Bad Boys Interest

Living With Robinson

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I woke up in a hospital. Every time I take a breath my side would strike with pain. The nurse said that the cut wasn't deep enough to do major damage, but I did lose a lot of blood so I would have to rest a lot and avoid any physical activites. Before they could release me they said that the police wanted to talk to me. After I told them the story, they wanted to ask some questions.

"Has Mr. Monroe always been abusive towards you and your mother?" One of them asks. There are two of them and both seem too serious for my liking.

"My dad started to get aggressive after my mom died." I answered.

"Before today, did he know who Mr. Robinson was?" The other one asks.

"No, I dont think so."

"Do you know what your father does for a living?"

I shake my head no. "He never really told me anything. Is he... alright?"

"He is being treated for his injuries, and Mr. Robinson will not be charged since it was self defense. But after this, your father will face 6 years in prison for attempted murder and use of drugs."

Drugs? I don't know why that shocked me but it did. "Do you know what he does for a living?" I asked, suddenly curious. It took a moment for them to answer, but finally one of them said,

"Mr. Monroe was a drug dealer."

My eyes went wide. Drug dealer? My dads a drug dealer?

"Ms. Monroe, do you have any relatives or family friends you can stay with?"

I pretend to think about it, but I already knew the answer was no. No friends, no family. Oh god, they're going to put me in a foster home.

"That would be me." Someone answered. Both men turned around and I looked over at the door. Nick.

"Mr. Robinson. I didn't realize you and Ms. Monroe were close." One of them says.

"We are." He answers with confidence. The two cops turn back towards me, looking for approval. I look at Nick to see that he was already staring at me, nodding his head to say yes.

"I don't have any other relatives and Nick is my only friend" I respond. They both exchange looks and then nod.

"Very well then. We spoke to Mr. Robinson earlier and both your stories match. If you have any questions about your father please call me. Other then that, you are free to go." They handed me a card. Officer Bradley, it read.

"Thank you." I said. The officers left and the room got quiet. Nick was standing by the door watching me as I was standing by the hospital bed.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Me? I got hit. You got stabbed. I should be asking you that." He responds.

"I'm fine. The nurse said that I just have to take it easy." I look up and know that something is bothering him. "Whats wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing." he says as he runs a hand through his hair. He walks up to me and shoves his fists into his pocket. "I just... I thought that...I thought you weren't going to make it. The doctor wouldn't tell me what was going on and I had to wait hours for them to finally come out and tell me that your cut wasn't as bad as it could have been. I mean, why the hell couldn't they just say that in the first place? Why did they wait until after I paced up and down the halls for two hours having a panic attack to tell me what was going on. Two hours Juliette! Two fucking hours of not knowing if you were going to die or not!" He freaks out.