I was such overpowered by this situation, i only stood there and stared at mom and dad. Someone in our neighbourhood watched our fight and called the police meanwhile. My dad came back to consciousness. Before he could do anything the police came to the scene. My dad said: "My douchebag of son came home drunken and beats my wife and me up. My nouse i think it is broken. He was catched stealing money 6 months ago. He is really on the wrong track. I donīt know what to do.
It was enough for the police officer. They said: "Hands in the air, boy"
I said: "No this is wrong". But the police officer ignores me and puts handcuffs around my wrist! But i donīt want to give in.
"My dad knocked my mom out"
The policeman responds: "Yes little criminal, and i am Julius Caesar. Come to our police car, the only place where you will stay tonight is a cell in youth jail"
I struggeld but it doesnīt help. They put me into their car and drove of to jail.
After the drive, they brought me to a small two bed cell.
When i sat down i thought: "Real shit, i am in jail. Nobody can protect me here. Here i am the good boy under the criminals.
And i am the skinny one. Shit my bro is right, i need muscles here. And friends. A gang would be alright. They can protect me. And i can work for them. But i have to work out. Hopefully my brother will notice that something is wrong. Maybe i will come and bring me out of this shit. Suddenly the cell door is opening.