After an unexplainable accident Annabelle finds herself hundred years in the past. In the boom of the 1920s, the era of Jazz and bootleggers. But it's not just the 20s she now has to deal with, she also happens to find herself stumble right into the...
The sergeant grunted as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up so quickly, everything went black for a few seconds.
"Take your dirty hands off me, pig."
Self preservation certainly wasn't my strength. I often let anger and disdain take over my actions and words too quickly, not realising the consequences beforehand.
In addition to that, Moss seemed to be in a less than miserable mood, as he simply shoved me forwards, resulting in my body colliding with the floor once again.
"You're nothing more than another one of Shelby's whores, so watch your mouth."
"Coming from the bootlicker who works for a pedophilic rapist."
Campbells trip to Chinatown can't have been more than a few days ago, meaning that the vile man he's always been has just transformed into an even more disgusting creature. Much to my satisfaction, the sergeant seemed taken aback for a moment, if not to say confused. A breathy chuckle escaped my mouth while I tried to pull myself up to my feet with the help of the wall.
"You don't even know what type of monster he is. Ask him. Ask him what he did in Chinatown. How she begged him to stop as he was hurting her."
While it seemed like he wanted to do nothing more than to slam my head against the wall, anybody could see the inner conflict in his eyes.
"And you proudly stand in his name."
Disappointment laced my voice which wasn't much louder than a whisper.
"Shut up and walk."
This time the shove didn't throw me off my feet and I just stumbled a little. Walking up the hundreds of stairs proved itself to be more exhausting than ever but my pride didn't allow me to ask for a break, dare to say help. Not from him.
When we arrived at the top, my lungs and legs were burning, cold waves rushed through my body from head to toe and my heart was racing faster than that of a scared mouse. The only thing that stopped me from breaking down right then and there was the thought of all of this being over soon.
Just as we stepped outside and into the inner courtyard of the police station, another officer guided Freddie through a gate by the opposite end. Said communist looked absolutely frantic, probably thinking he was actually getting moved to Brixton prison.
