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11. Caught and Rescued

I dropped Isha to her place on the way back home. Before going back home I remembered what Isha had said, mum didn't really allowed me to ride this bike. Specially on busy roads. Now when she's not here and I don't know where Dad is, maybe I could move around a little.

With this thought in mind I reversed the bike and zoomed towards the market.

Something about roads mesmerize me incredibly.

The way the winds blow through my face and my hair flows along with it. The trees beside the roads get blurry as I sped up and I could see nothing in particular except the road. It makes me feel that I'm away from all the problems. Like I'm away from this cruel world.

It did make me feel like that.

Not for long though.

Because lost in my poetic world as I was, I had lost the count of the traffic signals I had broken and the speed limit I had exceeded, before a police stopped me and asked for my driving license.

Driving licence is a permit from an authority to own or use a bike or a car when you are eighteen or above.

And I'm bloody sixteen.

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"Sir, you don't get it! It was an emergency", I pleaded the police officer hastily thinking of a story that would fit my crime.

I had pulled over the bike and now I and the policeman stood at the side of a deserted road. It was nearly dark by now and I was peeking at my watch again and again wishing that dad doesn't arrive early at home today.

"What sort of emergency?", he asked. He was a fat, dark and middle aged officer, with a paan in his mouth, as he took out dad's contact number from my phone and began noting it down.

No, don't call him.

"He won't pick up the call." I gulped trying to take away my phone from the officer but he dodged it and eyed me.

"He's sick and I was going to buy medicines for him", I stuttered and cursed myself for thinking of the lamest excuse.

"Well at least he got to know", he said firmly and took out his phone to dial the number, but then he stopped and looked at me and smirked.

"Or I won't call him, but in return you have to do... A few things"

He eyed me as if he was observing his prey before attacking it.

His eyes slowly drifted towards my breast and then my legs. I wasn't wearing anything odd, just jeans and a T-shirt. And I knew how to handle my clothes very well, but the way he looked at me, as if he could see right through my clothes.

I felt incredibly disgusted because the way he had emphasised on the word 'things', I clearly knew what he meant. I didn't know what to do, I didn't had the money to pay the fine and neither did I had my phone in my hand to call someone who would help. I tried of thinking of running on my bike but then remembered that the policeman had already taken the keys.

I had folded my arms and was looking at the deserted roads. Earlier they had seemed the path of light and hope to me, and now i just looked at them wishing that someone would come to rescue me.

The policeman stood staring at me for a while. After he was sure that I'm not going to reply, he looked sideways to make sure that the road was really empty and took a step towards me and said, "You were riding at such a high speed. I hope you can ride my penis that well"