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It was difficult to explain to the officers what happened. It seemed like such an extravagant story. And I was armed. They didn't put me in cuffs but they did take my gun and put me in the cruiser as they talked to each other and took photos of the damage on my car. I'd probably be charged with driving offenses. I didn't care. It was in self defense. If it came down to it I could prove it in court. Somehow.

As I sat there, a black Chrysler 300 arrived. The officers gave it a quizzical look as the gorilla stepped out of it. His muzzle was now fully grey, but he was easily recognizable. It was the judge who gave me his number all those months ago. He chatted with the officers. Then I heard the radio crackle. It was a report of an accident on the onramp. The driver had fled the scene. I tapped on the window and pointed at the radio. The officers gave me a dirty look, but the judge nodded and talked with the officers some more. Eventually, I was let back out. The judge nodded to me and I followed him to his car. It was an upper trim level. Very comfortable leather seats. I sat shotgun as he eased himself back into the driver's seat. I could smell the tobacco from his cigars. He turned over the engine and began to drive.

"I assume you had something to do with that other accident didn't you?"

"Yes George." I said, gulping. He was a helpful man, but he was also fair. I did my share of reckless shit and he'd certainly give me hell for it.

"Care to explain?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I sighed. I told him the whole story. Being late for the party. Having a flashback. Cassandra finding out. Opening up to her. The regret after the sex. And finally the chase.

"...she went home I guess." I said shrugging. George nodded.

"So why didn't you call the police?"

"It would have been too late when they got there. Besides, why would they believe me?"

"We have you on record David," said George, "You'd have to reference your... unique situation and they would respond almost instantly. Instead, you took matters into your own hands and risked the lives of the public. And - probably more important to you - her's too." I huffed.

"I'm a good driver."

"Maybe. Maybe not." He tapped the wheel with his thumb as we sat at a red light. "But that is beside the point. Reckless driving, stunt driving, street racing, numerous failures to stop. Speeding goes without being mentioned." He frowned and looked at me. "You're lucky I was able to talk them down a bit. They might charge you over the next couple of days, depending on their mood."

"And the others?" I asked him. "What about their charges?"

"They're the reason why you haven't been charged just yet. When they abandoned their car, it made you look a lot more trustworthy." George sighed. "You broke a lot of laws. But you did do the right thing and called us as soon as you did. And if the investigators believe that you were indeed acting out of self-defence you might not even be charged."

"Do you believe me?"

"Yes." Said George, turning left onto a winding street along the river. "Yes I do. I know what has happened with you and James." The mentioning of his father sent chills up David's spine. "I don't doubt for an instant they were about to commit a crime on his behalf. But the question is if the investigator - and maybe even the judge if it comes to it - believes you too." He pulled up to my apartment and stopped in front of the door.

"Thanks." I opened the door.

"Forgetting something?" He smirked as he held my revolver by the barrel, the handle facing me. I blushed and took it, unzipping my hoodie and briefly exposing my chest fur as I holstered the gun.

"I'm surprised they let you do that." I remarked.

"I told them I would take the fall. They even put it in their report." George smiled. "Your car should be back soon. Take care."

I closed the door and he drove off. I looked around the street. Empty. Nobody that could be following me. I stepped into the building and made my way up to my apartment. It seemed different. It used to make me feel safe. Now it didn't anymore. I locked the door behind me. One of the window's blinds were open. I shut them. I scanned the whole apartment. Somewhat satisfied, I sat down on the couch. I turned on the TV. I just wanted to forget everything right now.

I was jolted awake by my phone ringing. I stumbled over to the phone and picked it up on the third ring. I tried to rub the sleep from my eyes as I held it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"...David? It's me."

"Cassandra..." I didn't say anything. I wanted to make sure I took the time to say the right thing this time."...how're you holding up?"

"Um... fine, I guess." She sighed. "Look let's just not dance around this. We need to talk." My heart was in my throat.

"...okay..." I gulped. There was a long silence.

"I... I just don't know..." said Cassandra. "I mean, I still have feelings for you. But this... this is a bit much."

A lump was forming in my throat. If this was going were I thought it was going I was about to have a very bad night. "O-ok... I understand..."

Cassandra sighed. "I'm really torn right now Davy. On one hand I really love you. But then... there's this dark side..." She huffed. "I just don't know what to think."

"Cassandra... I did all that for you." I walked to the window and peered through the blinds. "I wasn't going to let them get you. I would never let them get you. I might be fucked up, but I still love you. I still love you so much." There was a pause.

"I know. We'll talk a little more later, alright?"

"Alright."

There was a click. The line was dead. She had hung up.

I know. She knew what? That I loved her? Or that I was fucked up? Or that I did it all for her? I clenched my eyes shut and tossed the phone onto the counter with a clatter. Fuck. I messed it up. I knew that voice. She was leaving me. She would be gone. Was she? I slumped back down onto the couch and buried my head in my hands. The looming questions were killing me. Will I be charged? Will I go to prison? Will she leave me? Will they come back for me or her? But there was one question that made me the most frightened and anxious.

Did I want to know the answers?