Lmaoo all y'all mfs care about is "Thugged Out" 😂😂 I'm glad y'all liked the lil crossover last chapter but no this is not the spinoff. It's a new series and I figured since they all live in California I'd throw the Mitchells in here every blue moon. Comment tho. I work hard on my shit and I love comments 😀💘😂😂👏

BROOKLYN

I feel so sick to my stomach. I'm in an interrogation room staring at a detective who introduced himself as Detective Morris. "I like your nails. Nice color." he calmly says, looking at my hands as I tap my fingers on the table. "What does that have to do with anything? You gon' tell me why I'm here and what my daddy did or what?" I ask. I ain't trying to have an attitude but what the fuck does the color on my nails have to do with anything?

"Just making small talk. Where are you from?" he asks. "Houston." I answer, raising my eyebrow. "I went to college in Houston. Texas Southern University to be exact." he says. I blankly stare at him. Why can't he get the hint? I don't give a shit. I just want to get this over with.

I take a deep breath, fighting back my tears. My nerves are completely shot. I don't think I can handle anymore bullshit tonight. Today is the worse day of my life.

"What's going on?" I mumble. "I just have a few questions for you." he tells me. I nod my head. "Please be one hundred percent truthful. Your father already told us your mother is who shot him at your home. Care to explain why?" he asks me. I shake my head. My dad is a pure bitch. He didn't have to run his mouth to them.

"I don't know." I lie. "Sure you do. If I were you, I'd come clean. I'm sure you don't want to face charges for being a part of the shooting." he says, keeping his eyes on me. "You can't charge me with shit. I had nothing to do with this shit and I don't know anything." I calmly say.

"Brooklyn, your father already told us the truth. He was caught cheeting so your mother shot him. He already told us you were in fact in the room when it happened so you know everything. I'm going to need you to cooperate. I already have proof that your mother did this. Just tell your side and this will be over with." he says.

"Detective, I know my rights. I don't have to tell you anything. Like I said, I don't know nothing." I say. "I understand that's your mother but she committed a crime... a very bad crime." he says. "First of all, stop talking all slow and shit like I'm fucking retarded. Man, I'm not slow." I snap on him. I hate when people do that.

"I understand you're upset but I'm gonna need you to cooperate. Right now, the LAPD is searching for your mother. Just cooperate with me. Tell me anything you know." he softly says. "I don't know nothing." I lie. Snitching is not a part of who I am. For one, everybody knows detectives love to play like they're your friend or try to pin people against each other to get a confession and I'm not with the foolery.

He sighs. "We'll get back to that later then. What do you know about your father?" he asks. "He's a Christian and he's an accountant." I answer. He looks me in my eyes. "Brooklyn, tell me what you know." he says. "What the fuck? I did tell you." I say. I just don't get it. What more does this nigga want from me?

He opens a manilla folder then lays a few pictures out on the table. One of the pictures is of a few half naked women, and the others are drug pictures. My dad is off guard, talking on one of them. "Did you know your father is a human trafficker and drug dealer? He's been under investigation for years but we could never prove his doings. We had a search warrant already. We searched the house and police found a few drugs. If you know anything about where these women and drugs are, I need for you to tell me. Anything helps." he calmly says.

My heart is beating so fast. I can't even control my sobbing at this point. "Are you serious?" I scream, crying hard. I know this shit is true. No part of me thinks this is a lie. "Yes, I'm serious. I understand this is your father but if you know where those young ladies may be, you need to let me know." he says. "How the hell would I know if I didn't know none of this?" I yell.

"You didn't know?" he asks, jotting something down on a piece of paper. "No, I didn't." I answer, crying hard. He continues to write. "Well, Brooklyn, I know you're seventeen, correct?" he asks. I nod my head yes. "Do you have any relatives I can call? Because you're under eighteen and both parents are going to jail, custody of you will either go to a relative or the state." he calmly says. I break down crying even harder.

I woke up thinking this would be a normal day for me but I was terribly wrong. How the fuck did I manage to lose two parents to the system in one day? I can't believe my dad was not only cheating with another woman but he was also a drug dealer and fucking pimp. This is so sickening to me. It truly is.

"I don't have relatives." I mumble. He writes something down. He stands up. "A social worker will be in to speak with you momentarily." he says, then walks out. It feels like these walls are caving in on me. I don't even know my family. It's always been my mom, dad, and me. Nobody else. I don't want to be put in the system at all.

