It's been about a week since the bully incident. I haven't stopped thinking about it since. I'll make them pay, no matter what. I don't really care that they cut me, I can deal with it. It's the fact that they hurt Amalie and Evi is what pisses me off. Whatever, it's probably best to forget about it for now and wait for the right opportunity.
Someone knocked on the door.
"I'll get it!" my mother said.
I was curious to see who it was, so I hid behind her as she answered it.
It was the police.
"Hello, are you Mrs. Himmler?"
"Yes I am, what brings you today?"
"Well you see, your son..."
"My son? Which one?"
"It would be Heinrich, ma'am."
"What could young Heinrich have possibly done? He's only five years old."
"About a week ago at a nearby park, your son beat up and cut three kids with a knife."
"What?!"
"Yes... He used a knife to cut up their arms and he gave them all black eyes. The children's mothers brought them into the police station to provide evidence."
Wait a minute... what the hell?! This didn't fucking happen! Those bastards... they fucking framed me! Black eyes and cuts on the arm? There's no way in hell I could've done that! I got lucky in fighting the one, but all I did was put him in an arm lock!
"The boy is only five years old! Like hell he could give three nine year olds black eyes! Plus he doesn't even own a knife!"
At least I can count on my mother to defend me.
"Now look ma'am, I'm sure this comes as a shock to you, but we interviewed all three boys and their stories lined up. And I strongly doubt their injuries appeared out of nowhere."
That's it, i'm gonna step in.
"Uhm, excuse me o-officer? May I please give my side of the story?"
"Sure kid, I'd love to hear it."
"W-well you see, that didn't actually happen. What did happen though, is that they used a knife to put a large cut on my stomach while I was unconscious."
"Right. Mind showing us the scar?"
I lifted my shirt up.
"H-holy crap, that's a huge cut kid."
"Heinrich! Why didn't you tell me about this?! Who did this to honey?!"
"S-sorry mother, I didn't want to worry you. The three bullies did this to me. I passed out at the park. They even hit Amalie and pushed Evi to the ground."
"You poor child, tell me next time something like this happens, okay?"
"I will mother, I'm sorry for hiding it.
"Well then, it seems we've got two different stories to look into. We're gonna go have another chat with the other boys. We'll be back to ask you some more questions at another date."
"Thank you officers, have a good day."
"Have a good one ma'am, and I hope your wound gets better kid."
"T-thank you, goodbye."
My mother shut the door, then looked me in the eye.
"Heinrich, I just don't understand why you didn't tell me."
"I'm sorry mother, it's just, I didn't want to worry you, and I also don't want you to not allow me to go and play anymore."
"Heinrich, it's my job to worry about you, i'm your mother after all. Now let me take a look at the wound to make sure it isn't infected. From now on, you're going to tell me these things."
"Yes mother."
My cut wasn't deep at all, but she made sure to clean it up a bit to prevent infection.
A few days passed, then someone else came knocking at the door.
"I'll get it!" Mother said. I once again followed behind her to see who it was. She opened the door to be greeted by a single police officer. He was a different officer than the two who came last time. He was much larger and scarier looking.
"Is this the Heinrich residence?"
"Yes it is, how may I help you?"
"I will be needing Heinrich Himmler from you."
"Whatever for? He did not hurt those boys."
"After further questioning of the boys, we've determined Heinrich's cut to be self inflicted."
"What?! Are you serious?! He is five years old!"
"Yes, I am. I'll be having him come with me."
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
"Pipe down, runt."
"Where are you taking him?!"
"We have yet to figure that out. We'll come let you know when we figure it out."
What the hell?! I'm being fucking taken away?! Self inflicted?! Bullshit! This is all a bunch of bullshit!
"C'mon runt."
"Heinrich, Mother loves you very much. I'll see you soon I promise. We'll get you out of this. I love you."
"B-bye mother, i love you..."
The cop roughly grabbed my arm and walked me away.
He took me to his car, which really wasn't much of a police car, and threw me in the passenger side. I came to understand that he wasn't going to be very gentle with me. But why?! I didn't want to lash out in front of Mother, but now I can say whatever I want.
"Why the hell are you taking me?!"
"You hurt those three boys, pretty badly too, think you're just gonna get away with that?"
"But I didn't do it. I'm five years old, you really think I could do that?"
"You sure talk a lot for your age."
"I'm well aware, now let me out of this damn automobile."
"Sorry kid, you're guilty."
"No, I'm not, they are."
I got no response from him after that. I'll try again. As many times as I need, I'm not going to jail or wherever they take me.
"I'm telling you, I didn-"
He slapped me. He forcefully slapped me across the face. What did I do to deserve this? I didn't do anything fucking wrong! I defended my friends! I'm in the right here. This police officer can go to hell for all I care. He's a corrupt bastard.
"Where are we going."
"The police station first."
"How long till we get there."
"Thirty minutes."
I'm taking a nap.