“I was in one room and Lainie was in another. I knew as soon as we got arrested they would try to separate us to see what our stories were. Up until about ten minutes ago, when I saw the pictures of our apartment, I had no clue what was up. I didn’t know whose blood that was splattered against the walls and on the floor until I heard one of the cops whisper the name, Amara. I knew then, we were fucked up. Really fucked up. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening to us. A female detective came in, lying a manila folder on the desk and propping her feet up on the cold, metal desk. I knew this was supposed to be a tactic to make it seem like shit was cool and relaxed. I’d seen plenty of First 48 to know what they were trying to do, but no matter what, I didn’t know shit, so I wasn’t goin’ say shit.
“My name is Detective Maia Underwood with the LAPD Detectives/Homicide Division UNIT, this is my partner Detective Gibson, we need to ask you a couple questions about the incident that happened in your apartment.” The female detective was a 5’7 latino woman. Dirty Blonde Hair. Her Terracotta skin was beaming under the lights. The male detective was a dark skinned rambo looking brotha, stood at 5’11 with dreadlocks placed in a bun, and an uncut beard. Dude looked like he benched press 225 and could straight fuck a man up for just looking at him the wrong way. But I had a feeling I would bare most of the brunt from the female detective than him.
“Aiden Long, is that your name?” “Yes” I said.
“Do you live at 7141 Santa Monica Blvd?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know Amara Jameson ?”
“Yes.”
“Did you have anything to do with her murder”
“No”.
“Where were you prior to the murder?” Gibson asks
“I was across town at a meeting with my brother. I run a talent agency on West Hollywood Drive.” I said.
“Your brothers name?” Gibson asks me.
“Markko.”
“Did you have any knowledge that she was coming to your apartment tonight?”
“No I didn’t know.”
“What about Lainie?”
“She may have.”
Underwood raised an eyebrow.
“How would she have gained entry to your apartment if you didn’t know she let herself in. Unless you were home.”
“The last time I saw Amara was on November 25th. We met at a cafe to talk about a few things. I wanted her to give back the key to the apartment. I guess she came by to drop it off.”
‘How come the keys weren’t with her at the cafe?”
“Iiiiiiii-I don’t know. We got to talking about other stuff and that’s it.”
“So you guys didn’t argue?”
“We did a little bit.”
“Then why did we find her blood in your apartment?” She scoots the envelope towards me. “I don’t know how her blood got in our apartment,” I said to her, “ I haven’t seen Amara in weeks. Neither has Lainie.”
“Aiden, one of you had to have been home to do this to her.” Underwood shoved the envelope closer to me. I opened up the envelope and took out the pictures. This was something out a slasher movie, blood on the table, the walls, our bed. Everything was dripping and covered with red. I pushed the folder off the table in shock. “Aiden, you can make this a lot easier on yourself if you just tell us the truth.” Detective Gibson says.“I am telling you the truth, I wasn’t at home when Amara was killed, It couldn’t have been me.” I said. “Do you have an alibi to corroborate you weren’t home at the time she was killed?” Underwood asked. “Since you are so smart, Detective, why don’t you tell me what my motive would be for killing her?” Detective Underwood had a smirk on her face when I spoke. “Why would anyone such as yourself have a problem keeping a woman?” Gibson interjects, “ I mean your a good looking guy. But that’s not what can keep somebody happy all the time. Maybe she got bored, Maybe she saw what you were really about and wanted to end the relationship you had going on between the two of yo. You invite her over and in the middle of the conversation you tell her not to tell your girlfriend, she refuses and that drove you over the edge. You got mad, shit happens.” Detective Gibson sneered. “Even if that was true, I didn’t kill her. We only knew each other for 4 weeks detective, somebody can’t develop feelings that quick.” I said. “Oh but you did Mr. Long. 4 weeks is enough for anyone to become attached to a person and then be driven to murder them in cold blood.” Detective Underwood said. Underwood was ready to slap the cuffs on me like I was already proven guilty of this crime.
All I wanted to know was what was going in the next room. Lainie better not say anything.
