My father came running up the sloppy road as people started dispersing after watching the event. The incident must have been so eventful that people were still gossiping about it.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did that bastard do anything to you?" my father ranted out his questions while checking my arms and face. I knew he would be more than worried to have heard that it was me who was in danger and not anybody else.
"I'm absolutely fine," I replied, assuring him with a small smile. "He couldn't do much, not to Celestine Dixon. Besides, he will be paying for his crimes in prison. Isn't that amazing?"
"If he so much as touched you without your permission, he will first have to face me," he declared, seething with anger.
"Don't, Father. I don't want to see you getting penalised, or worse, ending up behind the bars. Let's just leave things as they are and keep moving on with our lives. The universe has bigger plans than we know."
