that would be enough || Lams

Felony

"I'm telling ya' lady there's nothing to complain about!" The police sneered as he took a bite of his donut "You said it yourself, this happens everytime the man comes home seeing his wife in that lingerie of hers, you've told us that a million times already! Aren't you used to it?"

The police annoyingly grips the telephone harder "Can't you just be thankful this only happens once every month? What!? The child is the problem now? Well! What do you want me to do?! Huh!?"

"Calm your tits lady, I had someone come see alright? He'll be there in a moment! Geez... Want me to get ya' a whole squadron too?" He laughed.

"Officer! Officer please listen!" John yelled for the fifth time, desperation lingering in his voice "We need your help! There's this woman a-and a child who are seeming suffering from abuse--"

"Hold on for a Goddamn minute will ya' kid? I-I'm negotiating here." He said before turning back at the phone and back at them again in sudden realization "Wait, does this domestic abuse happens to be at the squatters are not so far away here?"

George and John looked at each other before exclaiming "Yes!"

The police looked annoyed "For fuck's sake, leave it- That's normal, and kid- Didn't I tell you to drop the Goddamn subject?"

George looked absolutely pissed "I--"

"HELP! OH MY GOD HELP PLEASE!" A woman suddenly came gushing inside, and the woman was recognized to be the same woman who they assumed was Philip's father, and this realization made John and George's heart stop "I-It's my h-husband! I-I--"

"That's her!" George screamed "You gotta help her!"

"Oh for crying out loud!" The officer groaned before slamming the telephone back "C'mon then, let's go finish this shit."

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"You're a prostitute?" George gaped at her as they quickly walked through the hall of squatters.

"George! Don't say that! That's just rude!" John scolded him in surprise, smiling apologetically at the woman.

The woman smiled in return "It's fine.. Everyone knows that," She said as she removed her gloves "Even my husband."

"And he's okay with that?" George asked again "No, of course not."

George looked confused "Then why do you continue it?"

"Because it's the only way we could survive, without it- We would be dead by now... That's why I rarely come home nowadays, I'll only get beaten up."

"So you let Philip suffer instead?" George hissed, glaring at her.

The woman didn't respond, instead- She rushed towards the door and opened it.

And the scene that greeted them was too horrifying that no one could even utter a single word.

There inside, an officer was pressing a towel into Philip's father's chest, which was bleeding so quickly, blood oozing out of it and into the stone cold floor.

Philip in the corner of the room, to horrified to move. Tears streaming down his face as he trembled in fear.

And finally, a man stood not too far from the victims body, a bloody knife in his hand, but what shocked John the most is his identity.

"A-alexander...?" He whispered in fear.

Philip's mother was speechless. Then, she screamed.

"M-MURDERER!"