"

"I said that's bull shit. If you loved him, you'd be able to talk about why you love him like it's nothing. You wouldn't have to think about it since y'all been together for so long, so I think you're lying. I don't think you love him. I think you might like him a lot but you definitely don't love him, well, not as much as he might love you. And I think you're marrying him out of guilt, not because you love him."

I scrunched up my face. "What? You don't know what you're talking about Teddy, I love Jayvion."

"You don't, and that's all right. Maybe you just loved the fact of being with a younger guy or another guy showing you some attention that's not me but I know you Victoria and I know when you're lying. If you don't love him, just be honest about it. I was honest when I told you about Milan, so just be honest with me. I won't judge you."

"I do love him though Teddy. I just don't know why."

"It's because you don't love him because you're still in love with me. Isn't that right?"

"No."

"Stop lying."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"Just admit it."

"No."

"Admit it."

"No."

"Admit it!" he yelled. "Stop hiding shit from me that's obvious!"

"Okay, I'm still in love with you," I yelled back. "Are you happy now? If it's so obvious, why'd you have to pry it out of me? How come you just can't know that I love you back without me having to acknowledge it?"

"Because I wanna hear you say it. I wanna confirm what I know. So, I'm still in love with you and you're still in love with me. Where does that leave us?"

"With me sleeping in this bed alone and you sleeping down the hallway with your wife," I retorted, turning over and pulling the covers over me so I couldn't see him.

He sighed. "Really Victoria? Just answer my damn question." I didn't respond. I just laid there ignoring him, and after awhile, he finally got the hint that I wasn't going to respond back. He snatched the covers off of my bed before walking across the room and laying down on the couch. "I know you and I know you not saying shit 'cause you scared but I'm not. I'm still in love with you and I'mma let you know that until the day we die because the shit we're doing now is just temporary. As long as I have my hands in this, we'll be together soon and you won't be seeing that lying ass nigga in California and Milan will be gone too. You'll see," he warned me.

Theodore III

"Daddy," Princess asked.

"What's up?"

I scrunched up my face as I pulled into the parking lot of her school. There were two police cars sitting in the parking lot, right in front of the front door. Damn. They're really doing all of this for Mocha? I assumed they'd be looking for her but I didn't think the cops would be up at the school.

"How come the police are here?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know," I mumbled, even though I did know. I pulled up into the spot I normally park in and Princess and I got out of the car before we began walking towards the door. "You know to just mind your business around these officers baby girl. Be a good girl."

She nodded her head. "Okay. Is something wrong?"

"No, but don't say anything about how you got in trouble yesterday. A'ight?"

"Okay Daddy but why? Did something happen to Ms. Jackson?"

"No...well, I don't know but just don't say anything. Just be quiet, okay?"

"Okay," she responded as we passed by the police cars.

I looked inside to see if any of the officers were inside and only one was. It was an older white man and he just starred at me before rolling his window down. "You gotta problem, boy?" he asked, looking me up and down.

"...Nah."

"Alright, well keep it moving then boy. Don't be looking up in here like you gotta issue because the next time I catch you looking up in here, I'm gonna have to arrest you."

My eyes widened. "Arrest me? For looking?"

"Hell yeah. Mind your business and just keep it moving boy. I swear, you coloreds just don't know how to mind your own damn business."

I shook my head and just walked into the building with Princess. I knew which battles to fight and I knew that wasn't it, especially with Princess around. Of course, I have officers on my pay roll but then there's other ones who like to give people a hard time, like this guy. I didn't know it was a crime to look inside of a cop car. All I was trying to do was see what was going on since I have to leave my daughter at this school for hours. I need to make sure she's safe.

"Daddy?"

"What's up baby girl?"

"Why was that cop so mean?"

"Remember I told you about people not liking you because of how you look?" Princess nodded her head. "Well, he was one of those people. That's why I told you to be on your best behavior, so you don't have to deal with people like him. Do you understand now?"

"Yes, Daddy. What's colored?"

"Not white."

Princess looked down at her hand that was in mine before looking back up at me. "Am I colored?"

"You have color because you're beautiful Princess, but don't let anybody call you colored."

"But what if somebody does call me colored? What should I do?"

"Do what I did to that cop."

She scrunched up her face. "Walk away? Shouldn't I say something?"

"No, you turn the other cheek because it's not worth risking your life over. You gotta learn when to pick your battles and me getting in trouble with that cop, that was just trying to pick a fight with me, wasn't worth it. And you already know if something happens, call Daddy."

Princess smiled. "Okay."

There were more police officers standing outside of Mocha's classroom, as well as concerned parents and their children. But what really caught my attention were print outs from the camera recording of Mocha getting snatched up in the parking lot. Those pictures of me dressed in all black with a ski mask over my face, snatching Mocha out of her car, were taped all around the school with the caption:

IF YOU KNOW ANYTHING, PLEASE SPEAK UP.

"As you all may know or not know, Ms. LaToya Jackson is missing. We have no information on who could have taken her or why someone may have taken her but the only information we do have is of the recordings from the camera yesterday afternoon, which was the last time Ms. Jackson was seen. Whoever the two men were that took Ms. Jackson, are being looked for now," One of the officers explained.

