My Police Is My Step Brother's

S2 POV ANNA. Reasons to hate Police

The reason I hate the police is because of their reckless behavior. For the reason of upholding justice then they arbitrarily play behind the law.

Even the wrong is set free, the right becomes wrong and in the law.

If only I could speak at that time, I would have already voiced out how the police were toying with justice and overhauling the law as they please.

I hate my mother. But seeing the behavior of the police I became more hateful to the police.

I can't talk, but I'm not a fool. I can understand my mother's swearing that blames her lover for leaving her when she was pregnant until I was born. Usually, after blaming her lover, she would blame me. Why should I be in my mother's womb to make my mother expelled by her family. Not infrequently after that, my mother will become hysterical and hurt me.

I hate my mother. Such are the words that are always present in my heart when my mother hurts me.

I still remember when my mother always forced me to beg from morning until noon and when night fell always forced me to scavenge for garbage, looking for items that can be sold again.

The only thing I like about mom's nature is, she doesn't like to steal anything else to take things that aren't her right. He even scolded me when I was taking secretly the food I had taken from the peddler when the salesman distracted him.

To be honest, my mother was a good person. If my mother had a healthy psychology - would she give me the love I deserve? I wish I knew who made my mother like this. Even though he is my real father - I will still give the calculation to that irresponsible man.

And one more thing that makes me hate my mother is when I'm not bringing results. My mother won't hesitate to scold me, grab my hair, tap my ears, don't even hesitate to hit me on the head.

There was once a person who saw my mother venting her pettiness on me and someone saw her. My mother ran away because she threatened to call the police. And I think that's where I not only hate my mom but I'm starting to hate those cops.

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At that time I was sleeping around the store must wake up when I heard a noise. Lazily, I opened my eyes while rubbing my eyes that felt sore due to my disturbed sleep. I was so shocked to see my mother rebelling because someone was about to rape her.

I just fell silent. Not trying to help my mom or get rid of the police. Wh why? I wonder at myself.

Maybe what my mom did this afternoon really hurt my heart so much that I just kept quiet when my mom needed my help. And the thing I forgot is that I'm just as much a woman as my mother. If my mother could have been targeted by that cruel Police-then that Police would have tried to do the same to me.

After enjoying my mother, it appears that the police immediately spat at my mother and laughed loudly;

I'm not sure if he's a police officer, but he announced that he's a police officer. My mind does not believe in seeing the folly of the fat man.

What makes me shocked is that the man looked at me full of desire as if evoking what was just on his vent. Based on my instincts, I had to run away from the police. And sure enough, the police are after me!

Run on!

Run on!

Run on!

That's the only thing I think about. I choose to hide behind a pile of trash. And with a trembling body, the only thing I expected was for someone to stop the police.

Who would have thought that person was my own mother? Right at the time that Police had found me and almost did the same to me. My mom came and beat up the police. My mother who I hate defended me?

“ don't touch him! He is my son!” it was the only sentence that melted my hatred on my mother. Luckily my mother's shout woke up the shopkeeper and the Police who knew it rushed away from there.

The only thing I could do was hug my mother. And for the first time I could feel my mother returning my arms and calming me down.

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After that, I always cursed the police. And my hatred for my mother really melted. Because after that incident, wherever I begged my mother was always there, she also took my hand along the path we were following. I always pray, may God always protect my mother and heal my mother's psychology so that we are always together in love.

I've never prayed before because no one has ever taught me to pray, my own mother never taught me because I knew if she was in such an unstable state of psychology that she didn't know God existed or not. I myself just learned to pray when I felt in danger when I met the police who wanted to rape me. And who would have thought that my prayer would actually be answered?

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Likey?

Not bad for the police, yes.