Interrogation?

A warning. Shit.

I check the back of the paper. Nothing else.

This person thinks he can scare me? They think they have broken my wings because they attacked me? I bite my finger in frustration, how I wish I could reply this message. I dare them to do their bloody worse.

"fuckkkkk!" I yell into my fist feeling murderous.

I quickly dial Mal's number, swing he's the one I can talk to. He answers on the first ring.

"hey Tobs, what's up? How are you liking going back to work?" hearing his voice, I calm a bit.

"I received a letter."

A pause. "what letter? From whom?" he asks.

"from the person who ordered my attack."

"what?! What'd it say?"he growls.

I take in a deep breath before relating the content of the letter to him.

"a warning. They're trying to scare you." His voice sounds hard. "they want you to stop looking into this girl." He pauses, considering something. "do you want to stop?"

I scoff. "Over my dead body. I will stop at nothing to save that kid."

Mal hums his approval. "I guess we're tracing the right lead that's why they're agitated. Do you want to show this letter to the police?"

"no" I respond immediately. I don't care enough about their threat. There's no point running to them, or won't it be an evidence that what I reported is true? No. I don't think anything will change their mind or their opinion of me at this point. It's better for me to keep the letter a secret.

And how can they attack me anyway? Being at the wrong place was what made them succeed, there's no way I would be going to any shady places in the nearest future.

"okay. What ever happens, let me know okay? I love you"

Warmth fills me as I hear those sweet words. "I love you too."

Fuck those guys. I have the most perfect man ever proclaiming love to me. They can go shove their threats down their damn throats because I won't allow them to get to me.

I open the lowest drawer and after folding up the letter, I put it inside the drawer and lock it. Out of sight, out of mind.

On the way back from work, I got a call from my parents asking me to come over. I tried to refuse with the excuse that I was tired but my dad insisted that I came so I quickly diverted and now I'm at home.

A strange car is sitting on the parking lot. I check it out, but it doesn't seem familiar in anyway. Is it my sister? Did she get a new car? Although the car looks a little rough around the edge if I look at it really well. Nah, it's not my sister.

I shut my car and hurried inside.

"Good afternoon dad, good afternoon mom." I greet but my eyes are trained on the familiar policemen sitting on our couch.

"Tobi, how are you. Come sit down." Mom taps the vacant space beside her. I walk over and sit down next to her.

"my son, how are you?" my dad says to me from the other end of the couch.

"I'm alright dad." I point at the policemen. "what are they doing here?" I ask.

The familiar robust man is looking at me, I I ignore his gaze to focus on my mom.

It's is my dad who relied. "apparently, the criminals we've been looking for have been found."

"huh?" Oh. Mal really did release them. That crazy bastard. Only God knows what he threatened them with.

"Aren't you curious about how we found them?" the DPO asks looking curious.

"Oh yeah I am. How'd you find them?" I ask, feigning interest.

"they turned themselves in."

Of course they did. Either that or death. They did choose wisely.

"you don't seem shocked." The nosy officer says looking suspicious.

"I am shocked. I just have um.. problems expressing my emotions." I shrug. Why is this guy on my dick- eww, not on my dick. Fuck, I hate that phrase now.

"wow, I'm still shocked they turned themselves in. The prayers of daddy Oye were not in vain. He told me not to worry, that our God of justice would intervene." Hmmm. I suppose Mal is some kind of sexy god of justice if you look at it from my angle. God really does work in mysterious ways.

Tears of joy I think, fills mom's eyes as she turns to me. "You see, it's good to hold Christ firm."

I huff. "I suppose."

"how many were they?" My dad questions.

"two of them." The DPO looks deep in thought. "but I don't really think it's just two of them though. The level of damage your son suffered appears to be inflicted by more than two haggard looking men." He scratches his beard, contemplating. "and their appearance, it's puzzling. They look beat up. Like really beat up. When we questioned them about it-" he snaps his finger at the other policeman sitting beside him. "what did they say."

"They said they got in a fight" the man provides.

"Yes. A fight. I don't think they got in a fight." The DPO looks at me. "I think they were beat up but they refuse to say so. And I think the other guys they're in cohorts with have escaped." His stare intensifies. "how many did you say you feel attack you that day? Was it not four?"

I shrug, feigning nonchalance. "I could hardly even recall what happened that day. It might be two or even ten. The memory is blurry."

"blurry eh?" his expression hardens. "we only want to catch all who are responsible for your attack. We need you to try to remember as much as possible." He says, only able to hide his dislike of me to a minimum.

I find this so funny. The asshole hates that he has to do this. He hates that he has to find justice for little ole me.

My mom wipes her eyes, the action pulling me from the intense stare off. "such incidents are really hard to recall. It causes pain, considering the nature of the assault." My mom explains, unknowingly coming to my aid. My dad nods in support.

"yes. Tobi is such a strong young man. But even with how strong he is, I doubt such memories will be easy for him to remember."

"yes." I agree, already over the discussion. "if they confessed, then they better be prosecuted. "I smile sweetly at him. "isn't that the word?"

"They will be prosecuted, only after intense interrogation. We need to know the motive behind the attack."

I frown. "I already explained to you that they attacked me because of that kid." I said stonily. What the fuck is wrong with this guy.

"yes you did, but, considering the nature," his eyes drifts to my parents before falling back on me. " One can't help but wonder if it's a hate crime caused by your um sexual preference."

Silence.

"What would his sexual preference have to do with thugs attacking my son?" my dad turns to me. "son, is there anything you're into that could cause this? I mean, I don't want to know anything about how you fornicate but I need to know what this man is implying."

My heart stutter, the bastard has a fucking smile on his face. His finding this topic amusing while I'm almost shitting my pants. "uh… Um I don't understand either. I mean, I don't do anything out of the ordinary so why would my sexuality be the cause. They're just means perverted people." The last part came out angrily. Fuck this man for putting me in this position. This is not how I plan to come out to my parents.

"yes, but those ideas came from somewhere, is there anything you did that might cause them to do that to you?" he is toying with me at this point and I'm over it already.

"I said I didn't do anything to provoke them!" I shout. "why do you desperately what to admit I'm gay? I'm not gay okay? Maybe you're interested in me that's why you want me to admit I'm gay. Do you want me Mr. Policeman?" I sneer.