A Misunderstanding

When the heroin got chopped up on the table and she snorted a small line up her nose, Julie felt to be in her complete element. All her problems seemed to just drift away to another land, as she became engulfed in an orgasmic sensation. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as she ran her fingers through her long, dirty blond hair and slowly slumped herself back in the comfortable hotel room chair. She grinned as she watched her friends Amy and Melanie toast shots of liquor with her two black guy friends, and couldn't help but feel on top of the world. Amy and Melanie shared similar issues with Julie, yet still stayed pretty like her, which kept her clinging to them. She knew her guy black guy friends weren't really her friends, but she enjoyed partying with them when it was their treat.

The night seemed to be going as perfect as she could have ever wanted a warm, summer, Saturday night could go. She popped a blue dolphin ecstasy pill and chased it with a beer, and watched her female friends dance around the big double bed room to the music blaring from the alarm clock radio, as her two male friends rolled up more marijuana.

She heard a knock at the door through the music and got up to answer it. Her friends laughed at her as she slowly made her way to the door, trying not to stumble. She looked through the peephole, and grinned as she let another man in the room.

The tall, grungy looking white guy, who wore a big shiny, gold chain, hugged her when he came in the room. His expression straightened up when he saw the two black guys sitting on the beds rolling up marijuana. He pulled her to the side and showed her two bags of heroin and three bags of cocaine in his hand.

She took the bags from his hand and put a $50 bill in his empty hand.

He grinned at her and quickly left the room, as to not become too much of an interruption to them.

After she locked the latch on the door, she turned around to see one of the guys and Amy kissing intimately, and she bit her lip as she leaned up against the door. A feeling of completion and arousal drenched her subtly, as she slowly gathered herself off the door and walked over to them.

Four hours later, Julie, Amy, and Melanie were laughing hard as they walked along the city streets.

"I mean I'm messed up, but there was no way in hell I was really gonna do that guy with you." Julie confessed.

"Oh yes you would have. And I know all he was thinking was, 'one more line and I got her too!'" Amy exclaimed, as they all laugh hysterically.

"No I would not! I knew he didn't have enough money anyway for all that." Julie admitted.

Amy laughed at her and shook her head.

"So girls, my friend Tom said there's a party goin' on right now at his place, you wanna go?" Melanie suggested.

Julie and Amy looked at each other and start laughing hysterically, and Melanie looked at them confused and inquired, "What's so funny?"

"Oh come on, even if we say no, we all know you're just gonna leave us and go anyway." Julie said.

"Yeah, to your little pimp, Tom." Amy added, and she and Julie laughed at Melanie again.

"Don't say that! He's not my pimp... Not a 'real' one anyway." Melanie contested.

"Wait a minute, didn't you do his friend James?" Julie asked.

Melanie paused and Julie and Amy laughed hard at her again.

Brandon spots them from his car as he drove down the street and quickly pulled up to the curb where they were standing.

Amy and Melanie quickly straightened up and walk off from Julie as he jumped out the car in hast.

Brandon was a well built black guy with very dark skin already, but his head full of dread locks added even more intimidation to his stature. And his obvious state of anger did nothing for him but make him seem like an even bigger problem than anyone may have thought.

Julie straightened up and backed up against the metal gate of a closed store as he quickly walked towards her.

"Get your ass in the car now!" He said sharply, as he grabbed her by her arm and walked her to the passenger door.

She snatched her arm away as he opened the door.

He looked at her in fury, and grabbed her again, "Don't make me make a bigger scene out here then I already have. Now get in the damn car, now!"

She got in the car and he shut the door behind her.

He quickly walked around the car, got in, and pulled off in a screech.

They pulled up and he parked on the opposite side of the suburban, residential street.

Brandon got out while Julie stayed in the car nodding in a daze. He walked around to her side of the car and opened her door. "Wake up and get out."

She jumped at the sound of his loud, deep voice and slowly attempted to get out.

He snatched her out the car and she stumbled to her feet.

"What's your problem?"

"You're my problem, and you about to have a bigger problem! Where is it? I know you got it give it to me!"

"I don't have any!"

