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my car – then it began to click in my mind. My anger boiled over. “What? I
saved her life!” I roared, coming at him but not being able to get anywhere
with the officer holding me back. I shot Eva-Marie a fiery glare, “You tell him
I saved you! You know I did!”
               
“I don’t know what happened! I don’t know!” She shrieked.
               
“Do not speak to her like that!” Her father pointed at me.
               
“She knows what fucking happened!” I shot back.
               
“Baby, are you alright? They’d found your robe in the water and your friends
had no idea where you’d gone!” Mr. Hutchinson searched his daughter’s face for
answers. He then turned to me and got in my face. “If I find out she has so
much as a bruise on her, I can surely promise that I will have you put
away for the rest of your life, boy!”
               
This black man referring to me as a ‘boy’ took me aback. That was it, I’d had
it. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”
               
“Okay. No more from you,” The officer behind me started yanking me toward the
police car pulling toward the scene.
               
She was looking at me with questioning eyes as her dad pulled her away toward
another car.
               
My eyes met hers and I sagged, done trying to defend myself to these rookies
and her father who had absolutely no idea what had gone on the night before. I
was angry with her for not speaking up, how drunk could she have been? Oh, if
they only knew it was nothing they even expected. I knew my father would handle
it once I was at the station. I ducked into the backseat and stared out the
window. Mr. Hutchinson handed both officers fairly large bills and nodded at
both of them.
               
“I told you already! She was drunk and she jumped – or fell – off the diving board, she wasn’t going to make it out so I went in after
her!” I yelled, my voice booming off the walls of the questioning room. I rose
out of my chair quickly and making it clatter to the floor. “Where the hell is
my fucking father? This is bullshit!”
               
“It’s alright David, they’re just rookies they didn’t know any better.” My
father, Warren O’Neil the Chief of Police walked in the room. He eyed the man
questioning me and smiled tightly. “I suppose none of you knew that David is in
fact my son. Due to the fact that Mr. Hutchinson has taken his daughter
straight to the hospital before pressing any charges, David is free to go.” My
father handed me a towel to wrap around my waist along with a neat pile of
clothes.
               
I cleaned myself up before exiting the room, not sure why he put me through the
embarrassment of getting dressed in front of the rookies. I smirked at the
questioning officer and sauntered coolly out of the room, as if he hadn’t just
seen me change. “Thanks, Pop.” I muttered once we were outside of the room.
               
“To my office. Now .” He growled as he guided me with his hand on my
back.
               
Settling into the seat in front of his desk, I watched as he sat in front of
me. There I was at twenty-four, still feeling like I was a teenager waiting for
my punishment.
               
“Four days…four days you’ve been here and you’ve managed to get under the skin
of one of the biggest business men in Chicago, son! I’m at a loss for words
right now; I mean do you know how much you risked putting our family name in
the line of fire? You’d better be glad no one has heard about this – because I
don’t know if I could save you from the town talk.” Warren leaned back in his
chair and crossed his ankle over his knee, looking at me expectantly.
               
I sighed and rubbed my hands over my face, knowing I messed up big time. “I
can’t express how sorry I am… it was just a big