Troubles After Work

I just finished my last patient of the day, went out of the clinic, and started to drive toward my house. Driving and singing, I saw a young man limping, he looked young, the night was dark so I didn't want him to be in danger and I stopped my car, roll down my window and moved my head to mean I could give him a ride saying.

Where are going? Do you need a ride?

He didn't doubt in any moment, after a few seconds he was right by my side, already in the car.

Thanks, man, just go straight and you'll find my house. He told me very happy.

After that, he tried to have a conversation with me but I'm not a person that like to talk a lot, even though I made an effort on conversate at list a little, however, I thought it was better to play some music, I looked at the place where bottles are put but it wasn't there.

Hey, could you check if my cellphone is on your sit? I asked him.

—It may be in your pants. —He proposed.

I had to park the car; I was about to check my pockets, but I felt something sharp in my neck. It was the young man, with his penknife chafing my neck.

I won't hurt you, man, I'll go but give me your watch too. He threatened.

The man was everything but scary, even so I just gave him the watch and he left the car faster. That watch was a gift of my son, and in that phone, I have photos of him.

Pew. My gun sounded.

I shot him in the shoulder. He fell down with a groan. He continued making noise while I was taking my things very calm, however, I looked up and saw two police officers heading towards me. Really?

It was obvious what they needed to do, I couldn't do anything, they saw how I shot him. After the two men told us our rights, silence dominated, I know it is better to say nothing. What confused me was the fact they also took him in the patrol with handcuffs, his face demonstrated too much pain, but the police didn't seem to care, and I care less honestly.

I didn't feel the long way because my brain couldn't stop thinking. When we arrived, we both got arrested in the same prison cell. It wasn't the first time I corrupt the law, they found out, I was being honest. I had nothing to lose, I didn't refuse, some time in prison sounds to me like no working, no worries, or I don't know, I think I'm not thinking clearly.

My thoughts were interrupted when the young man started to speak to himself.

Dang it, here again. He cursed.

So irritable but I also found it funny, he has a perforated shoulder, so vulnerable, why did they put us in the same cell? I mean, I could easily attack him without any problem and with all the desire, I have advantage but I'm not doing it, do I?