"Don't lie to me, give it me! I know you got some money on you, so give it to me!" He said as he felt his fist clenching up, and quickly slammed her up against the car.

She tried to snatch herself away from him.
"Give it the f--- up Jules!" He barked at her.

"No! Get off me, please!" She pleaded, while still in a partial daze.

"Don't make me break ya face out here! Give it up now!" He yelled, but tried to keep his voice down.

Officer Johnson leisurely turned a corner in his squad car as Detective Coppello rode in the passenger seat.

"I'm telling you bro, if you've ever had an 100% Italian woman, you'd think twice about going back to the sisters, I promise you!" Detective Coppello pleaded.

Officer Johnson looked over at him and laughed. "You're joking right? You can't be serious." He said as he looked over at the shorter Olive-toned man in disbelief. He'd had Italian women before, but didn't know what his fuss was about.

"What? Of course I'm serious." Detective Coppello said, as he looked back at the brown skinned, chiseled face man.

"Have you ever even had a black woman before?" Officer Johnson asked.
Detective Coppello thought and paused, then answered, "Well, not necessarily. But a lot of them have come on to me."

Officer Johnson chuckled, "Yeah, all that booty had you under pressure huh?"

"Aw what do you mean? Italian chicks got plenty ass to go around! That's what I'm used to anyway!" Detective Coppello exclaimed.

"Well why haven't you dealt with a sister before then?" Officer Johnson asked, as he looked over to watch Detective Coppello answer the question.

He looked back on the road as he turned another corner and saw Brandon and Julie on the street, as Detective Coppello answers his question.

"I mean in those days my fam-... What the hell is this?" Detective Coppello interrupts himself as he saw Brandon standing over Julie in the middle of the street.

Officer Johnson sped up and screeched to a stop when he approached them.

Brandon looked up at the officers getting out of the car and paused, then turned to run.

"Hey, hey! Get back here!" Officer Johnson yelled.

Detective Coppello fired a shot in the air and Brandon froze as he only got several feet away.

"Don't shoot! I'm not running don't shoot." Brandon said as he tried to stay calm.

Officer Johnson helped Julie off the ground as she gave a confused stare at Detective Coppello.

Detective Coppello put his gun back in his holster, and pulled out his cuffs, while rushed towards Brandon. He quickly put him to his knees and began cuffing him.

"Got caught beating ya little white girl in the middle of the street huh? Then tried to flee the scene? Not smart at all brotha, especially not in this state. You know what they do to woman beaters in jail, huh?" Detective Coppello said as he padded him down and checked his pockets.

Brandon looked up at him confused. "Officer, I think you've made a mistake here." Brandon said calmly.

"It's Detective kid, Detective. And I'm not blind, so I think you're the one that made the mistake here pal, get up."

Mr. and Mrs. Powell ran out of their front door with their robes on into the street.

"Whoa whoa, what the hell is going on here?" Mr. Powell asked.

"Sir I'm going to have to ask you to calm down first." Detective Coppello warned.

"I don't have to calm down! And it looks like you're breaking my sons arm! Get those cuffs off of him like that!" Mr. Powell demanded.

Mrs. Powell looked over at Julie and Julie put her head down in shame. Then she looked at Officer Johnson and started walking towards them. "Is she under arrest or something officer?"

"No ma'am, we actually helped her out before that young man put a number on her." He said as he looked down at Julie.

Mrs. Powell looked at Julie and said, "Julie, get over here."

"I'm sorry ma'am, but she has to come down to the station and make a statement first. You're welcome to follow if you'd like." Officer Johnson said as he watched her stare at Julie. "Ma'am is that you're son?" Officer Johnson asked.

"Yes he is, and-" She was cut off at the sound of Detective Coppello's loud voice.

"Sir I'm not going to tell you again to back off and calm down!"

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to? Do you know who I am? Take those damn cuffs off of my son immediately, or I'll have your badge by the end of this work week!" Mr. Powell demanded.

"I'm taking this man in. You're welcome to follow us to the station if you-"

"I don't need to follow you to the station because you aren't taking him anywhere, now give me my son!" Mr. Powell said cutting him off, as he quickly walked up on them.

