D A I S Y
I stood there arguing with the police officer at five in the morning, and I'm sure he was having a headache listening to me now. At least that's what his posture said. He was leaned back on his chair, his feet on his desk and his head on the chair rest, eyes half drooping. I had been at this for over an hour now, and I still wasn't done. At all.
"I am telling you, Sir, it was not our fault," I repeated myself for nth time, "Some thug low loon guys harass a girl, and it becomes their fault to fight back? What kind of a country are you from?"
"One better than America." He huffed, "And if you were being harassed, why weren't you the ones calling the police? Why did the men call us on you and complain about you beating them up for extra cash?"
I groaned. "Do you not hear how stup
