Chapter 53 Pull Up

Chapter 53 Pull Up
Detective Harris's POV

He almost burst into another wave of sobbing, but he swallowed hard while he struggled to hold it in.

Then he continued, his voice breaking: “They throw things at me. They shout at me like I’m not human. Today, one of the officers called me a useless pussy and threw his empty coffee cup at my chest.”

The crying didn’t stop—it only grew, raw and piercing. My chest tightened as I watched, realizing this wasn’t ordinary crying. Something about it felt real, deep… and maybe just too impossible to ignore.

For him to have come behind this building just to cry this much, I bet it really got into his throat and he just couldn't endure it any longer.

I didn’t try to speak. I just watched him, letting him unload every bit of fear and frustration, knowing that words weren’t enough.

After saving more energy to continue speaking, he sighed and started speaking again, “He told me to get lost, and said I’m just wasting space.”

The boy wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve then he continued again. “I’m only an intern…Detective Harris. I’m still learning. Why won’t they understand that? I don’t know everything yet. That’s why I’m here. To learn.” His breathing became heavy again.

“They give me ten things to do at once. If I mess up one small thing, they shout like I committed a giant crime.” The boy looked up at me with pain in his eyes.

“I just want to be like you someday. I want to wear that badge proudly. But with how they treat me… I feel stupid. I feel small. I feel like maybe they’re right. Maybe I’m useless.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Sometimes… sometimes I just feel like disappearing.”

“Shit, this is really deep and brutally painful. Nobody deserves to be treated like this,” I thought.

I suddenly let out a slow breath, then I reached forward and brushed some dust off the boy’s blue shirt gently.

“Hey,” I said quietly. “Look at me.” The boy slowly lifted his eyes and glanced straight into my eyes.

Then I started to say, “You are not useless.” My tone was strong now and even more steadier.

I paused and locked eyes with him again, then I continued, “Do you hear me? You are not useless.”

The boy sniffed and nodded slowly, almost too weakly.

I continued, "You see every one of those officers inside? They were once interns too. They forgot what it feels like to start from zero. They forgot what it feels like to not know anything.”

I leaned slightly closer, and lowered my voice, careful not to startle him, but firm enough to let him know I was listening…I have seen him and somehow he doesn't deserve any of what he'd gone through.

“Look, I haven’t forgotten how it feels like to start from zero. And I'm gonna tell you this; it takes strength to start from zero.” I added smoothly.

The boy’s eyes widened a little.

I gave him a small smile. “Blue shirt… you’re not useless. You're damn helpful. More than you think. And I’ll prove it to you.”

Without saying another word, I suddenly stood up and pulled the boy up with me.

“How old are you?” I asked sharply.

The boy blinked in confusion. “Sir?”

I shot him a quick glance and repeated the question, “Your age.”

The boy stammered nervously, “Umm… I’m 22 sir. I’ll be 23 next month.”

I nodded sharply. “Good.” I did firmly as I adjusted my jacket. “You want to do an on-site inspection?” I suddenly asked.

The boy froze. “What?” His eyes instantly went wide in shock.

“On-site inspection? With you?” His voice shook with excitement and disbelief. “Nobody has ever taken me before, sir. They always tell me to stay back and file papers.” He added joyfully.

I smirked slightly. ‘Well, today is different,’ I said, my voice calm but carrying a quiet certainty.

Then I looked at him directly. “Come with me. Let’s go see real work,” I added quickly.
The boy immediately began to tuck in his shirt properly.

The excitement on his face couldn’t be mistaken. He couldn’t jump up and scream like a child, but I’d bet that’s exactly what he felt like doing.

“Umm… wait, wait—” he suddenly called from behind me. “Umm—do I look okay? I mean, do I look good?”

I turned slowly and looked him up and down, deliberately dramatic.

I smiled. “Come on, it’s not a fashion show. We’re not walking a red carpet.”

I tilted my head slightly. “Unless you’re expecting the press to zoom in on your tragic tie knot?”

He quickly looked down at it.

I chuckled. “Relax. You look fine. We’re going to work, not to win ‘Best Dressed Officer of the Year.’ Now move before I change my mind.”

The way he straightened instantly—like he’d just been promoted to CEO—almost made me laugh again.

Then we walked quickly to the parking lot.

I stopped in front of my black Rolls-Royce Spectre—Matte black, long body and glossy black—clean enough to see your reflection if you tried.

I unlocked it with a soft click, the handles slid out smoothly and the side mirrors unfolded slowly, almost respectfully, as if acknowledging my presence.

The boy froze for a second.
“Yeah. Now that’s real work.” He suddenly shouted.

I couldn't help but laugh.

“Sir… this is yours?” he asked in pure shock.

He slowly walked around the car like it was a dream.

“This car looks insane… oh my God.”

I couldn’t help but smile slightly again.

“Get in, Blue shirt,” I said casually.

The boy quickly opened the passenger door and sat inside carefully, like he was afraid to touch anything.

“Sir… one day, I’ll buy something like this too,” he said quietly.

I started the engine at once and the car roared smoothly. “Focus on becoming a good officer first,” I replied calmly. “The rest will follow.”

The boy nodded fast.

I shifted the gear and the car pulled out smoothly and zoomed off the station lot immediately.