FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 29

"Well this has turned into one hell of a mess," Isaac muttered to himself fighting the urge to pull out a cigarette while at the front of his home. "What was that crazy bastard even doing?"

"It's not something Duke is unknown for doing." Claude said as he leaned against the wall near the front door. "He's done it before so he's bound to do it again to a greater affect."

"First-hand experience I take it," but Claude didn't respond, Isaac let out a breath. "Still, if we go by Charla and even Alex's word, Duke looked as though he intended to harm Nina. So, my niece had more then enough probable cause to apprehend him. Though dislocating his shoulder would have been seen as excessive."

"Says the man who looked ready to tare that man's limbs off when you heard that he grabbed Nina." Claude spoke with a rather deadpan tone. "Not that anyone would blame you for it. She's your daughter after all."

"Damn straight, but in any case, looks like we'll have to charge him for attempted assault. Among other things, plus if that little prick tries anything again I might just lose my badge."

"Then you'd better make it loud and clear to him." Claude said before changing the subject. "How's Nina?"

"From what she says, she's okay, but I can tell she's rather shaken up by the whole thing. I think I might keep her home tomorrow from school just to play it safe."

"And Charla?"

Isaac paused, his brows furrowing into a frown. "She hasn't really said anything. In fact, she didn't say anything at all when Duke was taken away. Before I could even ask if she was okay she just went up to her room with her friend behind her."

Claude didn't respond as he took out his notebook and wrote something down before finally speaking. "Why not give her some time? Maybe she just wants to sort out her thoughts?"

When they had entered the bedroom, and closed the door Alex quickly grabbed the scruff of the shirt and shoved the person against the wall. "What the hell did you do?" Alex demanded. "You could have broken his damn arm, what were you thinking?"

"I reacted on instinct, I saw the creep looking at her and moved, that's all."

"But you didn't have to go that far!"

"Wouldn't you have done the same?" Alex stilled at the coldness of this person's voice before hazel green eyes looked up at her filled with rage. "If I wasn't here you would have done something similar, maybe try punching him in the face or something like that? I didn't break his arm; the man is right handed so I dislocated it. He'll be fine in a few days."

"Then why did you step on his left hand?"

"To send a message, to make it clear to him that if I wanted I could have broken his arm, if I wanted I could have broken his hand, or if I wanted I could end his career. People like him never truly take anything of worth until you show it to them, so I did just that. I showed him, plain and simple."

So I was right... Alex moved away and shook her head. "Charla wouldn't do that."

"How do you know?" When Alex looked back the person continued with a voice that held no forms of emotion. "How do you know she wouldn't do the same thing or worse to a person like that? How much of her life do you know of besides knowing of my existence? People like him never sit well with her. Reminds her too much of him to make her think rationally."