Justice: good or bad?

It was cold afternoon. I shivered. I was alone. Gingerly I sat on the bus stop. Nervously I checked my watch. It was 11o’clock. It was so quiet. I couldn’t hear anything but the occasional pass of cars. This made me even more nervous. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. Five minutes passed. I was becoming restless. Where was he? Instantly I heard footsteps. I held my breath. It was Ian. I breathed out in relief.

“Where have you been?”

“I’ve been busy.” He said in a coarse accent. He said it quickly, as if he did not want to be here and wanted to leave as soon as possible. I felt embarrassed. Quickly I handed him the package. On the outside it looked like a regular brown envelope. Nobody would ever guess what was inside. Cautiously he checked inside. Satisfied he gave me a prize- winning smile. This annoyed me even more.

“Right you got your stuff. Now tell me! Where’s my son?”

With a malicious look he said “Well that’s my decision, isn’t it? You give me more of this weed. Then I might let him go.”

That’s it!

I screamed. Officer Dughs and his other officers ran towards us. Ian noticed what I had done and his face turned into a twisted, cruel expression. I knew I was in trouble. But I didn’t care. As I watched the policemen arrest him. I had a smug face on my look. I was proud that I stood up to him. I watched him when he got rammed into the car. He was shouting death threats at me. I realized I didn’t care. We both knew he would have to give up my son. Or face jail. I knew what choice he would make. And I felt great. Finally I had the upper hand!