Detective Coppello quickly pulled his gun on Mr. Powell. "Sir I'm going to charge you with obstruction of justice, now that's you're last warning!" He said as he aimed his pistol at Mr. Powell's nose.

"Don't shoot him!" Brandon pleaded.

"Shut up kid!" Detective Copello snapped.

"Detective, easy!" Officer Johnson said, and Detective Coppello glanced sharply at Officer Johnson. "Sir I'm gonna need you and your wife to go stand on the curb. I don't want to arrest you, but I will." Officer Johnson ordered.

Mr. Powell turned and glared at Detective Johnson. "Why you son of a-" He started as he reached to tighten the belt on his robe, and Detective Coppello shot him in the back of his right arm and spun him around. He hollered as he dropped to his knees in pain and grabbed his arm.

"No! Dad?!" Brandon hollered, as he tried to shake Detective Coppello off of him, but got dropped to his knees again.

Mrs. Powell gasped as she rushed over and knelt down next to her husband, scared to touch all the blood gushing from his arm.

"Ahh you bastard! That's your ass! You son of a bitch ahh! My arm!" Mr. Powell cried.

"Oh my God look at all this blood! I'm calling an ambulance, don't move!" Mrs. Powell said as she got up and ran to her house.

Julie looked down at Mr. Powell in a confused daze, then back at Detective Coppello as he slowly walked towards him on the ground, with his gun still drawn. She quickly grabbed Detective Johnson's gun from his unstrapped holster and shot Detective Coppello in his side, dropping him instantly.

A slow reacting Detective Johnson knocked the gun from her hands, took her to the ground and quickly cuffed her.

Brandon looked over at her blank face and dropped his head.

Three hours later, Brandon pulled up in the hospital parking lot in the passenger seat of his Spanish girlfriend Lexie's car as she parked up. Rob, a chubby white guy sat in the backseat quietly, as Lexie shut the car off.

"Babe, stay here 'til I find out what's goin' on okay? Then I'ma come back out for you." Brandon said.

"Okay papi." Lexie said, and he leaned over and kissed her, then turned back to look at Rob.

"Yo, you coming in right?"

"Yeah, I'll be in there in a minute B. I'm about to smoke a cig first." Rob said as he pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

"No doubt." Brandon said, then quickly got out the car and jogged to the hospital entrance.

They watched him as he walked in and hugged his mother.

"I can't believe this BS happened." Lexie said as she shook her head.

"Who you telling! I just thought it was B getting caught up for one of his traffic warrants again... well it was that too, but damn..." Rob paused, and continued, "I mean a black guy, standing over a white girl, in the middle of the street, in the 'burbs?" He chuckled at the thought as he lit his cigarette. "Bad sight for any cop to see."

"I just still can't believe they shot Mr. Powell though. I mean they didn't recognize him or anything? He works under the mayor! That cop is gonna fry." Lexie said.

"Yop." Rob agreed as he took a long drag from his cigarette, and thought aloud, "I know the Powell's are really starting to regret adopting Julie now. I mean she's my cousin and all, and it's sad how my aunt and uncle went out, but... her drug habits are tearing the Powell family apart, day by day." He paused, and continued, "Here this man is trying to save her life and take drugs from her when no one else will, and him and his father end up being the victims in the situation... Messed up world."

Lexie saw Brandon run out of the hospital entrance and stop.

"Yo come on y'all!" Brandon said, waving them in.

Lexie and Rob quickly got out of the car and rushed over towards Brandon as he stood at the entrance.

Brandon's cell phone rang and he looked at it, took a deep breath, and answered it, "Hey Professor O, how you doing?" He listened, and responded, "Thank you sir, I was worried that I didn't get it to you on time. I had a family emergency tonight." He listened as he watched Lexie and Rob approach him. "No everything seems okay now." He listened again and responded, "Yes, I'll be in class tomorrow evening." He listened patiently and responded, "Thank you sir, you as well... Bye." He hung up as Lexie and Rob stood in front of him, and he put his phone back in his pocket. "Lexie, did you put my bookbags in ya trunk?

"Yeah papi, I got 'em. Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he'll make it... But I don't know about the cop." Brandon said as he turned to walk in the hospital, and they follow behind him.