Serendipity: The Amazing Journey Of A Soulmate

51. Look after you

REEA

"Sign here," I say to the man sitting on the other side of the desk with his wrists handcuffed, "And once again at the bottom, with your full name." I instruct. He sighs and takes the pen resting on his left on the wooden surface and starts scribbling his name on the interrogation paper, not daring to even look me in the eye. I've caught this poor bastard while on a raid I did earlier in a nearby neighborhood. He was trying to force himself on a passerby. He saw her exiting a 7 eleven store where I suppose she was working, dragged her into a shady side street and tried taking advantage of her. I heard her screams from the other side of the street where I was leaning on my car smoking a cigarette and savoring a steamy coffee. The streets were completely empty when it all happened. Not a single soul walking the sidewalks, not a single leaf moving.

The moment I heard her cries and her begs for help I dropped my cup of coffee and fell into a sprint, following the piercing screams of the woman. She was either a very lucky lady or he was the unluckiest and most stupid rapist in this city, but thankfully I was there to stop whatever he was trying to do. When I saw him all over her, pinning her against the dirty wall of a building near a bunch of trash cans, using a paper knife to make her comply while ripping out her dress, I saw red in front of my eyes. If there is something I hate more than anything in this world is men who hurt women. Those who believe they are entitled to do so because they are the stronger species. Because they can. Those who feed on vulnerabilities to boost their egos. Seeing her crying and trying to fight him off of her, I lost it completely. I was upon him in seconds, pulling him from her. But instead of arresting him like any normal cop would do, I sank my fingers into his shoulders, threw him against the opposite wall where he landed with a thud, and started punching him in the face. The little bastard tried stabbing me with the little weapon he held tightly in his hand and he managed to scratch me a bit. But I made him eat dirt a second later with a few martial art moves.

Now he has a well deserved black eye and an ugly split on his lower lip that's still bleeding, the scarlet liquid dripping on his shirt and pants. He didn't dare cross me again, since I scared the living shit out of him earlier. I bet he believes I'm a crazy bitch and rightly so.After he finishes signing the papers, I put them in a file from my desk to be handed to the prosecution later. 

"You'll be going to a temporary detention center until your trial starts which should happen in the next few weeks. You have the right to a lawyer and if you can't afford one, you'll be given a designated one. These things will be sorted out at the detention center the following days," I inform him, not looking at him directly, but throwing him glances from time to time as I'm organizing the papers in my file. He doesn't say anything, but I sense his eyes on me. 

Just when he is about to get up from his chair, I bend over the desk and grabbing his collar in my fist, I whisper in his face "I hope you kept that paper knife. You'll need it where you're going. I bet you already know what they do in prison to rapists like you." I sneer, the implication clear enough in the tone of my voice. He swallows hard and I can sense his body trembling under my grip. Then smiling coldly, I release him and make a sign to a nearby officer who waits to escort him to the detention center. "Take him out of my face." I say, sitting up and heading to my office. The sudden move makes wince in pain, but I ignore it completely. Man, what a day!

As I'm walking on the corridor, gaining the same weird looks from my colleagues who see me like a freak for being alone all the time, I feel a wave of dizziness crashing into me, almost knocking me off my feet. I stop in the middle of the hallway, right in front of my office, shaking my head to regain my balance. It only lasts a few seconds before I feel another sting of pain in my left side that makes my sight blurry. The pain is so much that I can't stand so I lean on the wall near my office door. When I look down, the hand that I used to grab my hurting torso is full of blood, along with my dark blue blouse. Because of the adrenaline I didn't sense the pain until now and since my top was a color closer to black, I couldn't see the blood either. I pull the hem of my blouse and raise it up only to reveal a nasty cut, an open wound that keeps bleeding. That bastard must have cut me deeper than I thought. Shit!