It was the next day when I went to the police station. However, none of them believed me. They didn't even pay attention to the case that I was going to file. They said I don't have enough evidence and I was just wasting my energy hitting a huge wall.
Good society. No wonder we weren't as progressive as the other countries — we let influential people buy justice.
I left the station with a crushed heart. Now what? What am I gonna fuckin' do? I asked myself as I hopped on my motorbike. Before I started the motor, I fished out my phone out of my leather jacket and dialed Ruth's number. The constant ringing tightened my chest even harder.
Where are you, Ruth? I've been reaching out to you since last night but you wouldn't answer my call.
My stomach wanted to flip in anxiety. How am I go
