A Gift and A Curse

Chapter 1 Trying to become a detective

Don't worry i am still writing Through the threshold i just had this one in my mind alot. there is another coming out soon too called the hybrid read it :D well heres a new story.

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Standing there waiting for my dad to get done with this suspect. I growl lightly under my breath. I let my mind worm its way into the suspects mind.

                {They'll never find it. never never. They ain't smart enough to look in the in the books for the drugs}

                I roll my eyes and hold my breath while my father drills the same damn questions. I look at the chef of police and smile lightly at him.

                "Hey Chef is it ok if I have a go at it?" I asked sometimes they let me sometimes they don't. henodded his head. I saunter in smiling my dad looks at me and narrows his eyes at me. "Mr. Sanders let me get this straight your not on drugs?" I ask knowing full well that he is on drugs right now while I'm asking these stupid questions. You really think criminals would be smarter. He shakes his head, I laugh at this worming my way back into his mind again.

                {Damn who the hell is the little hottie. mmmm I love those eyes two different colors of blue.mmm the things I would do to her if Detective Storm and Detective Hartnet weren't here. I should start paying attention to what she is talking about}

                "Mr. Sanders please stop looking at me like I'm a goddamn piece of meat. Let me reiterateyou. If you want I can have Detective Storm and his partner Detective Hartnet looking into your books for your stash of acid, 8 ounces of weed, few kilos of cocaine, the ecstasy, and the meth you have stored." I said a little to confident. I wasn't sure about the weed but everything else I was. "Do you Mr. Sanders?" he shrugged and smirked at me.

                {F*ck f*ck f*ck, sexy chick is feisty. I should probably say something like deny thats where they are..}"Miss feisty you can look anywhere you want you won't find any of that especially the meth. I'm a good boy ask my parole officer." He said with a smirk god he reminds me of how my best friend was before I kicked his ass in first grade.{Thats right I went there. honestly how the f*ck does she know this shit.}

                "Haillee stop he doesn't knows anythi-"

                "Dective Hartnet have officer Morrisen look in the stack of books make sure to look in the binders tear the f*cking books apart if I have to I'll go there myself." I said to my dad's parnter raising my eyebrow at Mr. Sanders who is now shifting uncomfortably in his seat. I smirked at him and walked out. when I reached the door I turned around. "Mr. Sanders stare at my ass like that and my father a.k.a Detective Storm will make sure you go into the prison cell that has the worst sex affenders that he's picked up."

                {You've got to be shitting me thats Detective storm's daughter. Shit.} I smirked at that thought.

                I should probably back it up a little my name is Haillee Kari Storm. My nicknames are normally Hails, or Storm, sometimes by my best friend I'm called Lee. If you couldn't figure it out I can read minds. Yes I know how 'Twilight' or 'X-Man' of me, but I was born this way I'm not a mutant or vampire. I read everyone's mind but my best friend Deacon and his twin brother's, I can read their minds I just avoid it,Deac is a huge pervert and I’d rather not know whats going on in Zeke’s mind. My dad is a detective, I have two older brothers and a younger brother and another little brother on the way. My brothers names are from oldest to youngest Rayn, Raiden, and my youngest brother is named Chase. My mom is pregnant with a boy that they are naming Romeo because our neighbors are having a baby girl named Juliet I think its sweet. My mom is a writer so we have decent money.