One Loicchiato ,please!

17.05.2015

My father was in a state of shock ,so I shouted to him to go to my mother , to look what there was.

Someone ran out of my parents room, somone , who shouldn't be there, maybe a thief , Loïc jumped up and ran after.
With his angry eyes my dad looked at first at Loïc and then at me .
He came ,with loud steps, close to me , I was very afraid and closed my eyes.
Suddenly there was a crash , which resounded down the hall , in that moment my father wasn't important anymore.

I ran to door and watched for Loïc .

Loïc sat on a boy , who looked just a bit older then me -maybe 23 years old- and shouted to give him all the stolen things back.
I got in panic and wanted to call the police with my Smart-Watch.
But the strong boy -my boy -told me , that he had already done that.

Just a few minutes later the police had arrived .

A big , fat , blonde woman and a small , fat , blonde men.
They looked a bit strange , it seemed like the policeuniform wasn't so important in Belgium,because the uniforms looked old and like costumes of children for Helloween.

Loïc told them about the situation and said what the thief had stolen.
The blonde woman put him in handcuffs and the small men took him into custody.

As I heared the policecar drive away , I huged Loïc , my mother couldn't stay it and huged him too , but my dad didn't want to say 'thanks' or somethigelse .

My Mom told him to do , but his answer was "I don't want to say 'thanks' to somebody , who had popped my daughter last night."

I felt in a deep shock , my dad was so embarrassing....I hoped Loïc hadn't heared it (?)!