#24

“Hi I am James… I never knew she had a brother till today” I smiled at him crookedly
waving my hands so he could see me through the mirror.
“I am a happy she got herself in good hands”
“Sure, I am trying my best to take care of her,” I said bashfully.
“It is my… pleasure”
I am looking outside the car mirror to avoid eye contact because of the awkwardness.
“I know I haven’t been the best brother to her but at least I know that she’s happy
somewhere that’s what brings comfort to me the most”
Mark drove us back to the college gates.
He got down from the car and helped Emma out
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you”
I placed my hands over her shoulder And helped her back to her dorm room.
When we were coming up we looked at us so surprised by everyone that passed us
because of the blood stains on Emma’s dress. Some even offered to call an ambulance.
“It’s all right, I’ll be fine” trying not to draw attention to us.
“Let’s leave here fast, I don’t want any more questions”
We got to our room where I saw jazz laying on the bed. As she saw wounded Emma come
through the door in my arms. She shouted.
“What the fuck!…What happened to you guys? it looks like a train ran over you guys”
She ran to help me out and carry Emma to her bed.
“ ouch!…ouch!…ouch!…careful. I got hit by some shards of glass that shattered from a
gun shot through the window”
“Gunshot!… where the hell did you go Emma”
She hit me on the head immediately.
“Did you get her to do some illicit activities… I warned you if you hurt her I am coming for
you”
Bending trying to dodge her hits.
“It wasn’t my fault I just followed Emma… she said I should help out with something”. Now
I’m holding jazz’s hands from getting hurt by her punches.
She then stopped punching me and shifted the focus towards Emma.
“What is this Emma ? Why are you doing this to yourself ?”
“It was not my fault I had some unfinished business with my brother. He Said you needed
my help and that only put me in trouble”
She replied with a weird smile.
“All this doesn’t make sense to me, let me just get the first aid kits and treats you”
She rushed to the cupboard beside the bed trying to figure out where she put the first aid
kit.
“Where is that damn kit?”
Grunting and throwing a fit because she was upset at the situation at hand.
“Give me your hands I’m going to pour some alcohol on it and put on band-aids right now!”
She looks like a mother scolding a child for getting injured from playing too roughly. She
very well reminded me of my own mother and how she would flip if she even saw a drop of
blood come out of me. I was so relieved as long as I’m not the one getting in trouble. I
wouldn’t want to be in Emma’s shoes right now.
Well while Jazz was treating Emma’s wounds,
Emma fell asleep. I also fell asleep on the floor talking to jazz and Narrating The events of
the day. Jazz was so taken by the story I’m surprised at which Emma could go for her
family.
Although it was stupid decisions we made today boats there and then I knew I could do
Anything for someone I loved. I would tell the stories to our children if I do have children
with Emma.

“Look at me, what am I even thinking? I am placing my whole life on a girl I just met. Am I
stupid or is this love.” I Thought to myself. I was doing a lot of things that I was not able to
do a Year ago. She brought out the side of me that was crazy spontaneous and
adventurous. Our exam in my life so far and all the decisions I’ve made within just a few
months of meeting this girl.
I woke up in the most uncomfortable position. They helped Emma up and helped to the
shower since Jazz had gone for class. We had sex but this time is was very passionate. In
the shower as I washed her body. We fucked and had connections with each other’s
bodies it was like we were in perfect sync. Holding and kissing, rubbing and caressing. We
were definitely on a different frequency from normal. I was in love with Emma at this and I
wanted to be in her arms forever after that I said goodbye to Emma. I went to my dorm
room and daydreamed about the hot sex I just had with Emma.

While I was returning to my dorm after Ross was done I was visited by two policeman
desert
They said I should come to the station for questioning. I was so scared because I knew
that we were guilty because Emma had carried and exchanged some drugs for money
with the Drug dealers.
Hi I’m Jason, the inspector in this case. He shows me his badge. I was so tense and my
throat felt like it was closing. I was having a panic attack. My chest was very heavy and it
felt like the whole was coming down on me. I was so distraught.
“Could you kindly follow us to the station?” inspector Jason further asked. I picked up my
bag and followed them to the New York police department.The two police men escorted
me to the station and They put me in an empty room with a chair and table. They told me
that a detective would be here soon to come and attend to me. After waiting for about 15
minutes, a woman came in.
“Hello James I am detective Barnes” her voice was so calm and reassuring. I was silent for
about a minute or so.
“You don’t need to be scared of the police… The police are your friend. don’t worry you’re
not in any trouble. I just wanted to know why your wallet and ID was found at a crime
scene.”
Even though I was scared I still knew not to tell the police the truth because Emma would
find herself in trouble. So like every action or criminal movie. I plead the fifth.
“Please can I get a phone to call my lawyer” she left the room with a face so disappointed
that the questioning didn’t go as planned or In her favour.
“You have the right to a lawyer as this is your constitutional rights”
she said that mostly mumbled but could probably hear about half of what she said. I called
my mother. She called the lawyer to come bail me out. About an hour had passed. I was
still in the interrogation room. I probably dozed off in between that hour. The door opens,
a man with a suitcase Comes in and he says he’s my attorney. You will be Out in a
minute, don't you worry, they have not nothing on you. Yes, within a minute an officer
came into the room and told me I could leave. I got a call from my mother. And she was
pissed I was so scared to pick up the phone because I knew the amount of trouble I was
in. “Why did your wallet end up in a crime scene?” She kept shouting over the phone.