What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

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The cop scoffed. "What'd you do now, huh? You're damn lucky you got to walk away last time, and now you're back in here. Runs in the blood, yeah?" 

Emory's eyes snapped up to the officer. "What'd you say? Don't fucking talk about my family, Pattinson. You don't know shit. I'm not in here because of something I did," He responded, narrowing his eyes as well as he leaned forward.

Pattinson crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head as he kept his eyes directly on Emory. "Like I believe that." 

"Stop being a fucking dick and just--" Emory's sentence was cut short by a firm hand coming down across his face. 

His head snapped to the side, and his hand instinctively went up to touch the place where he had been struck. "Did you just fucking hit me?" He rhetorically asked, rubbing the corner of his mouth where blood was slightly falling from.

"You watch your mouth when you're talking to an officer, Rosewood," Pattinson brusquely stated, returning his hand to his side as he took a small step back. 

Emory stood up and took a step inward, his hands going into fists. 

"You gonna hit one now, too? How would that look on your record? You'd be back in a cell in an instant." 

Pausing, Emory unclenched his fists as he glared at Pattinson. As much as Emory wanted to knock a few of the cop's teeth out, he didn't like the thought of being imprisoned. So hesitantly, he sat back down and placed a hand over his mouth. 

"That's what I thought. Now, how about you explain why you're here? With manners." Pattinson stated, grinning slightly as Emory lowered himself back to the couch. 

"I brought this girl here. Seven-year-old, her name's Adeline. Her father was abusive, and I caught him hitting her, so I took her here. I'm looking to--" 

"You sure it wasn't you who hit her? You tryna cover it up, Rosewood?" The cop asked sternly, cocking his head to the side as he leaned against the desk behind him, eyes still locked onto Emory, watching his every movement. 

Emory deliberately exhaled slowly, trying to keep his composure. "Her father was abusive, don't talk shit right now." 

"I'll talk all the shit I want, boy. And if you try to say anything back to me, I'll hit you until you learn your place." The officer threatened, putting his hands in his pockets. 

Emory rolled his eyes, and immediately, Pattinson stood up off of the desk and walked over to Emory, stopping in front of him as he roughly grabbed the back of his hair, yanking his head up and forcing eye contact. "You watch your attitude too." 

Deciding between retaliating or not was hard. It was in his nature to hit first or strike back, but it was different when the law was involved. He had seen what prison life was like, and he had heard stories of it. It wasn't somewhere he wanted to end up. 

He slowly breathed out before nodding slightly despite the pain from the movement of his head. Glaring up at Pattinson through his brows, he finally responded with, "Watch your hands, and I'll watch my mouth."  

Pattinson scoffed, chuckling slightly as he raised his free hand in front of Emory's face. "This hand?" He asked before sharply slapping Emory across the face again. 

His head jerked to the side, but the grip on his hair tightened as well, so now he had a headache, and the side of his face ached. 

Emory groaned slightly as his eyes traveled back to Pattinson. "Hit me all you want, but I need the girl to be safe, so do your fucking job." He paused. "Please." 

Pattinson glared down at Emory for a few more seconds before releasing his grip, stepping back, and sighing. "Where'd you find her?" 

"In the alleyway near Tresca. He slapped her across the face," Emory paused for a second. "Pretty similar to what you did to me, actually."