My life's meaning |✔️

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Lauren Monique

The cop ended up taking me to the police station and left me in a holding cell.

"What happened to freedom of speech?" I ask myself

"Be quiet" a guard grunts

"Freedom of speech" flicking him off I tied my hair into a low ponytail. "mind your business"

"We should do another prisoner battle" the cop that brought me in chuckles biting his lip he points to me. "let her fight Shanquilla"

"I'm too pretty to fight" fake smiling I crossed my legs

"If you win you can leave and nothing will be on your record"

We both know you didn't put anything into the database yet nor did you take my mugshot or finger prints.

"Nah I'm good" shaking my head I frowned when he opened the cell pulling me out. "what the fuck you doing? Im not fighting no bitch for your entertainment, this ain't no game"

"Somebody go get Shanquilla!" the guard chuckles leading me to a huge open space at the back of the police station

"You really don't know who you're dealing with and it shows" chuckling bitterly I bit off my nails

A few minutes later two guards bring in a female that looks taller than Geovani and that's saying something because he's about 6'3.

"Do your thang Shanquilla"

"That's a man" I point out confused

Shanquilla wasted no time charging at me, blocking her hits I could tell she was tired, it looked like she hasn't slept in days, cuts were all over her arms and chin.

"Whatever they told you was a lie, it doesn't matter if you win or lose. They won't let you leave" she grunts putting me into a headlock

Leaning forward I flipped her over me, gasping I got up trying to catch my breath.

"Come on Shanquilla don't you want to go home? If you win this fight it'll be your twelfth win and you can leave" one of the cops smirks pushing me into her

"You said the same thing two months ago!"

"I gotta go home" punching Shanquilla dead in the face I continued until she fall backwards. "nothing personal, I got people depending on me and I can't do shit for them if I'm in here"

"I understand, I'm tired of fighting. Please kill me" she whispers as tears roll down her cheeks, her arms slumped to the floor.

She banged the back her own head repeatedly against the floor trying to make herself pass out.

One of the guards brought out two more females, both of them were built like bodybuilders and had bruises all over their arms and faces.

"Hell no! Fuck no, y'all said all I had to do was fight Shanquilla. I'm not fighting them man-ladies!" I shout getting off Shanquilla's unconscious body

"If you want to go home you'll do it"

"Can I get my one call first?" huffing I leaned against a nearby wall catching my breath

"Hurry up, if you say anything about this" he pause pointing to the females I'm supposed to fight. "I'm beating your ass and you'll never leave"

"You beating my ass? I'd love to see it" chuckling I went over to phone on the wall, dialing the one person I haven't spoken to in almost a year.

"Who the fuck calling me from the police station?" he chuckles

"Monique and I'm ready to cash in my favor" glancing at the cops behind me with their guns pointed at me.