A short white woman walks in then sits with the detective next to her. "Hi, Brooklyn. My name Is Sharon Seals." she introduces herself. I ignore her, trying to calm down. She starts talking to me. "Are you listening?" she asks. I swear everything she just said went in one ear and out of the other. I don't want to hear that bullshit. It's all bad for me and it's not even my damn fault.

QUIN

"Damn, imma leave her mothafuckin' ass." I mumble. Brooklyn been in that bitch for at least three hours. This is why I'm mean as fuck to mothafuckas. I called myself being a nice person for once and here I am sitting in a parking lot around too many damn police because I'm waiting for a girl I don't even know to get out of questioning. Her lame ass daddy couldn't have done anything that bad.

I look up as she walks out with a detective and a white woman next to her. Aww hell the fuck naw. Imma have to pull off on her. I'm riding dirty and I ain't interested in getting questioned. My ass don't have no business being here. I buckle my seat belt then crank my truck up.

"Shit." I mumble as they get closer. Brooklyn already made eye contact with me and everything. I get out then walk over to them to avoid the detective smelling weed in my shit. "What's good?" I ask. Brooklyn look a hot ass mess. Her hair all over her head, her eyes puffy, and her face is red as hell. She looks like somebody just stole her favorite Christmas sweater or some shit.

"Wassup with you?" I ask her. She falls in my arms, screaming and crying. My eyes widen as the lady gives me a sad look. I ain't trying to be an ass but what the fuck she want me to do? "Brooklyn, get off me, bruh. You getting tears all over my shirt and shit." I say, becoming annoyed. I can't stand crying. Crying won't change the situation you in so what's the point of that bullshit?

She pulls away then sits on the ground, crying in her hands. I look up at the detective. "What the hell wrong with her?" I ask. "Sir, both of her parents are going to jail. She doesn't have any relatives so she'll be in custody of the state. We worked something out with her. She asked if she could stay with you. If so, we will be by tomorrow to handle some things." the social worker says.

My eyes widen. "Hell the fuck naw. I'm sorry, Brooklyn but I ain't getting in this shit. Ion even know yo ass." I say, walking back to my truck. The fuck do she think I am? She gone have to deal with that in her own way. Fuck that shit.

"Quin, please. I know I'll probably have to be a foster child later on but please let me come with you. Please." she begs with tears all over her face. I shake my head no. "No, bruh." I say. I don't get involved with the law at all. And then these folks gon' be popping up at my crib asking questions and looking into my business and I don't have time to deal with that shit.

She breaks down crying even more, staring at me. "I ain't asking to stay with you forever, Quin. Just tonight. They allowing me to do this because I'm almost eighteen. Quin, please." she begs. "Just stop fuckin' crying dude." I demand. My headache coming on real strong right now.

She won't quit crying. I smack my lips. "Fine bruh. Tonight only then you gotta figure some shit out. Yeah, I'll let her stay the night. I'm her cousin." I lie to the detectives. The social worker hands me a piece of paper. "Because she'll be eighteen very soon, I gave her this option. Please write an address and phone number down." she tells me.

I take the paper then write my shit down. "Here." I say, handing it back to her. She hands me a card. The detective lowly says something to Brooklyn then hands her his card. See, this what the fuck happens when being nice goes wrong.

We've been in my truck in silence for ten minutes while I drive. "Will you stop fuckin' crying, mane? You annoying as fuck. If you staying the night with me, that bitch ass crying gotta go or imma have yo fuckin' ass sleeping behind somebody dumpster." I say, shaking my head.

"I'm going through a lot, Quin, damn! My dad's going to jail for being a fucking pimp and drug dealer and my mom is going for attempted murder and shit! You would cry too if you were me!" she yells. "No the fuck I wouldn't. You ain't no damn baby. Grow yo ass up and make some shit happen for yourself without yo parents. That's called independence." I say.

"Quin, you don't know nothing about me. Just shut up and leave me the hell alone." she mumbles. "But you in my car on the way to my house. I got rules around that bitch. All that crying gotta go." I tell her, shaking my head. "You act like I can't have regular human emotions!" she yells. "Bruh, I don't even know yo dumb ass like that. I'll real deal make you get the fuck out and I won't care cause I don't know shit about you therefore I don't care about you." I say.

