Choosing The Right Path

18)☀ Justice ☀

⚠ Language & Sensitive Content

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✴ A Z L A N ✴

"Go!" I yelled at her.

This one was a tough son of a bitch. He held on to my left arm, trying to twist it. I grabbed the collar of his cheap shirt and pushed his head straight into the brick wall. I did this several times before letting go of his collar. I stepped back to admire my work. His shirt was ripped and blood poured down his right temple. He also had a nose bleed and sat against the brick wall, holding onto his right shoulder that took a few blows from me ramming him into the wall. I had to admit, he looked much more attractive now that his face was hidden in his own blood. I walked over to him and pulled his hair so that he had no choice other than to look up at me. "Don't you try and fuck with another woman again. Go hurt someone your own size dick. Oh, enjoy rotting in prison." I took pictures of the beaten up wusses and called the police, who arrived at the scene in seconds. I tried walk off but was stopped by one of the police officers. She wanted me to give a statement and said that I would have to go with her to the station.

"Ma'am, these apes tried to kidnap my friends. Two girls. One of them was already unconcious when I got here so I told the concious one, Aamirah, to take her and leave. I need to find them."

"We'll search for them together. Did they have cell phones? Try phoning one of them. They should still be together so the concious girl, Aamirah, right?" I nodded, "She can answer her friend's phone if we can't get through to hers."

I listened to the officer's instructions and dialled Aamirah first.

She answered. "Hello?"

"Aamirah, it's Azlan. Where are you?"

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A shopkeeper by the name of Rosa Alvarez helped Aamirah. She was a middle-aged woman with a kind heart. She allowed Raeesa to lie down in her beauty parlour which could be found in Marion Street. When the officer and I arrived at Roslyn's Beauty Parlour, Aamirah was in tears and Rosa was trying to comfort her. I felt bad but why the hell were those two in this part of town in the first place?

"Aamirah Omar, I'm Officer Bleakly. I'm gonna need you to come with me to the station for a statement... Here, I'll take your friend. There's no need to be scared now, alright?"

Inside Officer Bleakly's vehicle, we sat in silence in the back seat. I felt more like a criminal than a hero, being driven around by a cop. It was late; 6h15pm. Raeesa was still unconcious. "Don't worry, kids. Your parents will have to fetch you from the station at this rate. I can't drive you all the way back to Seaview. I've got to get home myself. You could just give a statment tomorrow."

"Ma'am, my guardians are out of town. Azlan and I live together for now... Could we just catch a bus?"

Officer Bleakly was silent but spoke after a bit of thinking. "Azlan, where are your parents?"

"Don't stress too much over me, Officer. Aamirah and I can go home together. It's just... Raeesa that we're concerned about." To be honest, I was really just glad that Aamirah was alright but if anything did happen to her friend, whose name I just happened to learn today, I would never have forgiven myself for it. I still didn't know what the hell these two were doing in Seaview Heights in such a dodgy street. I didn't want to ask Aamirah while Officer Bleakly was with us. That would just make her feel intimidated.

We got off the car and followed Officer Bleakly into the station. A woman sat at the front desk and men ambled around behind her. They were all uniformed. Their heads shot up when they heard us enter. Officer Bleakly and the woman at the front desk exhanged a few words. Aamirah and I sat on either side of Raeesa, to keep her sitting up straight. It was a tight squash.