The officers walked in and stood on the other side of Michael.
Nicole sat in the chair by the bed and held his hand.
"Mr. Jackson, we've questioned your wife and was told we can't question your daughter. Now it's your turn and maybe you can help us with the search." The female officer said.
Michael nodded and squeezed Nicole's hand.
"Do you know the suspect?"
"I know who it was, but I can't remember." Michael said honestly.
"Can you tell us what happened?" The guy officer said this time.
"Um, he knocked on the door and hit me. I think he hit me again before running after my daughter, when he saw her." Michael told them. He closed his eyes and started talking again. "I ran after him and he hit her."
"That's why that is on her cheek?" The lady cop asked.
Michael nodded, but kept his eyes closed.
"Yes, after that we fought and I don't remember nothing else." He said and opened his eyes. "My head hurts." Michael stated, turning to Nicole.
She rubbed his cheek and blinked back her tears.
"Now, I must asked do you remember the person now?"
Nicole was about to say something until the door opened.
"Chad." Michael said and frowned.
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My Wife's Best Friend
أدب الهواةIs it wrong to like your wife's best friend? Written by thisdangerouschickk Co-Written by ShadyJaxon All Rights Reserved ® Copyrights ©