Page 4 of This Is Law 2

“So, let me get this straight. Enlighten me if ever anything that I say is wrong. Feel free to jump in at any time and tell me that I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about.

Ya’ll held my son, emphasis on my son… my minor son here, held him in this interrogation room for over three hours, without counsel, and here I am, and you motha fuckas can’t even tell me what the charges are?

If you can’t tell me the charges, what fuckin charges did ya’ll read to him when cuffs were slapped on him, and he was brought out here? ” he asked. Again, no answer.

My pops looked around, sarcastically laughed, and he shook his head.

“Ya’ll just saved me the trouble. Congratulations to all of ya’ll.

Whole fuckin case just blown. Get somebody on the phone to bring a cake out here because this causes for a celebration.

Creed, get the fuck up, and let’s go!” my pops spat, and when he said it, detective Stevenson cleared his throat.

“Mr. Crawford?—”

“You about to tell me what my son being charged with?” he cut him off to ask. He didn’t answer.

“Exactly! So, don’t say shit to me. Creed, get the fuck up and let’s go!” he barked at me again, and I stood up from the chair that I was sitting in, and I slowly walked over to him.

In front of all these cops, and detectives, this nigga still put his hand on the back of my head, and he aggressively pushed me out of the room, as if he was trying to detach my head from my damn shoulders.

If I wasn’t so cocky, I would have lost my balance and fell face first, but I did everything in my might to not fall.

My pops had the whole precinct shook. As we were walking out, anyone that was here, they were just standing around, watching as he walked out like a mad man.

I was right next to him, and I looked into the eyes of a few people, and they looked at me with sympathetic eyes, as if they felt sorry for me because they knew that this nigga was going to fuck my ass up.

We made it over to the door, in which he aggressively pushed open, walked out first, and I caught it with my hand, so that I could walk out next. Because it was so late, the parking lot was dark, except for the floodlight that was buzzing out here, hanging on the metal pole.

As we were walking, I didn’t know what we were walking to.

I knew that he was fresh off a plane from New York, so I didn’t know if I should be looking around for one of his cars, or if he’d had a driver bring him out here.

My question was quickly answered when we approached a blacked-out Escalade that was parked in the back of the parking lot, and from where I stood, I could see that the lights were on, and that the truck was running, so he had to have gotten a driver to take him out here to get me.

I’m thinking this man was going to just get in the back seat and allow me to get into the back seat as well, but the second I reached the door, he tackled my ass.

The Amiri shirt that I had on, he jacked it up from the front, using so much might, that this nigga lifted me off my feet, and I lost my balance, falling back, and he didn’t care about that because he got down on the pavement with me, hand on my shirt still, looking at me like he wanted to knock the fuck out of me.

I saw the rage in his eyes. My eyes watered up because this nigga was scaring the shit out of me.

My pops was twice my size, and I knew that he could beat the shit out of a nigga if he had to, so in this moment, that’s what I thought he was going to do.

I never in my life been this afraid of shit, so when I felt something warm dripping down my legs, I could have started crying like a little bitch, seeing that I just pissed on myself.

“You fucked that girl?” his voice was just as aggressive with me as it had been with the detectives.

“N… No,” I stammered over my words, tears falling from my eyes, scared out of my wind.

“Why the fuck were you in her bedroom?” he wanted to know.

“She invited me up there. She told me that she had to go upstairs to use the bathroom, so she asked me to go up there with her. All this getting blown out of proportion,” my voice was cracking with each word that I spoke.

“Blown out of proportion? What the fuck you thought was going to happen when you got the bright idea to fuck around with the daughter of the cracka that you know I don’t get along with?

Do you not realize that if I wasn’t who I was, and if I didn’t know the law the way that I do, nigga, they would still have your black ass in there, trying to get your ass to talk, and admit to something that you didn’t even do?

That shit was stupid, Creed! Fuckin stupid, man!

” he shook my ass, pushed me down aggressively, as I was still on the pavement, and he stood up.

