I’m pushed forward as they knock on the door. “You know, y’all can just let me go right here,” I say, and throw a wink at them.
“Shut up, punk,” the overweight officer says, pushing me one more time in the back.
“You know if you wanted to touch me all you had to do was ask,” I say, and smirk. He shoves me forward harder than I expect.
The skinny officer rolls his eyes. “Shut up, punk.”
The door finally opens, and my father stands in the doorway, securing his robe around his waist