“There is a witness that places her at your home at 7:30. Amara walked in and then closed the door behind her. Then at about 7:40 one of your neighbors heard a scream. We were told by some of the them that there is a lot of screaming that comes from your apartment at night. You and her were having wild sex and you got violent with her.” “I never choked her!” I screamed.
“So hard that the blood was coming out of her mouth. She was going to tell that you assaulted her, to keep her quiet you picked up a knife and stabbed her to death. Aiden the jig is up! Tell us where her body is!” Underwood yelled. “GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE!” I screamed. This bitch was getting out of line, yeah interrogate me, but don’t be getting in my face. You haven’t proven me guilty of anything, Bitch. “Sit Down Mr. Long!” Gibson Yelled. I stared down Underwood & Gibson. “I said Sit the FUCK, down.” Underwood chimed in. I sat back down, but I was far from being done with this argument about what transpired back at my apartment. “STOP ACTING LIKE AN ANIMAL! There is a dead woman, and you and your girlfriend are the last people to see her alive. Either one of you tell us where you put her body, or you will be charged with murder.” “You know who did it Aiden, you just have to say her name.” Detective Gibson pressed. “Who? I know she ain’t say nothing.” “Are you referring to your girlfriend, or the woman you killed?”“You Bitch, I DIDN’T KILL HER!” I shouted. “Do you want to be tazed Mr. Long? Because I don’t have a problem with laying you out.” Underwood said while clutching her taser gun. “I’d love to see you try.” I uttered. Underwood lunged at me but Gibson grabbed her before she could shoot the taser. Keep your cool Aiden, this detective is not playing around. Can you blame me though? I was so frustrated with this whole thing, I don’t know how to act. A woman was killed in my apartment. My girlfriend and I are suspects, when neither of us were home to actually have killed her. “Brotha, I could understand why you couldn’t let a dime like that go. I saw a picture of her, she was fine.” “You trying to paint me out to be this bad person when I haven’t done any-”
“Flashback”
“I more than respected you, not only loved you, now you feeling some type of way because you wanna EAT PUSSY AGAIN! SAY IT TO MY FACE!! Because if you leave me for that Bitch, I promise you, it’s gonna be more than just a goodbye you will get from me.”
“I’m noticing your not talking about Lainies Involvement.” Underwood lit a cigarette. “Because there is nothing to say about Lainie.”You sure about that?” This nigga Gibson was really digging in deep for me to spill. Yeah Amara was fine, fuck she was Gorgeous. That’s not enough for me to kill anybody. Not nearly enough. If they knew what had happened these past three months they would think I had to be insane. Then everybody can finally say what they really thought about me. My family, anybody who ever doubted me could finally say “The Nigga lost It.” I shot Gibson a look. “Detective Gibson asked you a question Mr. Long. Is Lainie Involved in this?”
Looking into the double panes glass, all I could see was my shirt soaked from blood and sweat. My eyes trembled at the reflection that lie before me; they were cold and lifeless as I stared back at myself. Underwood and Gibsons voices fading over me into the background, I wondered what she was saying about me in that room. What was going on in the room next door? What was she saying? I was racking my brain to find the answer, everything was coming to me so fast, I could feel my heart race, my head pounding and pounding from Underwoods accusations. GODDAMNIT! LET ME FIND THE WORDS!! OH FUCK, WHY DID SHE DO THIS TO ME!?!?!?!? WHY DID SHE DO THIS!!
I balled my fist together on the table. My life was flashing right before my eyes, all for what?
I had a beautiful girlfriend before all of this who loved me, and I loved her, but there was no telling what was going on in that room. These last 3 months have been nothing but hell. I should’ve have loved her better, stronger because then this shit would have never happened. But you know what they say, some people do some crazy shit for love. But wasn’t I enough for her? Wasn’t I enough for you, Lainie Cross? Hell yeah I was! She was the one who switched it up, and turned it around like she was the Nigga, and I was the Bitch. Gettin’ angry and sayin’ shit she didn’t mean just to make me mad. I’ve taken the high road one too many times my nigga, and most times people would be happy about that, and get praise for this, but with praise, the bull shit followed.”
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