I N C U L P A T E
verb [in-kuhl-peyt]
To involve in a charge; incriminate.
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THUD! THUD!
"Ma'am if you do not let us in we will be forced to break this door down!" The officer yelled, continuously knocking with his fist. You looked around in panic, unable to determine how to react correctly.
"I-I told you that we have done nothing wrong! Leave us alone, you have the wrong household," You responded at the top of your lungs and-
CRASH!
The door broke in and the officer stepped inside, his boots stomping on the wooden floor. You jumped in fright, backing away as he gripped his baton tightly in his hand with the intentions of attacking.
"Where is Mr Robbie Turner?" The officer questioned and you gulped.
"I-I... Don't know-"
"Withholding information from a police officer in an investigation is against the law Ma'am," He lets out a long exasperated breath then reaches into his coat pocket to take out an envelope, "This is an arrest warrant for Mr Turner."
He shoves passed you and starts searching the house for Robbie. You ripped the envelope open and started reading the contents of the letter which stated that your brother Robbie had stolen a box full of rare crop from a neighbouring farm owned by the Bateses, who were going to be contributing the produce for the annual town fare. On top of that, it stated that Robbie even slaughtered three of their pigs in the middle of the night to get back at them for having disputes over land ownership.
You furrowed your eyebrows in disbelief. Sure, your brother was known for his devious actions and mischief around the town ever since he was a child but... all this stated in the warrant was beyond shocking for you to read.
You denied it, it couldn't be true.
"Officer, this cannot be-"
CLANG! THUMP!
You jerked at the loud noise coming from Robbie's room. "Robbie?" You called out and stepped ahead when the Officer rushed out holding Robbie's hands behind his back. You gasped in right at the sight, moving back towards the wall to avoid any further conflict.
"I did no such thing, PLEASE BELIEVE ME!" Robbie cried out, looking at you with hopelessness as he was pushed out of the house.
Your mind was telling you to chase after the officer, but your body wouldn't let you move. You were frozen on the spot, incapable of making the slightest of changes in your posture.
As the stomping footsteps grew softer, you watched as Robbie was dragged across the dirt road and into a small black police car.
YOU ARE READING
𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺
Fanfic❝You can tell a whole story with just one word❞ -- (James McAvoy imagines) -- "It's impossible to spend one hour in James McAvoy's company without being humbled by his brain." -- Giles Foden, ...
