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”This is the police. Open up.” A man said behind the door.
Nathan could hear the chatter coming from the police radio as well.
Panicking, he quickly searched for the knife. After he found it, he rushed to the kitchen and left it there.
Bang!
The police kicked the door open.
They saw Karen lying in the living room unconscious and Nathan who was standing at the kitchen.
They immediately pulled out their handgun and pointed it at him.
”GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR AND PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!”
”Officers, it wasn't me! She tripped on her own!”
”GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR AND PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!”
Nathan immediately lay down on the floor and placed his hand behind his back.
One of the police officers approached Nathan and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
”Officers, please listen! My father is a police – Argh!!!”
The police officer yanked Nathan's arm so hard that it almost felt like it got dislocated when he was handcuffing him.
”You have the right to remain silent…” The police officer began reading to him his Miranda rights.
”Officer, I didn't do it! I'm innocent!”
***
The next day.
10:30 am.
A cell door was opened by a big and tall police officer.
”You, get your ass over here.”
The officer was calling Nathan who was sitting at one of the benches inside the group cell.
Nathan got up and went to the police.
As he stepped outside of the cell, the police shove him from the back.
”Move it!”
Nathan gritted his teeth. He clenched his fists and unclenched them.
All night he explained to the police officers that it was self-defense because she attacked him with a knife so he took the knife from her and pushed her away, causing her to trip and hit her head on the edge of the coffee table. He also told them about the source of their conflict and even showed them his bruise from the mug that was thrown at him.
However, given Nathan's physique compared to Karen's no one took him seriously. To them, he was nothing but a woman beater, a criminal.
They even teased him, ”You work out, right? What's the use of that body of yours if you can't you take a hit from a woman?”
”What are you waiting for? I said, move it!”
Nathan started walking brought him to a room.
Before the officer opened the door, he said, ”You're lucky that your father is a police officer. If I were your father, I would've let you rot in jail for raising a hand against a woman.”
When Nathan entered the room, he saw Nazul, his father, sitting on one of the chairs and between the chairs was a small table.
Nazul was in his late 40s. He sported a short haircut typical of police officers, clean-shaven, an average physique, and was 5'10” tall.
Whereas Nathan sported long hair, a goatee, a muscular physique but not as large as a bodybuilder, and stood 6ft tall.
'Ahh… My great father who I rarely get to see. This is gonna be interesting.'
”Sit.” His father commanded.
Nathan sat down.
”I'm really disappointed in you,” Nazul said with a stern voice.
”You're always disappointed in me,” Nathan replied with a flat tone.
Nazul didn't speak.
”What? You're not going to hit me? It's been a long time since we've bonded together. I miss it.”
Ever since Nathan entered college, his father stopped beating him so their interaction, that was already close to nonexistent to begin with, became even lesser.
”Do you know how bad the situation is? You're being charged for assault and they're also considering attempted murder,” Nazul said.
”If I told you it was self-defense, would you believe me?”
Nazul was silent.
Nathan snorted. ”Of course, you wouldn't.”
”I made a deal with Karen's parents and you're going to do it.”
Nathan just stared at him and didn't speak.
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In his head, there was no point in having a discussion with his father anyway. The way their discussion goes is basically like this: It was either his father's way or the highway.
”You're going to beg for forgiveness and leave Latif City. If not, a lawyer is going to come in and talk to you about the details.”
Nathan continued to be silent.
”Be thankful. The only reason why I was able to somehow convince Karen's parents not to press charges is because we're long-time neighbors. Now get up.”
Nazul got up and went outside of the room.
Nathan followed suit.
***
Nazul brought Nathan at a hospital.
They made their way to the room where Karen was admitted but didn't enter.
They waited outside until Karen's parents came out, leaving Karen and her younger sister inside.
Seeing Karen's parents, who were both in their late 40s, Nathan immediately opened his mouth.
”I'm–”
Pah!
Karen's mother slapped Nathan on the face.
Nathan didn't react. He suppressed his anger and wore an apologetic expression.
In Nathan's mind, although he pushed Karen away, it was self-defense. And plus, the source of the conflict were Karen and Vincent. He was the victim here!
He hated those traitors so much that he wished he could kill them. But after thinking about the law, he tossed the idea right away. As much as he hated them, he loved freedom more.
”I trusted you! I trusted you with my daughter, you animal!” Karen's mother cried out as her husband held her.
”Krishna, dear, please calm down,” Karen's father said.
”DON'T EVER GO NEAR MY DAUGHTER AGAIN! IF I SEE YOU NEAR HER, I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF!”
Her eyes were burning with hatred as she stared at Nathan.
'My father is here. Are you sure you want to say those things in the presence of a police officer? Oh wait, my father doesn't give a fuck about me. Silly me,' Nathan thought.