6. Audacity

[POV Adrian]

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I beat the bald man until he collapsed to the ground. His friends swarmed him like ants.

"Enough Ad, stop it!" asked Fany.

"They should apologize to you. "No one should insult you," I said, stroking Fany's soft porcelain cheek with the back of my finger.

"There's no need; what matters is that you're okay."

This kind of attention melts my heart every time.

I spun around to face the demons. "Come on, admit you offended my girl."

His pals were about to launch an assault. I kicked one of them. I stepped forward to keep Fany safe from lecherous men.

They're in a panic. One of them drew a penknife from his pocket. It's not good, because I'm unarmed, and fighting might injure me.

Fortunately, the sound of police car sirens stopped them.

The police car came to a halt on the side of the road. In a relaxed tone, the officer in the front seat greeted us.

"Is everything all right there?"

"Everything is under control, Mr Policeman!" said one of the thugs, raising his thumb high. He and his pals took the bald from me.

Fany dragged me into the car. Her wailing appeared worried, and her voice soared anxiously.

"Oh my God, what have you done?" She wiped the blood from my lips with a tissue.

"You shouldn't be behaving that way." She raises her voice. "How come you're always causing trouble?"

I responded, "Okay, I'll let them take you down a deserted alley the next time. I'll let you know what problems you'll face if I don't come to your aid."

"Yes, but you can drag me away; you don't have to serve drunk people."

Fany began the lecture by advising me. She's always been this way. Every time I fight, I always come out on the losing end. Despite the fact that I did it to protect her pride.

My car was parked next to a police car. We were being watched by an elderly police officer with a mustache.

"How are you doing, son?"

"Yes," I said. "It was noisy because only the girl next to me was practicing singing."

The cop laughed with his friend, while Fany remained silent.

"I've never seen you guys around here before. Could you please show me your identification? "questioned the cops .

Fany handed me her ID to give to the cops.

The card was read by the cops and then returned to us.

"UCLA students aren't usually in this area. There are a lot of armed gangsters around here, and they're probably carrying firearms."

"Yes, sir, thank you," I said politely.

"Then allow us to accompany you out of this area. Come on, let's go."

I took the car to Glendale. The police car followed us for a few minutes before turning at an intersection. The cops waved as they activated the greeting siren.

"There are benefits to being a UCLA student," Fany said while listening to country music.

She lectured in hushed tones for what seemed like an eternity, and I don't remember a single word she said. Her voice is very appealing to me. It's even better than my favorite Smooth Jazz.

We arrived in Glendale just as the skies darkened after navigating the busy roads. The street lights were bright, and everything was quiet. The Subaru Outback is parked in front of a simple home. Alfred's automobile. Fany grabbed my hand as I was about to fall.

"Please understand that I want you to be nice in front of Auntie."

We walked together to my house after I nodded. Fany had previously brought two large bags containing her groceries.

"Give it to me." Everything is now in my hands.

I checked the contents of the plastic bag as I walked. She had purchased cosmetics and toiletries, as well as new towels. Is she ready to use all of this?

Fany rang the bell as she approached the house's terrace.

Kimberly pushed open the door. A girl in her senior year of high school. She's my sister, Glendale's sweetest and most beautiful girl.

"Fany, Sis!" She cheerfully hugged Fany, kissed her left and right cheeks, and then looked at me with a pout. "Mother is inside, waiting. Please come in."

"Has dinner been prepared?" I inquired, eliciting a nudge from Fany.

"Watch your mouth, idiot," Fany said as she took the bag of fruit and stepped in first.

I didn't want to go in, preferring to sit on the terrac's lounge chair. My legs were stretched out, taking in the sound of summer crickets and the scent of cedar carried by the warm breeze.

What should I do now, Dad? I'm afraid to face Mom right now.

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