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BOOK: This Could Be Us But You Playin' 2
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Dominique heard right before flashing red lights pulled behind her. She continued to drive, hoping that the squad car would just go around, but when the officer pulled alongside her and motioned for her to pull over, Dominique knew that she was fucked. After signaling that she was moving to the side of the road, Dominique pulled a slow stop. She glanced up at her face one last time to make sure that there wasn’t any blood that she may have missed earlier, before she put the car in park. Moments later, a tall black officer tapped on her window with his baton. Dominique smiled nervously as she rolled it down.

“How can I help you, officer?” she asked in the sweetest voice she could muster.

“You ran the light back there,” he told her.

“Really?” Dominique sat up and looked behind her. “I didn’t even realize it. My mind had been gone lately. It was really a simple mistake,” she said, trying to downplay it. At that moment, she would have said anything to get out of the officer running her name. Dominique was sure that, by now, Deondre had called the police.

“License and registration please.”

Dominique leaned and grabbed the rental car paperwork out of the glove compartment. Once she had it, she reached into her purse, opened her wallet, and took out her ID. When she did this, she caught a glimpse of the bloody knife sitting in the passenger seat. Dominique wanted to scream when she realized that she had forgotten to get rid of it. She placed her purse over it in a way to conceal it from the officer, before she turned back to him. After handing her paperwork, Dominique watched as he turned and walked away, headed to the patrol car. While she waited for him to run her name, Dominique said a silent prayer. She knew that she could not afford to go to jail and hoped like hell that everything came back clear; at least for now. A few minutes later, her heart dropped when she saw that a second squad car had pulled up. This time it was a female officer.

Oh shit!

Dominique quickly grabbed her purse and rummaged through it, looking for her phone. When she found it, she scrolled down to NiChia’s number and hit send. It rang twice before she picked up yelling.

“Girl, what the fuck is going on? Deondre’s momma done call grandma and told her that you stabbed him! She was talking shit about you going to jail. The police done came by and everything.”

“So, Dre is okay?” she asked out of habit. She really didn’t care if he was alright or not, at long as she didn’t get into trouble behind it.

“Shit, I don’t know. She didn’t say. Plus, that was hours ago. What the hell is going on—”

“Peanut!” Dominique yelled, cutting her off “I need you to listen to me. I’m about to go to jail.”

“Why? What the fuck is going on and where are you?” NiCiah asked.

“I’ve been driving so long; I don’t even know,” Dominique admitted. When she saw both officers coming her way, she spoke quickly. “They are about to take me right now. The name on the side of the police car says, Lowndes County. L-O-W-N-D-E-S. I don’t know which city that’s in, but let Grandma know so that y’all can find out where they are taking me.”

“Talk to me, Nikki, what’s going on? You’re scaring me,” NiChia pleaded. She was on the verge of tears. “Why are they taking you to jail? Why did you stab, Dre?”

“I can’t explain all that now. Just tell grandma what I said. They are coming. I gotta go, Peanut. Give DJ a kiss for me,” Dominique told her before she hung up the phone. 

“Dominique McDonald,” the male officer said as he stood by her door. “I’m going to need you to step out of the car.” Doing as she was told, Dominique opened the door and got out. When she did, the male officer shoved her against her car and started to pat her down. Once he saw that she didn’t have anything, he began to Mirandize her. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney…”

The officer continued to talk, but Dominique didn’t hear much more after that. Her mind was more focused on going to jail. With her wrist handcuffed, the male officer ushered her over to his squad car and placed her in the back seat. Just then, a tow truck pulled up. Dominique watched as the officer said a few words to him, before he went back and assisted the female officer in searching the Charger. Tears rolled down Dominique’s face when she saw them emerge with knife that was covered in Deondre’s blood. She knew that if she wasn’t fucked before, she damn sure was now. As the tow truck driver pulled her car onto the back, thoughts of her DJ danced around in Dominique’s mind. How could she raise her son from prison? What would he think after finding out that she was in there because she had stabbed his father? All these questions began to overwhelm Dominique. When the officer climbed back into his car, he started the engine and they pulled off. With the fear of the unknown, Dominique could only ask herself one question. 

What the fuck have I done?

 

To Be Continued…

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