Don't you grow up in a hurry your momma be worried, it was apart the story even the scary nights.

                             

- violent crimes kanye west

My violent nights

in which.. kasani falls in love
with her brother bestfriend..

in which.. kevin find interest
in jake's little sister

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coogie

the black female cop took me into the interrogation room. once i saw the camera, i exclaimed, "help me! this some police brutality shit in here!"

the cop quickly shut me down, saying, "boy, don't even try to pull that shit with me."

"yes, ma'am,"i muttered, deflated.

"good," she said, as she sat me in the chair, handcuffed.

i looked around the sterile room, trying to calm my racing heart. i knew i was in deep trouble, and my mind was spinning with ways to get out of this mess.

when the detective walked in the room, he introduced himself as detective cruz, a middle-aged white man. he stuck his hand out to shake mines, and we shook hands, but i accidentally dapped him up.

cruz sat down and asked, "who runs 63rd?"

i leaned back in the chair. "i know a lot of shit, detective, but you know what y'all police do. y'all just make shit up 'cause y'all the police."

cruz raised an eyebrow. "oh, well, that's good to know."

i took a glanced at cruz's feet. "and what do you have on? what are those?"

cruz looked confused. "what?"

"those shoes them shit ugly."

cruz shifted in his seat, trying to steer the conversation back. "what were you doing around that body?"

i scoffed. "testing to see if he was alive."

cruz's eyes narrowed. "were you following him? trying to rob him? shoes were missing, necklace and cellphone gone, and you had his blood on your hands."

i shrugged nonchalantly. "i was just testing to see if he was alive."

cruz leaned in. "maybe you took his phone."

i smirked. "what would I do with a phone? you know too much can give you brain cancer, right?"

i can tell cruz's patience was wearing thin. "you think this is a game we're playing here?"

"no, man," i said, looking down before glancing back up.

"you do know who runs that corner," cruz said.

"yeah," i replied.

"if you know who runs the corner, what were you doing out there?" cruz asked, opening a small notebook to take down notes.

"i was, uh... visiting this dog. i mean, we talk. that's what i was doing there, detective. i wasn't doing nothing else, i swear," i said earnestly.

cruz looked at me like i had three heads. "a dog?"

"yeah, man. i take care of it," i said, trying to make cruz understand. but cruz just closed the notepad and looked at me for a moment before walking out.

"what now?" i said as cruz exited the room, making conversation with one of the other detectives.

detective cruz

outside the interrogation room, detective cruz approached detective johnson, who was reviewing some files.

"johnson, we got a real character in there," cruz said, shaking his head.

johnson looked up, curious. "oh yeah? what's his story?"

cruz sighed. "kid claims he was out there talking to a dog."

johnson raised an eyebrow. "a dog? you serious?"

"dead serious," cruz replied. "says he takes care of it."

johnson chuckled. "well, that's a new one. you believe him?"

"not for a second," cruz said. "he's deflecting. he knows more than he's letting on. found the victim's blood on his hands, but he's playing it off like it's nothing."

johnson nodded, thinking. "we need to press him harder. he's involved somehow, or at least he knows who is."

"yeah," cruz agreed. "let's give him some time to sweat it out. maybe he'll crack."

johnson glanced towards the interrogation room. "think he'll give us anything useful?"

cruz smirked. "if he doesn't, we'll make sure he understands the gravity of his situation. he can't bullshit his way out of this."

"alright," johnson said. "i'll review the evidence again. let's see what else we can pin on him."

cruz nodded. "good. let's make sure this kid knows we're not playing games."

with that, johnson walked away leaving cruz there staring through the glass at coogie

kasani

the next morning, i walked into school with my beats headphone blasting " girls need love remix" by summer walker and drake.

i had on a black nike zip up hoodie , light gray sweatpants and my favorite black crocs with charms and lastly my spray ground pink book-bag.

the usual buzz of students filling the air. I made my way through the halls, dodging groups of kids as I headed to my fourth period which is before lunch.

