Set It Up

1SIU

"Toast to cliches and a dark past..."

North London.
2:32 am.

I clasped onto the back of Remel's neck tightly despite the fact his sweat kept making my clenched together hands slide right down to his shoulder blades. My arched back had sunk into the wall and my legs - that were cocked up in the air supported by Remel's arms - were aching by this point but I refused to change positions now. Not when I was this close.

This is what I had been anticipating all night. From the minute this boy had opened the door. To chilling on the sofa watching tv. Through his dad and I bantering him all through dinner. To us waiting for his dad to fall asleep so he wouldn't accidentally catch us in the act. Through all the foreplay. To the endless strokes. This was it. Finally.

I could spy one of my acrylics that had flown off a few seconds ago, hiding in the corner like I hadn't just spent money getting them done yesterday. I knew I was being paranoid but I could feel disappointment radiating from it. Looking at me like it was me, not it that deserved to be there. I had lasted a whole nine days being celibate and here I was fucking it up ... by getting fucked. Typical.

But I was deciding I cared less and less as the build up within me intensified with every second that etched by. "Ahh Rem- elllll... I'm about to-"

Bang! Bang! BANG!

I had been here for what felt like a hundred times before and I knew without a doubt what was coming next.

Not me, that was for sure.

"POLICE! WE HAVE A WARRANT TO SEARCH THIS PROPERTY! GET DOWN. GO! GO! DOWN! "

I gritted my teeth frustrated as Remel swiftly pulled out and scrambled for his boxers after throwing me his grey sheets to hide behind just in time for roughly five officers to come flooding through. Two all blacked out with shields and batons. Three in uniform towards the back. I could hear more downstairs. I analysed the ones with badges more closely so I would know who to report later.

The oldest of the group looked like he was throughly enjoying our discomfort. Everything about him was thin and grey. From his hair to his skin. I could already tell PC Bell was the most problematic.

Then there was PC Rogers. A young dark male with neck back cornrows who looked like he had freshly qualified from training. He had actually been in the game for four years. He was one of those who boasted of their previous lifestyle as a 'gangster' that magically transformed their life around for the greater good. He made it his business to always stop and search Remel when he saw him whilst making sure he was present at the last three previous raids.

And lastly PC Graham. A short tanned woman with scrapped up mousy brown hair who looked no more than thirty years of age. She was the only one trying to look reassuringly at me in the situation. I wasn't fooled though. I knew she was only here to play the "good cop, bad cop" game and I wasn't in the mood to play.

PC Bell was the first to address me directly. "Your name young lady?"

"Imperia Scott-Miller but you and your colleagues probably knew that already." I tried to let out sweetly but even I could hear the venom in my voice oozing out.

"Remel! I'm coming, make sure you don't say anything son!" Remel's dad hollered to us. I knew that his room was probably in the process of getting searched though and he wouldn't be allowed to move.

Remel took one long look at me before replying. "Nah, we're good over here pops."

All our hard work to avoid getting caught had officially fallen to shits.