For all I know, she can be a psychopath and try to kill my whole family while we sleep. I shake my head. I swear I deserve dumb ass of the year award for this. I can't believe I'm letting a full ass stranger stay with me.

"Fine. After tonight I'll be out your hair. I might just leave in the middle of the night just to make you happy." she mumbles. "That shit will be lovely. Wake me up so I can lock the door." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

I pull up to a gas station. "Get out." I demand. Her eyes widen as she stares at a crack head that's sleeping infront of the store and all of the drunks walking around talking to each other. "Get out? Quin... come on, don't do that to me." she mumbles, tearing up. "How dumb can you be? I'm saying let's get out. I'm finna buy some snacks and if you want something up outta here, get out." I demand. "Oh." she says.

We get out. I lock the doors then walk to the entrance. She walking close as fuck to me. "Mane, these old drunk mothafuckas ain't finna harm you. Get up off me. You making me uncomfortable." I tell her, lightly pushing her away from me. "Ya mammy an old drunk mothafucka, bitch." an old crackhead woman with no teeth in her mouth says.

Brooklyn starts laughing as a few tears fall down her face. "Bitch, that's why you finna go sale yo drawls for yo next fix with yo dirty ass." I say to her. Javier used to sell to this old scum bag and shit. I knew I recognized her from somewhere. She throws her middle finger up at me as we walk in the store.

"That was so mean." Brooklyn says. "And? She should've shut the fuck up." I say. "You're a really mean person. Has anybody ever told you that?" she asks. "Plenty of times and I don't give a fuck. You not on my good side bruh. I still don't want yo ass staying with me so choose your words wisely." I say.

She rolls her eyes. "You know what... I'll just sleep outside because I'm not about to deal with this." she mumbles, storming out the store. The hell she think imma do? I'm not finna chase her ass. I ain't no rabbit hunter. I don't chase a mothafucking thing if it ain't my money.

I sit my snacks down on the register then hand the cashier a hundred dollar bill. "Just keep the change." I say. "Thank you." he says, smiling as he puts my shit in bags. I grab the bags then walk out of the store.

I unlock my truck then get in. Brooklyn standing in the middle of a circle of crackheads catches my eye. What the fuck is this girl doing, mane? I roll the window down. "Get yo cry baby ass in!" I yell out the window. She rushes away from them then gets in.

"The hell was you doing?" I ask. "I was talking to them since you really don't want me around. I was going to stay right there." she says. "That don't make sense." I dryly say. She ignores me. "We almost at my house." I tell her as I drive. I still can't believe I'm opening my house up to a girl I don't even know like that but fuck it.

I pull into the driveway then park next to Javier's car. My momma ain't at home, thankfully cause I don't feel like explaining this one to her. Today been long and unexpected as a bitch.

Brooklyn and I get out then walk to the front door. I unlock it then let her walk in first. It's quiet as hell so Javier must be asleep. I lead her up the stairs into my room. "You can crash on the floor or some shit." I say, tossing her a blanket off my dresser.

She frowns. "What?" I ask, kicking my shoes off. "The floor? You have a big bed though. Not trying to be picky but Quin, please." she mumbles. "You right. I got a king sized bed for my king ass only." I tell her.

She shakes her head. "Where's Javier?" she asks. "What, you gon' go cry to my lil brother? That nigga hate crying so suit yourself." I say, laughing. She sighs, staring at me. "What?" I ask. "Thanks for offering me your floor while you sleep in your king sized bed. I greatly appreciate it." she sarcastically says. "You welcome." I say, pulling my lighter out of my pocket.

She rolls her eyes. "Well, you have anything I can sleep in?" she asks. "Sleep in what you got on." I say, not really giving a shit. "You don't have to be so mean to me, Quin, damn!" she yells loud as fuck. I ignore her as I roll a blunt. I need to smoke to calm my nerves.

Javier walks in. "I heard yelling. Wassup my nigga?" he asks Brooklyn, smiling wide at her. I shake my head at his friendly ass. He just met the bitch and already acting like he her hoe. Mane been all up in her face and shit and it's irritating.

"Hi, Javier. Can I sleep with you? He's making me sleep on the floor." she mumbles. "What you doing here anyways? You can sleep in there and tell me bout it if you want to." he offers. "Hell naw, nigga. She staying up in here. I'm supposed to be keeping my eye on her." I say. Both of them look at me crazy. "Whatever, bruh. Come to my room if you want to though." he says, then walks out.

