CHAPTER FOUR

Inside The Coliseum

That night, I was so high on drugs, at the same time so drunk in so much alcohol that I felt like my head is starting to pop out. I went home feeling so bad and thinking that what happened earlier that afternoon was somewhat not really good at all. In fact, guilt is actually killing me already. I never felt that way before. It was so horrible that I actually couldn’t sleep that night. I was wearing my boxers, a sleeveless shirt, and a pair of sleepers before I went to bed, until something happened. Something I never expected happened.

Someone knocked on the door. It was very late that night and we weren’t expecting any visitors at all. My aunt was already fast asleep and only I and my uncle had kept awake for quite some time. My uncle opened the door and he saw two cops waiting outside, talking politely to him, looking for somebody, I think. I went out of my room to check it out, and when the two cops immediately saw me, they asked for my name. I gave them mine and then they started talking about a warrant of arrest and they want to invite me at the station for a few questioning. I started to panic and told my uncle that I never want to come, but the two cops were very, very persistent. I went along with my uncle by my side, while my aunt, who has a very complicated heart failure, is fast asleep.

At the station, the two cops were questioning me regarding the incident that afternoon. They found out that there was one man who died in a gang war. They said that he was hit by something hard at the back of his head. The hit never created any flesh wound, causing to have blood clots in the brain of the victim, resulting to his death. They said there were some people who saw us drinking at the scene before it happened, and they eventually identified us for we were already popular at the said place. I was stunned and I didn’t know what to do, so all I said was I don’t know anything about it.

They have me stayed at a cell for the night until everything clears out and they want to make sure I will not escape. After all, I AM still wanted for murder. I will only be cleared if someone paid for my bail. Since it was late night already, my uncle could not get any money. So, I was forced to stay at a cell.

After going inside, I then realized that most of the people inside were actually looking at my legs, my skin, almost my whole body. I actually have a white complexion and I am still wearing my boxers and my sleeveless shirt. Some people would try to grab my ass, while some whistle like they want to have me… sexually. I was so frightened that I started screaming to my uncle for help, that I don’t want to be left there. Then, at the minute I started crying, someone approached me, a 50-year old guy, who at first, I thought wants to have a piece of me too. But then he started telling me that everything will be alright, and he will protect me. He said that he was charged with multiple crimes; murder, rape, and arson. He will be staying in jail for the rest of his life and he doesn’t want the same thing to happen to me. He said that I still have a future to look forward to, only if I will make the best out of the present. He’s the first one to tell me that making mistakes in life is definitely normal, that’s one of the easiest ways to learn what’s right and what’s wrong. Doing the same mistake again is definitely out of hand, it’s like escaping to the truth that doing the right thing is actually what’s best for everybody. I kinda like it the way he said it. He’s like a father talking to a son. But then something happened. The guys behind us started to get furious. They still want a piece of me! I don’t want to get sexually abused by them! They are all men! So, the guy I was talking about do something about it. Right at that moment, he then started fighting those men like he was only picking up dirt off the floor! He’s so good that no man could stop him.

That night, I went to sleep, confident that no one would dare touch me. For my savior was actually awake all night, listening to every voice, watching to every move, and fast deciding to what should be done in case they tried to touch me again. I felt relieved for a little, knowing that what the guy told me is the truth. He’s right all along. I still have a chance. And I have to do something about it. Right now.

The next morning, I was bailed out by my friends from high places, the other "Lords". They found out about what happened so they decided to have a meeting about it. The meeting was all about what we did that afternoon of the crime. And it was one hell of a meeting…