"morning, kasani!" someone called out. i glanced over to see a few guys nodding at me. I gave a quick nod back and kept moving.

as i turned the corner, a girl bumped into me on purpose , a girl l i'd never seen before. she had long braids and a hard look in her eyes. she didn't step aside, blocking my path.

"excuse m-""watch it," she said cutting me off, her voice dripping with attitude.

I raised an eyebrow. "you bumped into me, who is you?"

She smirked. "name's tasha. just transferred here. heard a lot about you, kasani."

"yeah? like what?"

"like you think you're tough, but you're just riding on your brother's rep."

i felt my anger rising a little, but all i did was smirk before responding, "you don't know shit about me or my brother."

tasha stepped closer, not backing down. "maybe, but I know I don't like you. and I'm not the only one."

okay i never asked for your opinion, i thought

i glanced around, noticing a few of her friends watching the exchange. " i don't give a fuck, move around before i bop your goofy ass," I warned.

tasha laughed, a cold, sharp sound. "we'll see about that."

just then, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. i glared at tasha one last time before pushing past her and heading into the classroom. i could feel her eyes on me, but I refused to look back.

"ms.taylor, a word," said a stern voice behind me. I turned to see mr. johnson, the math teacher who never liked me, standing there with a disapproving look.

i rolled my eyes. "what now?"

"principal's office. now," he said, not giving me a chance to explain.

" i didn't even do shit" i said annoyed

i sighed and followed him, knowing this was going to be a waste of time. we walked in silence to the office, where he motioned for me to sit while he called Reg.

"mr. Taylor, this is mr. johnson from kasani's school. i'm calling because she was involved in an altercation this morning," he said, putting the call on speaker.

it wasn't even altercation, i thought.

"what happened?" reg's voice boomed from the phone.

"she was threatening to kill another student and causing a disruption in the hallway," mr. johnson lied.

"that's a fucking lie!" i shouted, but mr. johnson ignored me.

"kasani, you need to take responsibility for your actions," Mr. Johnson continued. "she was being aggressive and—"

"i wasn't doing anything wrong!" i interrupted. "tasha was the one starting shit with me!"

"language," mr. johnson said, glaring at me. "your brother needs to know what kind of trouble you're causing."

"kasani, calm down," reg said, trying to make sense of the situation.

"but reg, he's lying!" i protested. "tasha was the one who started it!"

mr. johnson shook his head. "see, this is exactly what I'm talking about. she's yelling and being disruptive right now."

"kasani, you need to stop yelling," reg said, his voice tired. "we'll talk about this when you get home."

i couldn't take it anymore. i stood up, shaking my head. "i'm done with this shit. i'm going to class."

i walked out of the office, ignoring mr. johnson's protests. I knew reg wouldn't have my back, for me always being in trouble but I wasn't about to sit there and be lied about. I headed straight to my classroom, determined not to let tasha or mr. johnson ruin the rest of my day.

Jake

"man, I can't believe you signed us up for a play just to please andrea," I said, glaring at kevin. Kevin smirked. "man, i just wanna get close to her and shit."

papa shook his head, looking annoyed. "ain't nobody tryin' to be in no play, kev."

kevin shrugged. "c'mon, it's gonna be fun. Plus, you know she said she might give me her number."

"Still don't mean you drag us into it," I muttered. "you know I got better shit to do."

Papa nodded. "exactly. i got bible study and stuff."

kevin sighed. "alright, alright. i get it. i'm going to fix it by asking her out today."

i sighed, shaking my head. "whatever, man. let's just get through it."

as we argued, i noticed my sister looking down the hall, looking mad as hell. she was probably still heated about that phone call reg got yesterday.

"sani!" I called out. "what's goin' on?"

she looked up, her face still tight with anger. "nothin' you can fix, jake."

"man, just tell me" i said, crossing my arms. "what happened?"

she sighed, glancing around then i walked over. "it's just mr.johnson, he stays trying to get me in trouble. he called reg again. said i was causing i trouble."

i laughed before responding. "man, you finna get  in trouble, your ass is grass."

