[Good looks, good grades, and from a good family background. How did he turn out to be such an asshole?]
I let out a bitter smile, closed the group chat, and slipped my phone into my pocket.
At that moment, the door to the mediation room opened.
It was the female police officer.
When she saw me, she sighed softly.
“You… you… Are you alright?” she asked gently.
“I’m fine,” I replied.
“Thank you for protecting me.”
I was in miserable shape, yet I still forced myself to give her the brightest smile I could manage.
“This isn’t right,” she said, her voice tight. “They gave false testimony. But your parents and Valerie’s parents insist on settling privately, and they refuse to pursue what those street punks did.”
“I want to help you,” she continued quietly. “But there’s nothing I can do.”
As she spoke, her eyes slowly reddened.
She was righteous, kind, and beautiful.
“Maybe one day,” I said softly, “I’ll be the one helping you, Officer.”
Then I stood up and asked, “Could you give me your contact information?”
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Alright.”
She gave me her contact details and told me her name.
Officer Rachelle Pierce.