He took me in Handcuffs............

5

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Erica's POV:

This was surreal, unreal, I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I was in the back of a police car for goodness sakes!

But I was complaining to much, the guy driving me down town was a Greek god. When I say that I'm not exaggerating at all. His face was so masculine and his 5 o'clock shadow made him even look more manly.

I  sighed inwardly when I remembered him coming into the office just as I was about to pass out. His strong arms shooting out to catch me just as I was about to pass out. When I looked into his eyes I was lost. His eyes were so strange, but familiar at the same time. It was like running in a green forest but swimming in a pool of blue at the same time.

I was also mad at myself. Why was I crying so much? Especially in front of this handsome person. I hardly ever cry and yet I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

I have to be tough, if I show any weakness, people are going to walk all over me; like they did before.

The handsome stranger kept giving me quick glances in the rear view mirror. I kept averting my gaze, not wanting to keep looking into his eyes because I know I would never be able to stop.

I rested my head on the cool glass and watched as NYC passed by me in a blur. I could hear the stranger talking to the other cop in the car. His voice was like velvet, so smooth and no hesitations when he spoke.

I kept getting odd sensations every time I could feel him peering at me through the mirror. It was getting pretty annoying because the feeling wouldnt go away at all now.

I tried to calm myself and think since this was going to be a very long ride.

My mind started to drift to things I didn't want to think about. What my mother and father would say when they got the call that their daughter was being held in a temporary jail cell.

My father screaming at me, grabbing me by the front of my shirt and shouting in my face, like he does all the time.

I felt the tears welling up again, this time in fear of my father. I hated my mother, she never did anything but stand my with worried eyes. For as long as I can remember my father has yelled and abused me, mentally not physically.

No mater how much of a verbal beating I get from my dad, my mother stands in the corner and waits for it to be over, not even defending her only girl.

It  made me so angry, I hated both of them. They are the reason I am the way I am, the reason I always fight, to realise my anger.

My eyes started to get droopy

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"Thank-you so much officer!" A strange voice excitedly whispered.

As I brought my self up I suddenly remembered where I was. I was at the police station and they called my parents. I must have passed out from all the crying in the car.

"She will be there first thing Saturday morning" that same voice again grew louder. Scanning the room in search for the voice I made eye with the police officer who brought me in earlier today. He was talking to my mother but seemed to be distracted, catching my eye every few seconds.

I've never seen my mother like this before. She finally had some emotion towards me and actually seemed to be trying to help me. Of course this was probably because she wasn't facing my father. It's funny because the second he jumps in and takes things into his own hands, my mother will be gone before you can say help.

As I shifted in my seat, I must've caught my mother's attention because her eyes grew wider as she was intensely staring at me. I couldn't tell if she was looking at me with anger or sorrow but I knew that either way I was going to get it once I got home.

The police officer scanned me from head to toe and looked at me with a smug smile on his face. Was he checking me out? As he broke stare with my mother, he approached me with stiffness in his walk. I couldn't help but drool over his toned biceps hovering over me as he placed his hand on my shoulder. Surely this sexy man couldn't feel the least bit attracted towards me. I mean c'mon he was this heavenly man while I was just a typical troubled teen.

My chest-stiffened and my heart started racing beyond control. What was this guy doing to me? I kept my cool which was almost impossible.

"Looks like you're going to be working for me.... kid" he said with a slight grin.

My heart instantly sank. He called me kid? Was he serious? I know I'm only 16 but I'm definitely not a child. I am Erica Forks for goodness sakes.... the hot bad girl, not the 'kid'. If he thinks that I can't handle whatever or whoever he thinks he is- he's wrong. And I'm going to show him.

"With pleasure sir"

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