"Because he deserved to be attacked."
"Deserved to be what? I can see you still have the audacity to speak after what you did to my beautiful face and my poor baby."
"Who did that first? Did you apologize when you called me a slut? Or when you assaulted me? Mr. Police Officer, this man over here assaulted me." I turned to face the officer, but the look he gave me made my skin crawl.
"Are you sure you're not the one who assaulted him? Because why would a man like him go for someone like you?" the other police officer added. "Keep dreaming , well all he needs is an apology. Why don't you just apologize, and I'll forget they already filed a police report on you today. I'll let you go."
"Apologize? For what? Never will I do such a thing, do whatever you want to do I don't care" I said with pride. Why should I apologize to a man who doesn't respect women?
"Oh, you won't apologize, right? You still acting like someone who doesn't have manners. Let's see how you survive in here."
The guy stood up and spoke to the officer.
"Confine her. I want her to sleep in the cell until she is bailed or tried for attempted murder."
He called his assistant.
"Taurus, take care of things here and meet me at the estate. My time is too precious to be wasted here. I can't risk a scandal or ruin my brand just because of her."
"Who will drive you, sir?" Taurus asked.
"I'll take a cab to the hospital and get this treated. I don't want to catch rabies. Don't bring the car back until she pays for the repairs. Leave it here at the station."
"Repairs? I thought you said she won't..."
"Shhh. I said not to talk. Just do what I asked you to do."
He walked out.
The funny thing was how the police officers were scared of him. They didn't question his words, didn't even ask his name. Everything felt like it was meant to stay confidential.
I was treated like trash. I'm used to that, but still, why would they look down on me just because of a mafia playboy like him? Or maybe even the police are afraid of gangsters?
I thought it was over, but the police officer still had more to say. He turned to his computer, tapped a few keys, and said,
"Ms. Ragnar?"
"Yes, Mr. Police Officer?"
"Do you have anybody you can call to come for you?"
"Not actually," I replied.
"How? Look, I'm trying to help you, but since you don't have anyone to call, there's nothing we can do."
"Wait..." I stammered. "Let me try calling someone I know. I hope she picks up."
I called my foster mother. She answered, and I handed the phone to the officer.
"Hello, is this Mrs. Ragnar?" the officer asked.
"Yes. Who are you, and why are you calling?" she replied.
"I'm calling from Maginar Police Station downtown."
"So what happened?"
"Ms. Hannah Ragnar is at the station, and this is the second report we've received today. Can you come and sign the report as her guardian?"
The first thing my mother did was hiss.
"What report? Let her rot in there. She deserves to be there. And please, don't ever call this number again. I have no business with her. What sort of audacity does she have to provide my number?"
She ended the call.
The police officer stared back at me.
"Even though you're old enough to bail yourself out, you'll still need someone to sign for you and unfortunately I can't do that for you."
"I have no one else, sir."
And just like that, my case became a forgotten one.