Chapter 4
259 Words
I glanced at the time on my phone.
I felt a knot of worry tighten in my stomach.
At this hour, who else but police officers would knock on a hotel door in the middle of the night?
"Who is it?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
The person outside quickly replied, "This is the police. We just received a report that someone is engaging in prostitution at this hotel, specifically in this room. We need you to open the door for an investigation."
My heart raced. 'What the hell?'
The police continued to knock loudly on the door.
To be cautious, I looked through the peephole before opening it. When I saw a uniformed officer standing there, I hurriedly opened the door.
As soon as I did, my mom rushed in and threw her arms around me.
"You i***t! How could you run away from home? Are you trying to give your dad and me a heart attack?"
Before my mom could finish her rant, my dad stepped in behind her and slapped me hard across the face.
I stood frozen, stunned.
A few police officers entered the room, carefully checking every corner before confirming that I was indeed alone.
Some hotel staff peeked from the doorway, curious about the commotion.
After assessing the room and watching my parents alternating between tears and scolding, the police began to piece things together.
"Is this a false report?" one officer asked, his expression becoming serious.
Making a false report was a serious offense that could result in detention.
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