Misha
The cops took me back to my house to talk to my Mom. Geo is the one to open the door when they knock. He instantly closes the door again. When the door opens again it's Mom this time.
"Misha, what's going on? Why aren't you in your room? I'm sorry officers. If he did something wrong I will punish him right away." Mom says as she yanks my now bruised wrist to pull me inside.
"Ow!" I say and pull my hand away. I grasp it and rub it gently. "What's wrong with your wrist?" She asks.
"Ma'am, your son was just assaulted by the man living next door. We have him in custody and have your son's testimony. We wanted to ask you what you would like to do. Would you like to go ahead and press charges?" The policeman asks.
"What? How? Misha, why weren't you inside? I told you to stay away from the pervert. Get inside. I'll deal with this." Mom says as she pushes me inside.
