Delinquent Manor

Chapter 2 - "At One Point I Even Threw A Stapler Off Him"

Delinquent Manor  

Chapter 2 - “At One Point I Even Threw A Stapler Off Him" 

As I reached the door and opened It I noticed Garry, another police officer standing just outside.  

"Sorry Rae" he muttered as he escorted me back to my seat and sat me down. 

"Thanks a lot Garry" I spat snapping my arms away from him. 

As Garry left the room the older man them smirked at me evilly and swiftly stood up and exited the room, probably just to show me that he could. He then popped his head back around the corner to address the other man. 

“Mr Locken please ensure Miss Stevens cooperates and have her seated in the van ready to collect her belongings whilst I phone her Aunt” 

Mr Locken nodded to the man and then turned to me smiling. 

“Come on then Sunshine, lets blow this popsicle stand” he grinned happily whilst he got to his feet.  

It was that moment that the news all came crashing down on me, and I was not happy about it one bit. 

I refuse to go, they can’t force me. I will stay here in this very seat and I will not move. And if they try to move me I will attack them. 

Inwardly I rolled my eyes, typical; it would be the case that there were no objects around me that could be used as a weapon. You would think that in a police station they would have tons of things lying around to fight people off with, what would they do if an armed thug came in and started to attack them? Throw a stapler off them? Ooo burn. I’m sure that will hurt the thug’s feelings. 

Sighing I looked up at Mr Locken who was watching me in an amused way, I guess he was waiting to see what my next move was going to be. Well I’ll let him have a clue; he will never see it coming. 

“So are you planning on not letting go of the seat?” He asks me, clearly trying his best not to laugh at me. 

HOW DID HE KNOW THAT? 

This is clearly unfair I am trying to outsmart a mind reader/genius. 

Staring up at him I narrowed my eyes slightly, both of my hands gripping the edge of the seat in case he tried to remove me by force. Believe me, I have had this happen before and it would be a hell of a lot harder for someone to remove me if I was connected to a chair of this size. 

“I’ll give you one chance to get out of the chair and follow me without a fuss” he told me in a voice that I guess was stern coming from this guy, “I’ll count to three” he informed me. 

“1…” he began. 

I looked away from him and tightened my hold on the chair. 

“2…” 

I wound my legs around the chair legs to give me extra grip, wouldn’t want me slipping off of my seat now would we? 

“3…” He finished sighing slightly as he made his way over to me. He lent down to my level so that his face was practically touching mine. Has this guy ever heard of personal space? Also this is a very unprofessional thing to be doing, I may have to inform the other guy. Maybe he’ll dock his wages.   

“Ready or not, here we go” he sang in a happy voice as he even closer and gripped the arms of my chair to prepare himself to lift it. 

Quickly changing  tactics I slowly let go of the seat and ran my hands up his arms. Locken looked down in amusement as I looked up and captured his gaze in mine.