Mommy//Clifford//Halsey

nueve.

"Shit fuck." He runs his hands through his hair, getting away from the scene as fast as possible, absentmindedly leaving Stella behind.

Stella peaks out from the gate, and notices that the officers were all facing the trees' direction. Then she notices another police car pull in, but this time, had a brown stripe running through the middle. The Sheriff. More police cars were pulling through since Michael left, and he had been gone for five minutes, out of her sight. 

"He's probably just roaming around somewhere."

Foot tapping furiously on the ground below, she glances out again at the parking lot. She backs away from the gate, hoping not to be seen, but listening closely for the officer's conversation.

"What did you find?"

"We're checking the surveillance now."

"I'll inspect the place."

Stella backs away from the gates. If she didn't get out now, she would be shit. The gate was still slightly open, and there were no police cars at the entrance; all were at the front. Perfect.

"Just gotta wait for the perfect time."

The Sheriff walked in and back out of the store, shaking his head, "The news station's chopper is coming over in five."

"Sheriff! We have the surveillance tapes now!"

"What's on it?"

"Come see!"

They all turn away to head to the upper part of the store, and Stella runs out, and pushes herself behind the bushes. She props herself on her elbow, against the mulch, raising her head above the ground. Now, all she had to do was crawl.

Twenty feet to go.

"Hey! Who the hell was that?"

"Where?"

"Over there! In the bushes!"

Stella's eyes popped out of her head, thought rushing to her brain. Blood rushing to her brain. What was she gonna do now? She was fucked. She was gonna go to jail, and Michael was gonna get home safely, without her.

This is it.

"Check those bushes!"

Stella shakes her head frantically, trying to figure out what to do.

"Y'know, you could run out, flash your boobs, and I'll just run while they're not looking." His smirk widens, and Stella rolls her eyes.

Absentmindedly, she pushes herself up from her elbows, and stands on her feet.

"Freeze!"

Facing the cops, she tugs on the bottom of her shirt, and raises it up near her face, to reveal her boobs, covered ever so nicely by her lace bra.

"Damn, those watermelons." an officer stops in his tracks, and stares straight as Stella's chest.

"Where the did she come from?" another officer whispers.

"Get her!" the Sheriff steps up, and takes out his gun, pointing it at Stella, "Put your hands in the air! Get your guns out, you idiots!"

Dropping her top back on her, she glances at the exit, and takes off out the front gates. The Sheriff runs back to is car, and the other officers stare back in awe.

"What are you doing?! Get in your cars! We have to make an arrest!"

"Only if I can see more of those boobies, sure then, I'm comin'!" a black officer remarks, and hops in the passengers side of the Sheriff's car.