Cat

Officer Pervert

Rikard's Pov

The man was fast. Patting my butt, chest and crotch, since I was only wearing socks; white and blue boxers and a white t-shirt.

"Can I go to my sister now?" I asked when he was done.

He shook his head, "She'll come here when she's done."

"When are you guys done?" I asked, going to the fridge.

I took out two Dr. Peppers and handed him one.

"Thanks. We'll be done when we're finish sesrching."

I took a long sip.

"What're you looking for anyway?"

"Drugs. Illegal weapons. Bodies," he shrugged.

"Mr. Copper, I'm telling you now. All drugs you'll find here is my sister's birth control pills and some asprin."

He laughed, "Well, if it means anything to you, I believe you. You really seem like a good kid."

I beamed at him.

"And it's Baxter. Not Copper. But seriously, birth control on sixteen? That's kind of heavy don't you think?"

"Oh no, she doesn't do any of that stuff. Her period is just too much and it helps her a lot," I explained, he nodded.

There was a few moments of silence. Then an officer came in and sat down by the dining table.

"Anything?" asked Officer Baxter.

"Nope. Just some carving knives. But there's some wooden figurines on his desk, so it's harmless."

"I told you! Ha!" I said in triumph.

The younger officer laughed, "Hey calm down there, they're still going through the living room."

"McNeal still eith Catherine?" Asked Baxter.

"Yeah. But listen, I wouldn't trust McNeal with any female really," said the man.

Baxter took a sip of his soda, "How do you mean, Farrel?"

Officer Farrel leaned closer over the table and said, "Heard through some people reason McNeal got loaded at the fire department was he molested a girl of fourteen at that help centre. But 'parently his wife stayed 'cause she's a stay at home and was pregnant."

I jumped up, causing my Dr. Pepper to fall over.

"That man is in there with my innocent, gullible, little-freaking sister!" I almost shouted.

Baxter looked at me and then Officer Farrel.

"Rikard, that door. Her bedroom door. Does it open softly?" Baxter asked.

I nodded, "I installed some carpets in her room and around last year. She complained about her heels making too much noise when she was dressing up,"  I overexplained.

Officer Baxter nodded, showing me it was okay to be nervous.

After all, it would be my first time catching a bad guy.

***

The three of us stood in front of the white door of my little sister's room.

"Open the door," whispered Officer Nelson.

I did as he asked, as quitely as possible and rather slowly too.

Pride momentarily oozed out of me. I was proud of myself. Not for opening the door but for oiling them only a week before.

Like I said we should, I took my phone out and put my camera on. Then, I closed my eyes until either Officer Nelson or Officer Baxter tapped my shoulder.

I knew if my eyes were open, there'd be no video. I'd slaughter a man.

A big hand squeezed my shoulder. Officer Baxter.

I slowly opened my eyes, first only discreetly looking at what was before me.

Officer McNeal was still hovering over Cat. Who was pushed back onto her bed.Both her skinny wrists was held above her head by his larger hand.

His other hand was under her pink nightie, on her most private place. I remembered his full mouth, which was at that very moment making its mark on her thin neck.

Catherine's cheeks were stained with tears.

Bastard. He must've been aggressive with her.

She would not have cried unless he had, hence the fact she had no clue what sex even was.

She had never gotten "the talk" from Mama or Papa. Mama died when she was only nine and I was thirteen. Barely a teenager and I already had to care for my sister.

I dropped my phone just as both Officers said at the same time, "Back away from the girl, McNeal."

The blonde haired man froze in place. After a few seconds he turned around very slowly. Then he smiled.

"I'm going to jail now, aren't I?" Came his voice, no longer a morbid, I-am-better-than-you sound, but rather cheerful and full of eagerness.

Officer Baxter nodded, "Hands behind your back."

McNeal put his hands behind his back slowly. Baxter reaxhed forward and snapped two metal rings over his wrists. Handcuffs.

I looked past McNeal's full head of blonde curls and straight to Catherine.

While Officer Baxter pulled McNeal up from the bed and onto his two feet, Officer Nelson recited the rookie cop's rights.

"Hey, McNeal, know Miranda?" Nelson asked.

McNeal shook his head.

"Oh well, there's this poem about her. Goes like this: ' You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions.
Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future.
If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish.
If you decide to answer questions now without an attorney present, you will still have the right to stop answering at any time until you talk to an attorney.
Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you, are you willing to answer my questions without an attorney present?' Cute, right?"

I laughed. Not at that moment, but later. Not later that night, but a few years later, when the three of us, Baxter, Nelson, Catherine and I were sitting around a table with a few more officers.

okay well, this is sorta new to me, i dont really know how to write well, im more of a dark writer. more ghosts and murders but yeah the copper part got that for me cut out. the murders i mean. yeah ok bai

total words: 1025

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