"It's not funny Jake" she said hitting my shoulder"

damnnn, she hit like a man, i thought

" chill, my fault, what he say?" i said holding my shoulder

"he said i was being disrespectful. but i wasn't even doin' nothin'. just tryin' to defend myself," she muttered.

I furrowed my eyebrows. " defend yourself from who?"

kasani sighed, her shoulders relaxing a bit. "Thanks, Jake."

"No problem," I said. "come on."

we walked back towards where kevin and papa were waiting, still grumbling. about the play. At least for now, we were in it together, and that made things a little bit easier to handle

ronnie

ronnie opened the front door to the usual scene in chicago—kids heading to school, parents off to work, and the familiar chatter of the neighborhood.

his friends were lounging in front of his house, casually drinking and smoking. ronnie, with his raspy voice and gray hair, looked older than his years.

he carried a beer wrapped in a brown bag and made his way down the steps, greeted by the sound of his friends joking about their latest escapades with women.

"wassup, fellas," ronnie greeted them, handing over the beer.

"aren't you gonna have some?" asked lloyd, his light-skinned friend.

"nah, i'm sticking with the juice," ronnie replied with a smirk.

they launched into a discussion about the sugar content in juices and the rise in taxes, laughing and enjoying the morning. just then, a girl walked past the gate. ronnie, eager to prove he still had it, hollered at her. she ignored him, continuing on her way without a glance.

"strike one," one of the guys teased.

"strike two," chimed in another.

"and he's going for strike three," they laughed, watching ronnie's futile attempt.

ronnie shrugged, a hint of frustration in his voice. "tracy's better than her anyway," he muttered.

"tracy's not even your girl anymore," lloyd pointed out, chuckling.

"she's the mother of my son, so she'll always be my girl," ronnie shot back, a defensive edge creeping in.

"jason's not even your son," lloyd said with a smirk, pushing ronnie's buttons.

"i raised him like he was my own son," ronnie said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"no matter how hard you try, she ain't coming back. she not coming back," lloyd said, laughing with the other friend, who smirked at ronnie's frustration.

"man, fuck both of y'all niggas," ronnie shot back, heading up the steps. just then, a cop car pulled up, and detective cruz stepped out. he approached ronnie with a serious look.

"i need to talk to you, ronnie," detective cruz said, grabbing ronnie's arm.

"i ain't got shit to say to you anymore," ronnie replied, trying to pull away. as they reached the car, ronnie put his hands up on his head.

"it's about your son," cruz whispered, his voice low but urgent.

ronnie's friends continued to shout, "free him!" and other comments, but ronnie ignored them. he got into the back of the car, the door closing behind him with a heavy thud.

as the car drove away, the reality of the situation began to sink in.

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ronnie sat in the back of the car, feeling a mix of anger and confusion. detective cruz was driving, the car filled with an uncomfortable silence. finally, cruz broke the quiet.

"we found jason on 19th street," cruz said, looking at ronnie in the mirror. "he didn't make it, ronnie. i'm sorry, but your son is dead."

the news hit ronnie like a punch. he felt his heart drop, and for a moment, he couldn't speak. when he finally did, his voice was shaky with anger.

"19th street?" ronnie muttered, his brow furrowed. "what the hell was he doing there?"

cruz kept his eyes on the road, his face serious. "we don't know yet. but when we arrived, a kid named coogie was standing over jason's body. people said they saw coogie with a gun."

ronnie's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. the anger boiled inside him, a burning desire for revenge. "so, you're telling me this little shit killed my boy?" he growled, trying to keep his voice steady.

"maybe," cruz replied, choosing his words carefully. "we've got him in custody. we don't know if it was on purpose or just a fuck-up, but we're looking into it."

ronnie shook his head, his anger barely contained. "fuck," he muttered under his breath. "this is bullshit. my son didn't deserve this."

as they pulled up to the morgue, cruz parked the car and turned to ronnie.

"we're here," cruz said softly. "the medical examiner will have more information."

ronnie nodded, a storm of emotions raging inside him. he got out of the car, thinking about how to make coogie pay for what he did.

but for now, he kept those thoughts to himself, knowing he'd handle it his way, when the time was right.

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