The Top Delinquent Chapter 24: Blocked

The terror in your voice caused an extra wave of protectiveness to wash over Iida and he quickly spun to face your dad as he pulled you in behind him then raised an arm up to block the beer bottle that was fast approaching his head.

Your dad smashed the bottle down onto Iida’s arm, who didn’t even flinch, and the bottle remained intact as it followed through after hitting its target.

“You’re going to have to do more than that to subdue me.” Iida said lowly as he held his other arm back around you so that he knew where you were.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ regret comin’ into this house.” Your dad slurred, raising the bottle again.

“Don’t!” You wailed, “dad, stop!”

“Shut up or you’re next!” Your dad hollered, belting Iida’s arm again.

Iida stepped back and his arm that was around you quickly dove into his pocket, fiddling with something before resuming its position -wrapped around you again.

“This is the last time you threaten Y/N.” Iida said loudly, “your senseless beatings end here.”

“I’ll beat anyone I want to, especially pathetic, worthless pieces of shit that don’t even deserve to be on this earth.” He yelled in an unstable voice, swinging the bottle once again.

“Sir, that is physical and emotional abuse.” Iida said loudly, “the judge isn’t going to take kindly to your statement.”

“What, fucking, judge?” Your dad yelled, “no one can touch me, I’ll kill the lot of you and no one will know.”

Iida stepped back again as your dad hit him for the fourth time in the same spot on his arm- a bruise starting to show already.

“Iida.” You wailed, “please run. Don’t worry about me, it’s ok, I can take it; don’t hurt yourself any more.”

“What kind of man would I be to leave you now?!” He called back to you, “I’m not going anywhere, and I mean that.” He stepped back once more.

At that moment you heard voices downstairs and their call made your burst into tears of relief as your dad froze in place, distracted by their arrival.

“Police!” You heard them shout out into the house. “Drop your weapon!”

Iida grabbed you and pushed you back as he ducked and threw himself at your dad, bowling him over backwards before rolling him over and pinning his arm up behind his back.

“Get the fuck off me.” Your dad bellowed, struggling drunkenly underneath Iida.

“This is a citizens arrest!” Iida called loudly, “we’re up here!” His shout alerting the police downstairs to his whereabouts.

The police, 5 in total, raced up the stairs and immediately took over from Iida who ran back to you and grabbed you in a hug as you sobbed into his chest.

“It’s over now.” He said calmly, holding you firmly, “it’s all over. He’ll be put away; your case is being settled outside of court so you don’t need to go in; and I will arrange for you to stay elsewhere.” He added, glancing back at your dad as he was lifted heavily off the ground and basically carried off down the stairs to the waiting police car.

“I don’t want to stay here tonight.” You sobbed, “I don’t want to be alone either.”

“If it wouldn’t be to abrupt I would very much like if you stayed at my house until further notice.” Iida said as he stepped back from you and bowed.

“Stop bowing.” You chided with embarrassment, bonking him on the back of his head with a soft fist. “I’ve got nowhere else to go so, umm…” your voice trailed off as you looked away.

“Please, Y/N.” He said earnestly as he straightened, “would you stay at my residence? We have plenty of rooms to accommodate.”

“Yeah, ok.” You huffed, quietly pleased he had asked so quickly.

He smiled broadly and adjusted his glasses then held a hand out to you.

“I, I mean, we, will take good care of you, Y/N.” He said as he took your hand in his and led you out of your room and down the hall.

The chief inspector stopped you both on your way out of the house and asked a few questions; including if you wouldn’t mind coming down to the station to make a statement, and your anxiety peaked again- your grip on Iida’s hand indicating your distress.

“Sir.” Iida said authoritatively, “if I may send you a copy of something via your mobile device?”

“What is it in regards to?” The inspector asked suspiciously.

“I have audio evidence of the domestic violence and emotional abuse that Y/N has suffered at the hands of her father.” He said as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

Your eyes widened.

“Did you record what dad said?” You asked incredulously.

Iida looked at you from the corner of his eye and nodded.

“I’m serious about having him removed from the picture.” He stated.

Your whole being softened and you gave him a look that you had never given anyone else before.

He looked back at the inspector as he held his phone up.

“I believe this will suffice?” He said as he airdropped the audio to the inspector.

“This is very solid evidence.” The inspector said, playing a piece of it back to hear the quality. “Thank you, Tenya Iida.”

“You are welcome, sir.” Iida said with a polite bow, “now I must excuse myself, and Miss L/N. She has had a traumatic day and needs respite.”

“Of course.” The inspector said graciously, “please allow one of my staff to drive you home.”

“That would be most appreciated.” Iida said with another bow, “thank you for your kindness.”

In a few short minutes you found yourself at the Iida residence and the police car pulled up and stopped at the very large iron gates that stood out the front of Iida’s house.

“Sir, allow me.” Iida said to the police man driver as he hopped out of the car and walked over to the speaker, talking briefly with someone on the other end before the mechanics on the gates whirred to life and opened slowly, allowing the police car to drive through.

The grounds were HUGE, and well manicured with a very cliché water fountain out the front of the mansion – the mansion: that was the ‘modest’ house of Iida, his parents, his siblings, and his servants.

“This is your place?” You asked in a small voice as you took everything in.

“Yes. It is a humble dwelling but we like it.” Iida said genuinely, and you snorted with laughter.

“No. This is not modest.” You scoffed, “your guard dogs have two storey kennels.” You pointed out, gesturing to the three kennels off to the side of the house that were indeed, two storey each.

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