Page 2 of Rhyot & Nyelle
“Driver! Step out with your hands where we can see them!”the police prompted, causing Rhyot to flex his jaw as he internally got his emotions in check before turning to prep Nyelle, taking her hand into his. He examined her face as he watched tears pool in her eyes.
“Don’t say nothing.”
He spoke firmly, feeling the weight of his words as they left his lips.
“I got you, Ny. When we get down to the station, they’re gonna try and trick you to get you to turn on me. Don’t believe anything they say to you, no matter what bullshit they throw your way. You invoke your right to remain silent and just keep repeating the same thing over and over, that you want to speak to a lawyer. I’m gonna get us out of this, that’s my word!”
“Rhyot I—” she stammered as she started to protest but he cut her off.
“What did I say? Let me handle it,” he emphasized while staring into her eyes. Needing her to understand the weight of his words, he cupped his hand under her chin and asked, “You trust me?”
She nodded slowly but as he searched her eyes he could see the unsurety and fear. It killed him. He needed her to be solid and prepared for what was to come. Whatever came his way he could handle.
With a nod he opened the door and stepped out with his hands raised high. The police rushed him. One officer tackled him to the ground, no prior warning. Rhyot’s body smacked against the pavement, his lip splitting on impact. A second officer pressed a knee into his back, forcing his face harder into the slightly wet concrete.
“Don’t fucking move! Stop resisting!”
“I’m not resisting, damn!” Rhyot growled as cold cuffs cut into his wrists. Then, what he heard next was enough to make his heart stop.
“Get off me! I’m not…let me go!”
Nyelle’s voice penetrated his ears, causing his heart to drop.
He tried to move but the knee in his back and the one pressed against his head had him pinned. “What the fuck, yo! Don’t fucking handle her like that; she’s a woman!” he spat with blood coming out of his mouth. However, his words fell on deaf ears as the cops ignored him while they continued with what they were doing.
He watched in anger and helplessness as the two officers dragged her out of the van. One twisted her arm behind her back, the other grabbing her by her hoodie, but she still tried to fight them off.
They slammed her against the hood of the cruiser. Her hair fell forward, slightly covering her face. Her legs buckled and they cuffed her like they did Rhyot.
He didn’t give a fuck how they mishandled him but he was ready to lay every last cop down for mishandling her.
As they raised him to his feet, they began to read his Miranda rights. However, his eyes never left Nyelle. They made eye contact briefly; their eyes communicating.
“Do you understand your rights as I read them to you, Mr. Battle?” the balding officer asked, slightly looking up at Rhyot with a smug grin on his face.
“Eat a dick… pig ass nigga!” Rhyot spat, some of the blood from his mouth getting on the officer’s boot before he was snatched away and put into the back of a squad car.
Chapter
Two
Nyelle had barely beenable to eat or sleep for two days. That was how long she’d been locked up, and honestly, she didn’t feel like she could tolerate it for another minute. But at this point what other choice did she really have? It was obvious that Chop nor any of her associates would be coming through to get her out. She hadn’t heard from Rhyot either and grew worried while wondering if he was okay. Last she had seen him, he was being roughed up by the police. To make matters worse, she was informed by her court appointed attorney that she was facing some serious time due to potential charges. The fact that this was her first adult offense did not matter.
To say she was scared was an understatement, she was terrified. In all of her years of hitting licks, she had never been arrested. To some degree she thought she was invisible, until shit got real. Nyelle was sure she and Rhyot’s names had made their rounds through the city. That was just how fast the news traveled in the Falls. Nyelle grew up having to fend for herself until she turned thirteen and crossed paths with Rhyot after he protected her from the neighborhood bully on the bus after school. Nyelle thought back to how she had been propositioned by Chop to join him in robbing. Rhy almost hit the fuckingceiling behind that but Ny reassured him that she could handle it. Now here she was, sitting behind bars.
Nyelle knew her mother didn’t give one fuck, just as long as the money kept rolling in. Her big sister Neeya, on the other hand, had warned her a long time ago to get out of the streets before something like this happened. However, Nyelle was running up a bag with her man and didn’t too much care for anyone’s opinion.
Robbing hadn’t been her plan but once she met and got with Chop, all of her common sense went out the window. She did everything within her power to appease him and that unfortunately included robbing and stealing. At first it was just a lick or two every once in a while, but that quickly turned into a way of life just to keep up with her hood rich lifestyle. Nyelle had a nigga she loved and money at her fingertips. She just hoped that he pulled through and got her out of this.
“Collins!” a female correctional officer called out, causing Nyelle’s head to perk up at the mention of her last name.
“Yeah?” she responded, shooting to her feet and trekking toward the steel metal door.
“You got court this morning. Come on and stick your hands through the slot,” the officer ordered with a stank attitude as she pulled her cuffs out. Nyelle took the lady’s features in. She wasn’t too much to look at and her attitude topped it off.
“For what? Where am I going?” Nyelle returned the energy of the officer and stood with her arms folded across her chest in defiance.
“Court. Now hurry up and do what I just said or I can leave your ass in here.” The officer shrugged like she didn’t give a fuck either way.
