CHAPTER 48

We squeezed ourselves into the police van. I in between both men.

I was not surprised by the inconvenience I felt for I expected it.

In fact what surprised me was that the van looked a little bit new. I expected it to be a randy old police truck.

The police officer smelt weird like sweat and alcohol just like the car.

I made a mental note to bathe with enough detol if possible Hypo when I get home.

On the other hand Scar smelt so nice but I stopped myself from thinking about his smell or the warmth that emanated from his body.

The contrast between the both men at my side caused my head to spin and a tiny head ache set in.

When we reached the police station we were immediately ushered into the DPO 'S office.

It was the first time I was entering a police station and it was just like In the movies.

Old and tiny.

The police men who sat at the reception table or whatever they called it wore a frown on their faces when they saw us come in, as if we were Criminals.

'Later they will say police is your friend'. I thought rolling my eyes

I greeted them and they answered begrudgingly. They were probably both of the same age_ maybe in their early forties, they both looked alike.

The only difference between the two police officers was that whilst one was short, the other was very tall. The rest features they had in common. Body built, chocolate complexion and the rest.

The police man who led us to the Dpo's office knocked twice on the door and we were asked to come in by a very tiny voice. I almost thought that the voice belonged to a woman but with the prevailing state of patriarchy in Nigeria I knew that the possibility of having a female Dpo was very low.

Like I predicted the voice belonged to a man. I was amused and almost freaked out hearing a man have such a tiny voice.

The police man saluted the DPO and walked out, following the signal giving to him by his boss.

The Dpo's office looked like something that was built decades ago. The floor was cracked, and the walls were dilapidated.

The wall was painted yellow, but the paints were almost all peeled out. Their was only a table, and three chairs in the office.

The governor and the presidents picture frame hung up on the wall and the Nigerian flag of green white green was by the side of his chair.

The table looked like it could use a carpenter and a secretary with how unkempt and rough it looked.

I wanted to leave immediately.

"Good morning miss." The DPO greeted. "Please take a sit."

"Good morning Sir." I replied, stopping myself from laughing out. His voice sounded so weird.

"So what is your name?" He asked watching me intently. His eyes stopped at my chest_but it was for a split second. I could have missed it if I was not watching him closely.

"Mirabel Chizitere Chinedu." I replied smiling. "But you can call me Mira."

The DPO looked to be in his early fifties but he still had this youthful look. He was kind of handsome, this old handsomeness kind of thing.

Albeit how accepting he was of me I had the feeling that he could not be trusted. I hated being suspicious of everything but that was just how my mind worked.

"Mira." He repeated after me, tasting my name. Then he looked up at scar. "Sir can you please wait outside."

"No I want to stay here with her after all I witnessed everything that happened. I was the one who saved her so I want to be here." Scar insisted, speaking almost immediately in a calm voice.

"I am not sure if Mira_here_ would be comfortable with a stranger being present when a sensitive case like hers is being thrashed." He said, now looking at me.

He was probably expecting me to say that I was not going to be comfortable with a stranger being present to listen to my case. But, I didn't trust him around me and right now Scar was my guardian angel.

Plus, the pleading look Scar gave to me completely weakened me, stopping me from asking him to leave even if I wanted to do so.

I was torn between them both.

"He can stay." I blurted out. " He's the reason I am here after all if not for him I would probably be with that cocksucker now." I shivered at the mere thought of being with Ken.

From the corner of my eyes I could see scar smile, smiling made him look less scary.

The DPO did not look pleased, but I didn't care that much. Scar saved me and he deserved to be with me.

"Or you just want him around." A voice sang in my head but I quickly quieted it.