McCann.

Chapter 1 - " I should just leave all of this behind me? "

Kaylees point of view:

>> Satchmore! <<

Ugh, what the hell? Workmate Anderson is never really going to be a morning person, isn't she? I fake a smile while turning my head a little, trying not to look in her green small eyes. Eyes which are able to burn in your soul even though you don't look right into them.

>> Yes, Mrs? <<

She stands up, grabbing a big pile of documents and points at the door.

>> We have to work. Room A. <<

I groan, trying not to let her hear because she already knows how much I hate this job. Last time she held a speech which - I thought - was never going to end. And you can trust me if I say I don't want to listen to that again.

>> Okay <<, I answer, looking at the big black clock above the table.

Great, still eight hours of work left.
I can't remember for whatever reason I was so excited to do my work placement at the police station. The first days were great, won't deny it. I learned how to use a gun and how to cuff someone but since yesterday I'm just sitting on a table, doing paper work from morning to night.
It's getting boring.

I follow Anderson into room A which isn't far away from the room we were sitting in.
I hope there isn't more paper work to do or I'll die, I'm not kidding.
It sucks, I -

>> Satchmore? Are you listening to me? <<, my workmate asks.

I nod fast and bit my lip. Maybe I should listen to what she says or already said.

>> Good. You can work on the new prisoner list and enregister​ them to the computer <<, Anderson explains.

Closing my eyes I take a deep breath to stay calm. This is your job, you better start now and maybe you'll finish soon. The voice inside my head was right, I should hurry up. I open my eyes, sit down on the chair and begin to check out the list. It's everything but interesting , until I read a name. A name of someone I know well, maybe also too well. I gasp for air and blink a few times, just to assure myself I read the right name. I did. Justin Bieber is one of the new prisoners.

How is that possible? I mean, it isn't new to me that he got caught by the cops but what the hell did he do this time to get arrested? Is this one of his stupid games? After I broke up with him I told him I don't want to see him anymore. He was pissed after that, whereever I went there was him, following me and begging for a second chance. But I couldn't forgive him then and I won't forgive him now, if that's what he's trying to ask for - my forgiveness. 

I shake my head, trying to distract myself from this shit. Annoyed I open the computer program I'm going to need and I start with my work. McKingston... I type his name and sigh. Lightwood, Adams, Farnsworth... Looking at their passport pictures I can't help but chuckle. They look, well, kinda funny. Bieber... I gulp and roll my eyes. You're not going to drop this subject, are you? But how am I supposed to forget about everything he did to me? He literally destroyed my life and I should just leave all of that behind me and move on? 

As much as I want to, I can't. And the fact that I'll see him nearly everyday because I have to bring lunch to the prisoners, makes everything worse. Well done Kaylee, you're such a drama queen. I'm not. You are. Shut up. Oh my god. He's driving me crazy I even start monologizing because of him.

>> Are you done? << 

Andersons voice brings me back to reality. I look up, avoiding her pervious gaze. Searching desperately for a lie I could tell her, I try to hide my face behind my long brown and curly hair.

>> No, not really <<, I admit while praying to God that she won't hold a speech again.

>> Well <<, she spits >> then hurry up. <<

After two hours of work which I honestly spent thinking about Justin and what a dick he was and still is, I fall back into my seat and sigh. Anderson went away an hour ago saying she would help our boss but I think she just didn't have mind to work today. I decide to go to the toilett because I really need to for half an hour.

Standing up and walking to the door I throw a glance at my phone. I roll my eyes when I see the messages Chiara, my best friend, sent me. 

'Justin got arrested ' 

' You guys talked? '

' What are you going to do? '

' Something happened? '

' Kaylee? '

I make sure nobody is watching me before I type an answer. 

' I know, everything is okay, don't worry. No, we didn't talk and we're not going to. You know what he did to me. By the way, I'm at work. I'll text you later. '

I put my phone back into my pocket and open the door to the toilett when I hear someone screaming my name. I trun around, panic sending shivers through my whole body. What the hell happened?

>> Satchmore? Satchmore! <<, the person at the other end of the corridor screams. 

>> Yes? What's wrong? Can I help you? <<, I ask friendly, trying not to show my fear of what's going to come next.

The person moves over in my direction. It's a man, a little taller than me and with a good-natured facial expression. I recognize it was my boss and smile. He's the only friendy one here and also the only one I like. The other workmates are quiet and don't say a word even though I'm asking for help - nothing. 

>> I have to do something really important. Can you do me a favor, please? <<, he demands and I nod.

>> Of course, Sir <<, I said and bit my lip. I should have thought about what I just said because I have no clue what he wants me to do.  I could be anything. But he's my boss. I kinda had to. 

Mr Preston smiles grateful and clears his troath.

>> There's a guy. Actually I should bring him to his cell but, as I just said, I have to soemthing more important. You know how to bring him there, right? <<

My heart beats faster. I'm not ready for this. Sure, they told me how to do it but I don't know how, I mean he's a criminal guy. He could hit me to the floor within two or three seconds. But I can't refuse his urgent request.

>> Uhm.. Sure <<, I stutter and fake a smile.

My boss waves at me and disappears behind a door with a sign on it that says 'Emergence'. What could have happened? Shaking my head I lick my lips, this isn't anything of my business. I take a deep breath before walking down the corridor. 

I become more nervous with every step I take. Next time I will defenitly not do my work placement at the police. Never again. Too many risks.

Five meters away there's a glass door. I can see the guy my boss was talking about. He stands with the back to me, not showing his face. His hands are fixed with bracelets causing me to breath out in relief. At least he can't hit me. 

As I come closer to the guy I start to check him out. He's wearing black pants, black Supras and a black leather jacket that doesn't seem to be very cheap. You can't see his arms but you can tell that they're muscular - not just a little bit. Something inside me knows that when he finally turns around he'll be hot as hell.

Groaning about my stupidity I open the door. The guy instantly turns around and his eyes meet mine. I stand rooted to the ground, my heart acting like a roller coaster. It's him.

It's Justin.