"Have you all been able to find them or know anything about where she could have went?" A parent spoke up.

"As of right now, we have no leads on the men that took her or on her whereabouts but we are looking. We've questioned her family members, previous employers and anyone else that may have come in contact with her."

That's a damn lie because nobody has contacted me about where she could have gone and I'm her previous employer. Are they really even looking for her or are they just telling us this?"

"Parents and students," the principal spoke up. "You can keep your children here if you wish. We'll have a substitute teacher here in Ms. Jackson's absence until she returns. The sub will be instructing and continuing on with what Ms. Jackson was teaching, so it is imperativeto send your children here."

"Why should we send our children here everyday if you have teachers getting kidnapped in the parking lot?" One of the parents asked. "I mean, if it's not a safe environment for the instructors, how could this possibly be a safe environment for our young children, who barely know right from wrong?"

"The officers will be on patrol inside and out of the school," the principal explained.

"So you all are treating this place like a prison instead of a school now. That's a damn shame," another parent comment.

That one comment alone sent the parents into an uproar, but I wasn't about to stand around and debate with these people. I'm not keeping Princess here today. I know I'm the reason the police are here but these officers aren't gonna stand around and watch my daughter like some criminal. If anything, I'll get Princess into a safer school. I bent down and picked Princess up, so we could sneak out of this crowd of people before the police or the principal notice we're walking away.

"Where are we going Daddy?" Princess asked as I turned around.

"Home."

Just as I was beginning to walk off, I heard an officer calling after me. Damn.

"Sir! Sir, wait!"

I sucked my teeth and turned back to the officer, but I still continued to walk away. "I really need to go officer."

"Wait, this will only take a second," he said as he walked up to me, stopping me from moving. He was black with a short haircut. "Hello Mr. Reed, I'm Officer Young. A few parents in Ms. Jackson's classroom and colleagues of hers said the two of you had a very nasty altercation yesterday afternoon right before she was kidnapped, is this true?"

Shit. How come niggas always watching me? "Look man, I really gotta go. I don't know nothing about her teacher."

I tried walking around him again, but he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back, making me lose my grip on Princess. She dropped down on the ground, landing flat on her butt, pissing me off even more. This is the same shit that happened yesterday morning. How come niggas can't leave me and my daughter alone when I ask them to? All I was tryna do was mind my business, but somebody is always bothering me.

"I-I'm sorry si--"

I roughly pushed the officer back against the wall, not even bothering to let him finish apologizing. "Fuck you!" I yelled. "I told you to leave me alone, and look what you did to my daughter!"

"I said I was sorry sir but you weren't listening!"

"Hey! What's going on over here?" The rude white officer from outside asked as he walked up to us.

"I told y'all mother fuckers to leave me the fuck alone!"

The white officer placed his hand on his gun. "Who the hell are you talking to boy?"

"You! Let me mind my business and take my daught--"

The officer didn't let me finish speaking before he and the other officer threw me down on the ground, and the white one climbed on top of me. "Look boy, I'm asking you to calm the hell down. I'm not trying to make a scene in this school."

"You already have," I groaned, trying to get from under him but he made sure to keep his knee pressed in my back. I looked over at Princess, who was just standing beside me with tears in her eyes. "Get off of me, damn! Look what you're doing! You're maki--"

The white officer smacked me upside the head. "Shut up boy! Nobody asked you to speak."

I groaned. I know I shouldn't put my hands on a cop or fight back, but what the hell am I supposed to do? They got me laying on the ground like a dog while my daughter is left to sit back and watch all of this shit happen. I rolled over, causing the white cop to fall on the ground but that's when the black cop pressed me down on the ground and handcuffed one of my hands.

"Cuff his ass!" The white officer yelled. "I felt that gun on him! You're not even supposed to have an open weapon in a school."

"You're under arrest sir," he said as he cuffed both of my hands behind my back.

"For what?" I yelled.

The officer didn't speak, but I did feel him pulling my pistol from out of the back of my pants before he slid it over to the white officer. "Why are you carrying a gun?" he asked.

"For protection," I groaned as the two officers pulled me up.

"Well you aren't gonna have it in prison you dumb ass thug," the white officer spat.

The two officers pulled me up and began walking me down the hallway but I turned back to Princess, who was still standing in the middle of the hallway crying. "Princess, call Lindsey and Grandma and Grandpa and don't leave this school until they get you, okay?" I yelled down the hall to her but the white officer turned my head back around.

"Shut up boy!"

They continued walking me down the hallway but I could see Princess out of the corner of my eye. She was still crying but she was running down the hallway to the front office so she could call Lindsey and my parents.

Fuck these cops if they think they're going to lock me up for violating my personal space and privacy.

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How do you guys feel about this chapter? How do you guys feel about Goldie pushing Banga out of the window? Is he dead? Will she get caught? How long will she have to lay low? How do you guys feel about Victoria living with Teddy and Milan? Will Teddy and Victoria get back together? How do you guys feel about Teddy and Milan's relationship? Is Theodore a good father? How do you guys feel about the police looking for Mocha? Will Theodore get locked up for carrying a gun on school grounds?