Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 136: Not Giving Up

Chapter 136: Not Giving Up

Marcella joined the women shouting aloud for them to meet the senator. She sat at the back purposefully. Debby was front and center with her wounds bleeding still. Debby was the victim and everyone was asking for justice on her behalf. Marcella asked Debby to sit in the front without even taking her to the hospital to use her for sympathy. Debby was willing to do anything to stop that sheriff from hurting her again.

Marcella’s plan was working out perfectly but it was not just her effort. It was everyone’s protest. She asked the women’s help and they joined her with their whole hearts. She knew they were making a difference.

The other officers she saw earlier causing a commotion in the streets rushed to them as they brought the sheriff to the police precinct. They tried to intimidate them to disperse. They pulled out their weapons but noticing that there were photographers they were forced to retreat. They tried to sneak inside the building to make phone calls but the women blocked them. They went to use the public phones at the end of the street.

Judging by their reaction, she could see that they were panicked.

"They never should have allowed you people to vote," the sheriff grunted.

Marcella turned and smirked at him. "Be prepared to lose everything," she smiled.

"What can you do? Just because a bunch of you are shouting, do you think age-old practices would be banned? Who do you think you are?" he asked.

"Wait and see," Marcella smiled. "Aren’t you already scared?" she asked. He was using expletives non-stop when he was with Debby, now that he had sobered up and saw what was going on around, she could see fear in his eyes and he was using his words sparingly. Not a single expletive escaped his mouth even though he was pissed off.

"You cannot tie me like a dog," he said.

"Why?" Marcella sneered. "Aren’t we just a bunch of women?"

"Those journalists aren’t going to change a thing," the sheriff said. "Do you think their editors will be allowed to post something that would bring bad reputation to the entire police department?"

"We’ll see..." Marcella shrugged.

Won’t there be at least one editor who would like the truth to be out? Also, it is pretty profitable to stand against the system. Isn’t the police department a monstrous system? The news organizations have a chance to stand with the common people, reflecting their views if they give proper coverage to the protest of the women of Olive Groove.

Even if one national newspaper printed this news, it would be enough to bring order to this place.

Marcella stood up seeing a car with a government tag stopping in the street. She wondered who that was. Everyone stared at the car. But to everyone’s dismay, out came a young boy who looked like a scapegoat. Apparently, he was an intern in the Congressman’s office.

The women’s anger multiplied.

Are we not worth a visit from the congressman? They shouted at the intern. The situation got heated up and there was pushing and shoving. Marcella pushed to the front. Their non-violent, peaceful protest was working and she didn’t want everything to go to waste.

She didn’t think the anger of the women was unfounded. What is the use of electing a congressman if he doesn’t even care to visit his district when the people are unhappy? She wondered if the congressman sent the intern just to provoke them knowing the entire narrative can be shifted if their peaceful protests turned violent.

"Stop it!" she shouted.

Seeing Marcella pushing through the front, the gathered women gave way to her.

"We should be focusing on our goal," Marcella told the women as she passed through. "We want to be heard. It’s fine if the congressman thinks his intern is smart enough to deal with us. Let’s hear what he has to say... Let’s not scare the poor boy..."

Marcella talked in a soothing tone as she intended for the women to get calm. The women listened to her. Even Marcella was surprised that her simple words would resonate that much with the women. They listened to her as if she was their leader.

Marcella tried to talk to the intern. In just a few minutes, Marcella could understand that he was wet behind the ears and knew nothing about politics. She could understand that the congressman didn’t want to address them and sent the dumb intern because he just wanted this headache to just go away.

The intern suggested that the sheriff apologizes to Debby and the community and then this situation could be resolved. Even Marcella got angry with that suggestion. Will the cops accept such a lousy punishment if some member of the public assaulted a cop? Why should the public accept this? It’s not even a slap on the wrist for that sheriff.

Who needs his apology?

The women demanded the sheriff to be charged on attempted murder and assault charges. Also, a lot gave statements about the bribery and disturbances the sheriff committed. They wanted him to get charged and put in prison for the crimes he committed.

Marcella found their request was only fair.

Time passed and the sky started to darken. The women were still shouting for justice. Some women wanted to leave to prepare dinner for their family but most women stayed. As they stayed, their husbands who returned from work, joined them. Some asked their wives to return home. Some returned but others insisted they stayed.

In the end, their crowd only grew over time; so did the amount of photographers. Almost all of the national newspapers and TV stations had sent their reporters there.

Marcella wondered what her dear husband was doing. She thought he would be there first thing after he heard the news. But she couldn’t see him anywhere. She checked on Joey and he was doing fine. She wondered if she should call Tony but she decided not to.

Their protest made the evening news on the local channel. The phone in the police precinct building was ringing incessantly. Marcella let the cops in to attend to them in case there were emergencies. But most of them are calls from news organizations and from the higher-ups.

Commissioner Logan wanted to talk to her but Marcella didn’t talk to him. She tried calling him first and he avoided her. Just because the situation had gotten worse for him, why should she talk to him?

It was nine in the evening and still, the protest found no signs of fizzling out. The crowd only got bigger.

And at last, there came a car with a siren. And out came Commissioner Logan.

Finally!

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