He walked away from me and went over to the front of the truck. As I stood up, with tears falling from my eyes, I watched him as he put his hands over his head, and he was watching me.

“I’m sorry, pops. I know what I did was dumb, and I’m sorry for that. I made one little hiccup?—”

“Ay bruh, don’t do that. If you about to try and justify the stupid shit that you did, you better off being quiet.

There’s nothing that you can say to me that’ll make the shit that you did tonight okay.

Then, you dragged your brother along with you to do that stupid ass shit,” he responded, and I nodded my head because he was right.

“I know that I’m in trouble, and probably going to get put on punishment, but don’t let Legend go down with me.

He didn’t want to go. He was trying to talk me out of it from the very beginning.

He never supported me talking to Vivian.

From day one, he was telling me that it was a bad idea.

I know for a fact that the only reason he went out with me tonight is because he was trying to be my protector.

He knew that whether he went or not, that I was going to go regardless, so him going was just him trying to look out for me,” I said, not wanting my brother to get in trouble with me as well.

My pops didn’t even say anything. He pretended that he didn’t even hear me. His hands were still on top of his head, and he was still staring at me. I made sure that I kept my distance because I knew that if I got any closer, that he was going to tackle my ass again.

You know that look that a lion has when they haven’t finished eating? Like, they stand there, just waiting for the predator to make just one small move, and if they did, they were going to attack? That’s how I felt he was looking at me.

“I expect these niggas out here to disrespect me. I feel like a lot of people can’t handle my personality.

Because I’m sure of myself, they take that as me being overly cocky, and for that, they don’t like me.

Those are the kind of people that I expect to disrespect me.

Not my sons. Not the two people in this world that I would literally give whatever to.

You standing before me in jeans that cost over a rack, with the matching shirt, and shoes that cost just as much.

I’ve spent thousands over the years just in personal training, so that you could be the best baseball player to come out of Miami.

It ain’t shit that I wouldn’t do for you, and Legend, so nigga, yeah, I feel some kind of way.

You gone have to give me ten feet because I want to nut the fuck up so bad on you, and beat the shit out of you, but it’s not even worth the shit that I’m going to lose,” he released.

Not only did I hear anger in his voice, but I heard the sadness.

I really hurt him with the shit that I did tonight, and that’s what made me feel bad.

Everything that he said was right, though.

My pops made life easier for Legend and I.

We were overly spoiled and didn’t want for anything.

All he asked is that we did good in school, remained respectful to him, and our mom, and kept our heads on straight.

He told us that if we did those things, that everything would fall in line, and we could always get whatever we wanted out of him.

Seeing that I’d hurt him the way that I did, it caused more tears to fall from my eyes.

He walked away, and he went for the passenger side door, opened it, and he got in.

I opened the back door, and I was surprised that my mama was sitting back here too.

Her ass had to be pissed with me because I’m pretty sure that she saw his crazy ass tackle me, and she didn’t even try to get out, and help a nigga out.

She would usually come to my aide when I had to feel my pops wraith, but she didn’t.

I shook my head, and I removed my shirt that I was wearing, and I sat it down in the chair.

I was embarrassed as fuck that I’d pissed on myself.

I was just in my wife beater, and jeans now.

The whole time I was sitting down, I could feel my mom’s eyes on me, but she didn’t say shit. Her silence spoke volumes though. She was disappointed.

I hopped in the seat, put my seatbelt on, and I hung my head low in shame. The driver eventually pulled out, and the car ride was a quiet one. I wanted to speak up, and ask where Legend was, but I was too afraid to even say anything, so I didn’t.

We had been driving for about fifteen minutes, and the silence from my mama was killing me, so I turned to look at her.

“Ma, say something. Curse me out or something,” I pleaded, never thinking that I would see the day where I willingly wanted her to snap on me.

When she got in that zone, where she started nagging, and snapping on me, and my brother, the shit was annoying as fuck, and I’m always ready for the torture to be over with.

In this moment though, I swear I would take it over the silence.

“Creed, not right now,” was all she said to me, and I dropped it, leaving her alone.