Chapter 223
"Excuse me?" I begin.
"Is this your son, ma'am?" one asks my mom and she nods. She's frowning already. I don't know why, but I don't have a good feeling about this.
"Blake Dawson, you are under arrest. You're being charged with attempted murder," the second officer says.
"What?!" both dad and mom ask in unison as their jaws drop at the same time.
This is the moment I never saw coming. I never expected this to happen to me. The first officer takes a step forward and reaches out to grab my arm but my dad steps in the way.
"You're not taking my son anywhere without a warrant of arrest," dad says furiously.
The second officer takes out a document and hands it to dad, who reads it together with mom. On my side, my entire body feels frozen, and my heart is beating at a very rapid speed. My armpits have already began sweating. Is the room spinning?
I swallow dryly as dad stares at me and I wonder what he's thinking.
"I'm afraid your son is going to have to come with us to the station for questioning," says the first officer and the third one stands in front of me.
"Turn around and place your hands behind your back. Be aware that whatever you do or say can be used against you in a court of law," he says and forcefully pushes me to the wall, my jaw hits the wall, and he begins frisking my entire body.
"What are you doing? My son is harmless," mom says and I feel like she has no idea what kind of a monster she's been living with under the same roof.
The way his hands are running up and down my body makes me so angry. In seconds he handcuffs me.
"They're so tight, what's wrong with you?" I ask angrily and he pushes me outside the house.
"No, no, no! Don't take my son away, please. He's the only one I have. I swear, he's innocent. Don't do this to us, I beg you," mom yells as the officer drags me down the porch and as usual, the media guys are standing outside our gates. This is the second time such a thing is happening at my home and it's embarrassing.
When the officer pushes me harder, I become infuriated and I spit at him, my saliva landing on his right shoe.
"Leave me the fuck alone, you moron! I'm walking, can't you see? Fuck!" I yell at him and he only shakes his head. When we arrive at the gates and one officer makes way between the crowd of onlookers, up ahead, where the police cars are parked, I spot someone. Someone I never thought I'd ever see again. I can feel my blood run completely cold and something in my stomach overturns and I clench my fists and grit my teeth.
Then Kyrah's words ring in my head.
'A certain person says that he'll be coming for you, for what you did to me.'
"How is it even possible?" I whisper to myself.
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Scott's POV
I am leaning against a police car, watching as the policemen and Blake get past the crowd towards me.
He looks like he's seen a ghost. His eyes are bulging and his mouth is slightly open. He's in utter shock, that I can tell.
Then when he gets closer, I notice he's gritting his teeth and gnashing them. In between the crowd I can hear his parents yell his name as they try to find their way to where we are.
"You fucking asshole!" he yells and moves as if to make his way to me but the police hold him back.
"I guess dead men do tell tales, huh?" I chuckle and cross my arms on my chest as I watch his furious face become more red. Redder than the ripest tomato I've ever seen.
He tries to escape from the policemen's grip but he fails.
"Ah-ah! Whatever you do or say will be used against you in a court of law. So don't even think about doing anything stupid," I say and he spits to the ground. "Oh wait, you already did. You called an officer a moron so... Yeah. I have ears and eyes everywhere, Blake Dawson."
"Go to hell!" he barks.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not the one who's going to jail now, am I? It would have been better if I was the one who told you that. Prepare to lose the battle– oh, wait, you already lost," I say.
"Take him away," I tell the officers and they do as I say. The crowd is mostly composed of the media and they've surrounded Blake's parents. When they finally get to where I am, right before the police officers drive away, his dad speaks as his mom sobs loudly.
"Can someone tell me what's going on? I don't understand. Did my son do something to you? I can pay you. How much do you want? I'll write you a check, right now," he says and I end up snorting. These rich people always think that money is the solution to every problem. Well they are wrong.
"I don't need or want your money, sir. Whatever your son did, wasn't just 'something'. It was more than that and that's why I am pressing charges. I won't say anything else," I say and nod at him. Then I pat the police car, signaling the officers to drive away.
"Blake, we're coming for you, honey. I promise," Carla says. When I found out that she's his real mother, I was surprised. This is one fucked up family full of secrets and criminals.
The odd thing about this family is that, two people were arrested at the very same house. Who knows who's next. Their dad, maybe? I don't know.
As the police car disappears from sight, the media guys start swarming around me and I ignore them then enter Kye's car and we leave.
"It's finally done," Kye says.
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