"The fuck was that? I'm going in Javier's room." she says. "Naw, no you not. Here." I say, tossing her one of my shirts out my drawer. She grabs it. "Bottoms?" she asks. I dig through my drawer then grab a pair of Polo boxers I haven't worn yet. "This probably the only thing in my drawer that might stay on your waist." I say.

She follows me to the bathroom. "Towels in this cabinet. It's a spare toothbrush under the sink." I say, then walk out so she can do what she need to do. If she getting in my bed, I'll be damned if she get in that bitch smelling like a full day of struggles and shit.

I walk in Javier's roon. "Bruh, you ain't gotta be so trifling towards her." he says. "I ain't being trifling. I'm keeping it real with her. I don't even know her like that. Her parents locked up and she ain't got nowhere to go. The social worker was cool with her staying here tonight since she about to be eighteen." I explain.

"The hell they do?" he asks. "Her pops was really a drug dealing pimp and her momma shot his ass so they both in custody." I answer. "Damn. Bruh, the girl going through hell. You ain't gotta make it worse. What's her staying here gon' hurt?" he asks. "She a damn stranger." I say. Am I the only one who see that shit? "She harmless as fuck, my nigga. She cool too. Just talk to her." he says.

I frown a little. "You like her?" I ask. "I just met her but she cool as hell." he answers. I shake my head then walk out of his room. I walk back into my room then take my pants off. She gon' have to understand I sleep in my drawls and I ain't changing that shit. I take my shirt off then throw it in the hamper. I grab my blunt then light it.

I look towards the door as I smoke the last of this blunt. She just walked back in here with my shirt on. It looks like a dress to her. She hesitantly sits on my bed. I sit my blunt in the ash tray then look at her. "You stay on your side and imma stay on mine." I tell her. I'm much calmer and relaxed now that the weed kicked in.

She nods her head, pulling the covers back on the left side. She gets under them then starts staring at me. "What the fuck you staring at?" I ask. "You're such a grouch." she mumbles. "No I'm not. You just being a real ass creep just staring at me looking dumb as fuck." I say, pulling the cover back on my side.

I get under them then look at her. "What?" I ask. She sits up then wraps her arms around me tight. She damn near straddling me. My eyes widen. "Yo... what the hell you doing?" I ask, hugging her back. "Thank you so much for letting me stay here tonight." she says, crying on my shoulder. "I just need a hug." she adds. "Well, go get that shit somewhere else. Get off me." I demand, pushing her to her side of the bed.

"Why you gotta act like that?" she asks me. "Act like what? This my personality." I answer. She shakes her head, staring at me. "What?" I ask. "Apologize." she demands. I raise my eyebrow. "Man, take yo dumb ass to bed." I demand. Apologize my ass.

She rolls her eyes. "Even though you're an ass hole I'm really grateful for you right now." she says. "Show yo appreciation by popping that pussy on my dick." I say. I'm being dead serious. The least she can do is ride my dick.

"You ain't about to talk to me like that." she snaps. I ignore her then close my eyes. "I know you heard me." she says. I throw my middle finger up at her. She grabs it then tries to bend it.

I laugh a little. "I'm tired, mane. Why you bothering me?" I ask. She rolks her eyes. "I really need a hug." she says. I open my arms. She leans it. "Sike. Get yo ass back." I demand, pushing her down on her side of the bed.

"Oowee, fuck you." she says. I start laughing. "Go yo ass to bed." I demand. I get up then turn the light off. "Quin?" she mumbles as I get back in the bed. "What, Brooklyn? What do you want now?" I ask. "You got a teddy bear I can cuddle with? I don't sleep without one." she says, sounding embarrassed as hell.

I sigh. "Well, you gon' sleep without it tonight. You too old for that anyway." I say. I've never met anybody this annoying in my life. I close my eyes, trying to sleep. She pokes my arm. "Bruh, what do you want?" I snap on her. She scoots closer then lays her head on my arm. "Seriously... you're an ass wipe but I can't sleep without cuddling with something." she says.

I take a deep breath then wrap my arm around her, letting her lay her head on my chest. "If I hold you til' you go to sleep, will you please shut the fuck up and take your annoying ase to bed?" I ask. "Yup." she mumbles, yawning. I can't believe I'm in this shit right now. I really can't believe it.

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