It was on a chilly Thursday morning the sun was on the horizontal. Dew had already started falling from the green grass and the birds were singing their melodious songs.
That day, I woke up to wash my clothes. No sooner had I started, than I heard a boy Screaming from pain and anguish in need of help.
I ran where the noise was coming from and I was shocked to see a group of people gathered at Bens house. He was a black, huge, shaggy man who didn’t talk much. People were banging the door harshly. Suddenly, Ben opened the door. Hewas breathing heavily and had sweat all over his face. “What do you want?” he asked With a roaring voice.
Before any one could answer Patrick his son swiftly ran out of the house and shouted My father is a dog he is sexually harassing me.”What?”I shouted. “Shut up you bustard” he shouted,”yes he tried to rape me his own son “patrick cried. I felt pity for Patrick as he wept with sorrow. But all in all he was arrested.
He was first taken to the hospital to be checked whether he was normal but he was confirmed.
