Page 2 of Right Next Door
And Lacie was pinning her theft to feed her meth habit all on Misty.
Which worked out just fine for Ms. Junie and Officer Prickhead, because that fit perfectly into their mental narrative of the evil witch girl from the wrong side of the tracks.
It was disgusting and infuriating and justnauseating. Misty had never felt more alone than she did in this moment. Locked in a tiny room, cuffed to a table, not a single person in this world who even cared to hear what she had to say, much less was willing to believe it.
Lacie had two distinct advantages over Misty. First: she was a cute little white girl that looked completely innocent. The meth addiction had made her lose enough weight that she was now skinny and pretty but wasn’t yet so bad that she was skeletal and toothless. She fit more into their idea of what a nice, small-town girl should be.
And second, Lacie was the niece of the local mayor. Her uncle definitely knew about her habit, but he helped her cover it up. He did whatever it took to save face, without actually addressing or fixing the rot in his family tree. Connections alone meant that Lacie was automatically innocent until proven guilty.
Meanwhile, the goth black girl was guilty ofsomething, no matter what. Even if they were capable proving her innocence, why bother? She was definitely not worth saving.
Misty had been sleeping at home, enjoying her morning off from the hair salon she worked at – the only one that serviced her hair type in the entire area – when the cops, led by Officer Prickhead, came rushing in. They’d locked her up, accused her of thievery, and dragged her back here all without so much as a ‘hey, can we talk to you’.
Misty had finally pieced together what was happening through conversations she heard while she was being booked, and the snide remarks people made as they brought and left her here. No one was telling her about anything directly. She wasn’t important enough to deserve that. And it was basically a given that she did it, so why treat her with basic decency? If she wanted to be treated like a person, she shouldn’t be a criminal.
Misty had been sitting here for six hours now. She had to pee, she hadn’t eaten since last night, and she couldn’t even fully process the betrayal or the sheer injustice going on or even the weight of knowing she was totally alone in this world without a single friend, because her most immediate problem was theundisguised lust in Officer Prickhead’s gaze as he stared at her, quite obviously adjusting himself as he did so. Still working the pen that probably was the same size as his pathetic little dick.
She might be the black girl with a witchy vibe and that was absolutely unforgivable in a small town. But she still had a pussy, a big pair of tits, and a living body – and a man didn’t need anything more than that.
“Now, Misty,” he started, taking a moment to admire her boobs as they rested, heavy, on the table. She couldn’t even pull back far enough to keep it from happening. She could only glare, hating him for getting an eyeful of what wasn’t his, hoping against reality that he couldn’t see her piercings. “You’ve always been a such good little girl.”
“I swear to god, Prickett-”
“Ah, ah, ah,” he cut her off with a chuckle. “Careful what you say. Iaman officer of the law. You wouldn’t want to add more charges, would you?”
“You and I both know that this dinky ass little station doesn’t have functioning cameras.”
“Exactly.” He laughed, holding out his hands. “That means it’s the word of a respected, beloved police officer against the goth whore everyone suspects of witchcraft who stole from a darling pillar of the community. Who do you think a jury of ourpeersis going to side with?”
“You fucking-…” Helpless rage stole the rest of her sentence as Misty glared, hating that she knew he was right. Not about her stealing, but about what everyone would think.
“But you know, I’m not a cruel man,” he continued, leaning in over the table, a flash of excitement flaring in his eyes. “As you said, those cameras don’t work. We don’t have the budget forthat. Which means, you have a very special opportunity here to… convince me of your innocence.”
Misty glared at him, clenching her teeth so hard she was afraid they might break. He didn’t need her permission to continue.
“You know, you’ve grown into alovelyyoung woman,” he said, eyes roaming down her body. “You’ve been sexy since those tits of yours came in. I’ve often wondered what it would be like to test them out for myself.”
She sneered. “Which is interesting, because I got my tits in middle school,officer. And you’re, what? Ten years older than me? Fifteen?”
He shrugged, standing, coming around the table to stand beside her chair. Pinning her in. Misty couldn’t stop herself from pulling back, but she also couldn’t go anywhere. Not locked to the table as she was.
“I hear whores get their bodies sooner,” he chuckled. “Can’t blame a man for appreciating it. And you’re certainly not underage now. No, not at all. You’re all woman now.”
She snarled, wondering if she should just bite him. She’d definitely get an assaulting a police officer charge for that, regardless of what she claimed against him. But she’d rather go to prison for some shit shediddo than let his disgusting cock anywhere near her.
“I think we can come to an agreement here,” he said, putting a hand on the wall, leaning over her. The bulge in his pants right in her face. “What do you say, Misty? You let me play with that sexy little body of yours, and in return, I tell Ms. Junie that she got the wrong girl.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m sure there’s someone you don’t like in that neighborhood of yours,” he continued, reaching for her, laughing when she jerkedback so hard she hit the wall, the cuffs pulling painfully against her wrists. “What do you say? You let me fuck you, and I make this all go away. That’s a fair agreement, wouldn’t you say?”
“Die, pig,” she spat through her teeth. “You touch me, and I’ll break your hands.”
He laughed, breathing fast as he stared at her body. “Now, now, Misty. Let me re-phrase myself. This is going to happen. You might as well get something out of it, right?”
“I’ll scream.”
“And no one will come,” he laughed, grabbing her hair in his fist, making her cry out in pain as he pulled up. “Because you’re nothing here, Misty. No one will believe you over me. And if you make a fuss, I’m just going to let the others have a turn. I’m not the only one who wondered what that fat ass would feel like against their dick. So, you might as well make it good for me alone, or I’ll open the door and call the boys in here. After I take my turn, of course.”
