"Wait a minute," Get It Right slowed his pace. "Let me talk to you in private."
"In one of those teacher's classroom. It's important."
"Take these off," he said shaking his wrist.
"About all I can charge you with is causing a disturbance, thief and harassment." Ebony removed the handcuffs. Get It Right lead her into the school to the first classroom that had its door open. The two entered. Self portraits of students hung from the ceiling. Blank canvas were stocked upright along the back wall. Eight tables were in the center of the classroom with colored pencils, bottle paint, and paint brushes.
Ebony's eyed the chair nearest to the door. She gave off no sound and folded into a fetal position. Get It Right had kicked her vagina. Leaving her with the feeling of the first day of her menstrual cycle. She stood up and jumped around to relieve the pain.
"I came in here to talk," Ebony said, squatting. "To hear your side." Humor him to find who he works for that he can assault a cop without consequences.
"Why the handcuffs?" he said, massaging his wrists.
"Just for show." Ebony smiled, clenching her teeth.
"You want a shot at the team that runs the block."
"No, unless its for two."
"What are you saying two dollar cop?"
"I'm saying that my brother would be getting married soon,"she paused. The lied was to wheel him in. "He owes child support also."
"How much would he need?"
"At least about a grand a week."
"That's no problem," he said pulling his belt off his pants. Raising his hand over his head, he whipped the belt across Ebony's arm cutting and stinging her skin. He grappled her, hot urine drenched her pants. She threw punches at him when he hurled her into the art table.
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