Over Load

C1; Easy Life

A/N
Again, I remind you that this is a first draft and will contain errors that I've missed. Please don't hesitate to point out any errors that you find.

Picture ^^^ is to give you an idea of what the bunker looks like, only it's not bunkerbeds.

Also, if anyone can write a better description for this story, it'd be greatly appreciated.

CHAPTER ONE
Easy Life

The drive between Playfere View and Earthwick Valley is exactly seven hours, fifty three minutes and twenty seven seconds. It takes ten more minutes before the police cruiser finally reaches 178 Ostrich Road; where I will be forced to stay for the next twelve months.

From Playfere View the scenery gradually switches from tropical forests to dry golden plateaus. Unlike what I am used to, the air is not moist and hot. Here, it’s just hot.

No wonder Biton was so tan the last time I saw him, which is roughly five years ago. Before everything went wrong. He stopped visiting, calling or sending letters once he realized that Mom wasn’t going to dump her new boyfriend.

Markus was her boyfriend back then. He is now my stepfather.

“This is a joke.” Officer McMullen mutters under his breath, but I still hear him.

Since the ‘series of incidents’ my senses have sharpened considerably. Most times it’s a bother more than it is a blessing.

“Speak, officer, don’t mumble.” I fidget with the tight cuffs. The cool metal scuffs the sensitive skin around my wrist, which is already a raw red from having to endure the cuffs for the entire ride. “If you have something to say, I’d be glad to listen.”

The rookie police officer turns in his seat to glare at me. His senior partner, Officer Doe, searches for a place to park between the hordes of jeeps in the parking lot of Stavropoulos Groundwork Academy.

“This place looks like a lodge.” McMullen accuses. “After what you’ve done, you deserve no less than a couple of months in juvie. Instead, you’ve won yourself a vacation just because you’re brother is some ex-military bloke.”

McMullen is very impatient for a man who only started the job a few weeks ago. In fact, the night I overstepped, was his first as an official officer of the law. At least I made it a memorable experience.

“What’s that thing you guys always say?” I ask. “Everything you say can and will be held against you? Careful, Officer McMullen.”

Huffing, he turns right in his seat. “Whatever. Let’s just dump this brat and go home.”

Officer Doe shakes his head at his crabby partner and finally finds a parking space; directly in front of the SGA office.

I take a moment to absorb the sight while the officers exit the car. The office is a plain red-brick house with nothing remotely outstandingly expensive or grand about it. How does this look like a lodge to McMullen?

Officer McMullen yanks open the backseat door and roughly drags me out of the car. Habitually, I shy away from his touch; disliking the heat and sweat of his smooth skin.

“Let me go, prick. I can walk on my own.” I hiss, attempting to yank my arm from his firm grasp. “Seriously? Where will I run to, huh?”

Ignoring me, he pulls me up the few steps that lead to the front door. Officer Doe and a young man already wait there. The man is in his mid-twenties with a shaved head and a stoic expression.

Immediately, I’m intrigued by his ability to look past the horrific sight that is my face. Even the cops needed a moment to adjust their expressions after they first saw me a few weeks ago.