Chapter 3 – Gutta Barbie
Chapter
Three
GUTTA BARBIE
“Stop fucking manhandling me!” I snapped.
“This is the treatment that comes with killing one of ours.” His partner smirked. I looked at that bitch and rolled my eyes. I dared that hoe to try me if she wanted to, and I was gonna set this bitch off, cuffed and all.
“You can roll them, and I can swallow them,” her corny ass responded.
“Do it bitch. I dare you.” I called her bluff. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, hoe.”
“If you keep playing gangsta with me, I'm gonna make sure to charge you with resisting arrest,” he threatened as if that was supposed to scare me. That was the least of my worries, I was facing charges for murdering a police officer execution style. The newspapers and media were calling me a gangsta, a mob boss and other names. These cops were dickheads and I didn’t regret my decision to smoke their partner.
That was the exact reason I was in handcuffs now; they felt they could do whatever they wanted just because they wore a badge.
The badge made them bullies, but nobody was about to bully me.
I was going to keep popping my shit no matter how many times they threatened me with more charges.
I desperately tried sliding my wrist through the cuffs that were locked super tight, causing me anxiety.
The officer smiled at my frustration before grabbing me roughly by the arm once more and attempting to snatch me from his squad car.
I used my body to quickly slide to the other side, raising my feet.
I paused and let the officer know that I meant business,” If you use any more unnecessary force on me, you will trigger my body to defend, and my response will not be on me.
So I am going to ask you not to grab me by force.
I am not resisting.” I spoke in a clear tone.
The female officer laughed, but they both quickly got with the program.
“You're right,” the officer folded. “Please step out of the vehicle. Tiffany had briefed me on the way to communicate with officers that kept me safe legally. As much as I wanted to go straight hood on their asses I knew to follow the advice of my legal council.
I did as the officer said and stepped out.
The minute I did, he pushed me against the squad car and shoved my legs apart.
As he frisked me, he paused at my vagina section and began to roughly caress between my legs, immediately causing me to be extremely uncomfortable.
I could feel his hot breath against the back of my neck as he forced me closer against the vehicle.
I grunted in disgrace before swiftly turning around and kneeing him in his dick.
He bent over in agony, letting out a shriek so loud that multiple officers emerged from the station.
The entire department surrounded me as I was roughly wrestled to the ground and pinned against the concrete.
I stared wickedly at the officer as he continued rolling over in pain while holding his pelvic area.
“What happened?” One of the officers asked the arresting officer.
“That bitch attacked me!” He pointed his fingers.
The officer looked down at him holding his dick and screwed his face up with disgust. “Stop the nonsense. I know exactly what happened. This isn’t the first time, but it’s most definitely gonna be the last time.
I want you in my office and get her booked and fingerprinted.
” The sergeant spoke before nodding his head at me and walking back into the station.
It didn’t matter what I had really done; he was using my actions to justify his being a creep.
He felt that my charges gave him a free pass to do whatever he wanted to me, but I was innocent until proven guilty in the eyes of the law.
I looked at the officer once more as he walked away in shame and embarrassment.
I wanted to remember his face because no matter how long it took, he was going to pay for violating me as a woman.
If I wasn’t free to do it, then I was going to make sure that my man handled his ass.
With the help of my girls, I was able to flee the police and keep a low profile long enough for them to release my man and for me to be able to see him before I went in.
It was crazy how we had switched places, but I couldn’t allow that bitch Latoya to play with my man's freedom like that. It was the principle and the fact that if you stood for nothing, then you’ll fall for anything; it was about respect and loyalty.
Me deciding to not allow a hating ass hoe to play on my man's top.
It felt like, for the past two years, these haters were playing in our faces, taking everything that we stood for as a joke, and weren't trying to allow us to be great.
I was fed up with all the constant bullshit that was being thrown our way left and right.
We had taken losses from close friendships ending to the death of our loved ones, when was it ever going to be enough?
They sent their best, their sharpest, and yet I was still standing and had no intention of folding.
We had real beef in these streets, and that bitch Latoya wanted to play these kid games.
Nothing in me felt bad about the bitch losing her life.
She must've had a death wish the day she woke up and decided to come for mine, and I was the right bitch to honor her wishes.
I was happy to know that Wrizzle made plans to fight for custody of his son while I figured out my charges.
I waited patiently as the officer held my hand while taking my fingerprints.
I raised my middle finger during my mug shot, letting them know I gave zero fucks about their fallen comrade Fuck that bitch.
The male officer disapprovingly shook his head.
“We're gonna see how the judge feels about this,” he said as if I gave a fuck.
I rolled my eyes at his white, chubby ass.
“Breaking news just in: there was a drive-through shooting just not too long ago in Brooklyn, New York, at Sampson Funeral Home on Pitkin Ave. The shooting happened during the Home Going services of Ashanti Heirs, who was killed just weeks ago during a private funeral service. The police have so far reported a total of six deaths, a mixture of both male and female descent, or close friends of the deceased victim, Ashanti, and at least five others are in critical condition. What was supposed to be a home going for a beautiful soul who lost her life to gun violence has now turned into a full-blown war in broad daylight. So far, there are no leads, but investigators believe there were several witnesses and surveillance video that may explain what went down on this tragic morning. If you have any information, call the tip line.”
I listened as the newscaster spoke and instantly knew that was my family's beef. I prayed that whoever was hit wasn't from my side. I immediately began to get agitated; they needed to speed this process up so that I could make my one phone call. I needed to check on my family.
The booking process made my patience thin; they had me inside a dirty-ass jail cell that smelled like urine, and after five hours, I was still being denied a phone call, which only caused me to become more frustrated.
There were bloody dikes on their periods leaking all over the place and begging for pads.
Addicts were going through withdrawal, farting, shitting, and throwing up everywhere.
Every bitch had an attitude, including me.
The men were next door in another cell, screaming, banging, fighting, and raising hell.
The COs had nasty attitudes that were worse than the inmates, and they spoke as if there wasn't a doubt they couldn't be touched.
I tried my hardest to keep my composure, but this entire situation was making it hard.
Then this bitch in front of me was trying to test my patience even more, making it hard to stay calm and keep my composure.
I was tired, hungry, and in need of a shower.
I was worried about my family and knew that they were waiting by the phone, just as worried about me.
“Have you ever been incarcerated?” she asked, rolling her neck and popping her chewing gum while flipping through my paperwork with a pen.
“No,” I answered, giving her the same energy.
“Excuse me? You're gonna have to speak up!”
“You need an interpreter to help you do your job? I said no.” I repeated with an attitude.
“I can’t tell.” She spat back.
“I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean, but I can promise you that you can make any call and get anybody. I put money on it that I’m walking out of here untouched,” I assured her. I may not have looked like I was built for this, but trust and believe, I was daring a hoe to even try me.
“Yeah, we’ll see.” She finished before motioning for the male officer to escort me out.
I stopped in my tracks, looking her dead in the eyes, my voice stern and filled with menace. “I’m not known for making promises I don’t intend to keep,” I told her before walking out of the room.
I know how they ran their mouths in places like this.
They went out of their way to make people feel below them just to turn around and gossip about it.
When you walk on this side of those walls, it’s a completely different world.
It didn’t matter how sweet, kind, or pretty you were; to these COs, you were their punching bag.
I expected the male officer to treat me with aggression for popping shit at his coworker, but to my surprise, he was the total opposite.