Gone Too Far (Police Officer/Delinquent Relationship) BOOK 1 (COMPLETED)

Chapter 7

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The first couple days at Levi's apartment were rough. I wish I could say that we meshed well together but it was hard getting use to the idea of seeing his face more then I absolutely needed to. It was bad enough that I had to spend my afternoons with him riding patrol or being stuck reading books in his office. Now I'm seeing his face when I wake up and before I go to bed.

We were sick of each other within the first day I moved in.

His paranoia was getting on my nerves. I repeatedly said that I wasn't going to tell and I meant it.

I never left the apartment once in the first week so I was irritable. Originally I didn't want to risk running into people that I knew in public looking the way I did. And then Levi became adamant that I stay indoors in case someone recognizes me out and about in his neighborhood.

I just hated being stuck in hours. I would clean most of the day , watch Dr.Phil on repeat and then have something cooked for when Levi would finish work. Day after day the routine stayed the same and everything( I MEAN EVERYTHING) that Levi would do just pissed me off. He never did anything that was outrageously unacceptable but I always found some way to blow things out of proportion. I was irritated by the simplest things; him forgetting to lock the door when he left in the morning or him making a smoothie in the morning.

I needed air, desperately.

I wanted my life to return to normal.

I want to go to parties and drink till the morning came.

I wanted to go for walks and be out in the public.

I wanted to go back home to the safety of a Sterling free environment.

Hilariously, I even wanted to go back to school with my friends.

"Maisie, where are you?"

I yelled from the washroom, "Bathroom."

Levi made his way to the washroom and peeped inside the open bathroom door, "I'm heading to the station now, need anything on my way back?"

I rubbed the bruise cream on my arms, "Umm, you know what, I'm looking a lot better. Maybe we can start up community service again today." I turned on the faucet and washed the remaining cream off my hands.

The bruises were still noticeable on my arms but so long as I wore long sleeves and put some foundation on my face I think I can go about my business again.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he said, abruptly. Then there was a long pause, he thinking his words through carefully. "Give it a few more days more."

The thought of having to spend another day in this place alone is driving me crazy.