Forbidden Love [BxB]

Chapter 41

"I...I..." I fumbled over my words, completely at a loss for a proper response, knowing I was caught red-handed.

The older officer held eye contact with me as he stated firmly, "You need to come with us to the police station for further investigation, young man."

My eyes widened in disbelief at the sudden turn of events. "R-Right now?" I questioned, my mind struggling to comprehend the situation. "But I have class right now, and my... parents..."

The younger officer rose from his chair and responded, "We'll handle that." He then advanced straight toward me and demanded, "Let's go gather your belongings and leave."

I could feel my nerves getting the best of me as I looked at the man, my eyes darting back to the principal who remained eerily quiet. "I'm sorry, Sir, but this is all so unexpected... Why would I...?"

The older officer also stood up, grunting impatiently, "Damn, this kid's making too much noise." He stepped closer and said sternly, "Listen, you have no other option than to come with us, understood?"

A feeling of dread bubbled up inside me as my heart raced furiously. Lowering my gaze, I responded, my voice tinged with fear and anxiety, "Yes, Sir."

"Good." The older officer nodded as if satisfied with my response. He then gestured towards the door, indicating me to exit the room first. I took a deep breath and began taking little steps, my legs trembling with every step.

As I reached the door, I glanced back at the principal, hoping for some sort of supportive gesture or word, but all I received was a cold, indifferent look, which only added to my growing sense of dread.

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With the officers waiting in the corridor, I walked back into the classroom. As all eyes fell on me, I approached the teacher and informed him that I needed to leave school. He then gave a nod of approval, prompting me to proceed to my desk. I made my way to the desk to gather my belongings while Parsa's eyes were completely fixed on me, his expression solemn yet confused. He whispered as I picked up my books and stuffed them into my backpack, "What's going on?"

"The police have my photos," I murmured softly, slinging my backpack strap over my left shoulder.

Parsa's brow furrowed in shock as he grasped my right wrist. "The police?"

Feeling anxious, I gently withdrew my hand from his grip and said urgently, "We'll talk later. I need to go now."

Once I turned to leave, Parsa quickly rose from his chair, following me as he muttered angrily. "It must be that bastard's doing!"

The teacher, noticing Parsa's movement, sternly warned him, "Parsa, return to your seat!"

"I need to go with him," Parsa retorted firmly, refusing to halt his pursuit.

The teacher, visibly frustrated, grunted in annoyance. "You are not allowed to leave. Get back to your seat!"

I halted for a moment, glancing back at Parsa, and issued a firm order, "You can't come with me, so just listen to him!" With my knuckles turning white from the clenched fists, I turned away without sparing a backward glance and strode out of the classroom.

I'm in big trouble...

Can I get out of this?...

*****

I found myself in a dimly lit interrogation room, the walls painted a dull, oppressive gray. The air was thick with the smell of stale cigarette smoke, and a single flickering fluorescent light cast eerie shadows across the room. I sat in a cold, metal chair behind a heavy, scratched table, my hands trembling on my lap.