COLD REVENGE'S
Part 2's. The Trap 1's
Compton, LA, fifteen years ago...
That's when the clouds started to cover my eyes. My light-filled life suddenly turned grey.
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"Mom?!" The noise woke me up half asleep. I rushed straight down.
"You can't just search the house without a search order?! What is this accusation, I've never been involved in anything crazy like this." Papa shouted to them. I saw our house filled with maybe a dozen people, some of them carrying long guns.
"We have. Whether or not it's involved, we'll prove it now." I saw the cop. I thought he was leading those who came here. "Start searching!"
Mama looks confused, Papa looks angry, the house is filled with people who move to all parts of the house.
"Mom, why do they search us for what they're looking for?"
"They said your father was a drug dealer. Now they're looking for drug evidence here."
"Daddy of drug dealers? How's that possible?!"
"Mom doesn't know. They must be wrong." Mom looked worried and I also touched, My father who is a lawyer can be said to be a drug dealer. That's too far-fetched.
"Ban*gsat whose game this is." Papa cursed with annoyance.
"John's? You mean someone's setting you up."
"Of course, you think it's possible they came here unplanned."
"Who?"
"The case I've been dealing with lately is against big businessmen. Even if it's a pro bono case (doing work without pay) I know they're having a hard time facing me."
"Then what are you gonna do?"
"I'll call my friend, ask for help, you wait here for a minute." I seem to be talking to someone. I can't hear it anymore.
"Fielding with Herron International."
"Herron International's..." I remember Herron International in my brain when I won't let go."
Papa came back shortly. And soon someone rushed back.
"Detective Cohen. You should see this." That fat-bellied detective. I remember once, there was no look of surprise on his face, instead he smiled as if he had been waiting for someone to report to him.
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"What did you find?! There's no way you can find anything. I'll see what you guys find!?"
"You really should see it." The chief detective immediately agreed, why is he so sure. He is in the investigation stage. My own father denied it, one more name I recorded. Detective Cohen.
I followed Mama and Papa who were walking after the detective. A wooden box was seen in the open. And those white powders.
"Cocain, this will be enough to keep you in jail for a very long time Mr. Johnson Hardy. Be prepared for your defense. Catch her!"
"Father! Papa! Let go of my Papa you set him up!" I screamed with all my might saying that.
"John, what should I do." Mama sees Papa handcuffed after Papa.
"There will be friends who will help me. You don't worry, I'll be right back, they can't hold me back on these false charges." Papa tried to convince Mama who had paled and almost cried.
"Father, come home quickly. That criminal won't catch Papa." I keep defending my hero who I believe is innocent. No one can beat my Papa I admire.
"Papa will be home soon, don't worry. Wait, Papa, be a good boy. Take care of your mama."
"Yes Papa." I promise to take care of Mama.
But what I don't know is, he's not coming home anymore. Forever.