70. Emara Bad-D Stone

**Emara Stone**

“COPS! They are coming.”
And the chaos unleashes itself in its most erratic way.
Police siren flares in the areas and like a stampede of violent ants, people jump on each other to climb out of the situation.
Ana’s hand digs into my arm as she pulls me down from my prince’s black chariot and drags me away from the panicking crowd. The yellow truck was first to leave with the man in white pants, followed by series of expensive cars exiting the area.
“Moe. Let’s go.” Ana yells at her friend who is hiding at the tyre of his car. “Ana, we got a problem here.” He says sheepishly while I jump in the air to see if Ryan and Dakota are still fighting.
“What problem?” She yells above the police siren as it gets closer and louder. “I think I lost my keys.” He says innocently like Pikachu says pika-pika.
“WHAT?” Ana screams in shock and starts to look around the ground desperately. “Where did you lose it?” I also look around, but other than the agitated crowd, my eyes couldn’t find Ryan.
“I think we should find my keys at the fighting spot coz I remember I threw at them excitedly coz I didn’t have money.” *So it was him!*
“What the fuck, Moe!” Ana growls, losing her cool persona. I see a brief look of panic in her eyes and I lift my eyes to the turbulence in front of me.
Red and blue lights flare in the sky. Cars are moving and people are rushing everywhere like rats in piss to exit the scene. *And then I see him.*
Among the chaos, unfazed by the stampede, I gasp as I see a man walking towards us with a pissed off face. *Dad!*
. . .
*Fuck me dead!*
It’s midnight. And I can’t believe I am sitting at the police station with Ana and Moe beside me for interrogation of a crime we don’t remember doing it.
If I am dreaming. This is the right time to wake to up now.
I fidget my fingers nervously as I clench and unclench my fist like kneading a pizza dough. I am dead. Dead as a dodo. Dead like dinosaurs. My late grandma.
Today I realized, I do not need alcohol to make bad decisions. In fact, I am a product of bad decision. *Emara Bad-D Stone.*
I stare at the gated security of the floor and realize it is tighter than my asshole. “You guys have IDs on you?” The man in the police uniform asks us with a serious face as if we painted Gay on his Ilamas.
“No, why?” Moe asks him out of curiosity. *This dickless coco!*
The police man pulls out a notepad and asks, “Name?”
“Moe Lester.”
The cop looks up, his eyes gravely look at him as if not believing his ears. His eyes then gaze towards us in question and we nod silently. “Would you spell it for me?”
“ M-O-E L-E-X-T-E-R.”
My mouth opens and closes in shock. I can’t believe we were pronouncing his name wrong all this time. And he never corrected us!
“Address?”
“That I don’t know. I am not from here.” Moe says while blinking innocently.
“Where do you live then?” The cop asks itching his eyebrow up in curiosity.
“Everywhere. I travel all the time.” He says with pride, as if discussing his business plan.
“So you are homeless?”
“Yeah! But I have a car.” Moe flexes in front of the police officer and I slowly hide my face in my palms. This stupid ball of cotton candy!
“Do you know your height and weight?” Officer asks after shaking his head. If he keeps on going, I think Moe will turn him into a crazy banana like him.
“It’s kind of personal. And I get offended with that question.”
“Stand up.” The cop sternly orders. Moe instantly gets on his legs, hardly reaching to the cop’s chin. “5’5.” Officer says as he notes down on his notepad.
“5’6 actually. I got an inch more. Girls like tall guys, right?” Moe passes a smooth smile as his high-as-heaven eyes wink at us. This father of all motherfuckers!
The cop walks away with our details and we sit in the waiting room with others while waiting for our doom. My heart pumps in my throat nervously and I look at my bestfriend who is silent since the police ride.
Ana’s jaw line sharpens prominently as she grits her teeth anxiously. Currently, she kinda looks like a patient in need of some therapy.
“I am sorry, Ana.” I share my remorse feeling of being caught by my father and his soldiers red handed.
“Sorry? You are a fucking idiot, Emara!” She snaps at me. I jerk back with surprise as I get taken back by my besfriend forever calling me an idiot. “What?”
“Do you know how severe this situation is getting? We are sitting in a police station. An inquiry will be done against us for being involved in this goddamn case.”
“I am sorry, I-I dragged you into this.” I try to calm her down as her legs begin to shake uncontrollably. “Do you have any idea how badly this will affect our academic records?”
“Don’t worry, my dad won’t do any such thing.” I assure her.
“For God’s sake, Emara. Grow up! Your dad is a police officer. If he really meant to keep us clean, he would have never brought us here to the police headquarter for interrogation. Our names will be held in their records forever.”
“Because it’s where my dad works. Relax!” I clench on her knee that keeps on shaking like a broken washing machine. She seems really terrified and I feel worse for dragging her to the fight ground with me.
“We should have never gone there.” Ana shakes her head in distress. “I should have kicked your ass when you were just into riding his disco stick without seeing the truth.”
“What truth?” I ask her, joining my eyebrows.
“C’mon! How blind are you to not see that Ryan was just playing with you all this time?” Ana bombards me with her Nagasaki size bombs. “He fucked you coz he was in stress and you were the easiest girl he could get.”
*Holymotherofuglyduckings!*
I gasp loudly after hearing the biggest blasphemy against my name. Moe Lexter watches us interestingly, as if he never saw girls fighting before in a police station. “I am not easy.” I hiss at Ana.
“Really, Emara? You have been doing easily whatever he asked you to do. Like his little bitch!” She snarls while pointing her red painted nail at me.
“Because he has my book.” I yell, throwing my hands in agitation. *I can’t fucking believe this!*
The door opens and a tall brooding man with a dead serious face walks in. His angry eyes go through the skull of people until they stop at mine. “Emara. Come here.”