Shhh...(be quiet) | Prompt Ver.

Shhh...(be quiet)

I hear a knock on the door. I quickly stand up and run to the front door. "Good morning." I say as I open the door to five men. Four of them are in blue police uniforms, while one man is in a suit. "Excuse me Ma'am, are you Juliana Burke?" The man in the suit asks. I roll my eyes. "What do you need?" "I'm Officer James Booth with the Lakeside Police Department. Last night you were caught on a security camera buying what looks like drugs," He explains, "We need to search your home."
Twenty minutes later, the house is being torn to shreds. Furniture is upside down and carpets are being torn up. I watch frantically to make sure they aren't ripping up the wood floors. I walk over the the kitchen to see what's happening with the cabinets. When I enter the doorway, I see every cabinet, drawer, and refrigerator open. I stare at the floor to make sure they haven't busted up the tile. "Ms. Burke, I have some questions to ask you." Says Officer Booth behind me. I nod my head and follow him.
On the screen I see a woman who looks like me in a dark alley. A man with a black ski mask covering his face walks up and offers something to small to see on camera. The woman hands money to the man and takes the object from him. They both nod and walk away. "We believe the object this man is handing you is some sort of cocaine. Can you confirm or deny this Ms. Burke." Says Officer Booth. I take a deep breath in. "I can not confirm nor deny this Sir." I say, leaning back to see if the police destroyed my floors. "And why is that Ms. Burke." He says. "I don't remember anything from last night because I went to a bar and got wasted." I bluntly say. Officer Booth raises his eyebrows and writes down something on a clipboard. "Ms. Burke, if the police and I find cocaine in your home, there will be serious consequences. Do you understand?" He says while looking at me in my eyes. "Yes. I do." I say as I stand up and walk to the living room.
Three hours later, I see the last police car leave the driveway. I start the replace furniture where it once was. I start with the living room. I put the couch in the corner of the room and put everything back. I leave the room looking the same as before, except for the rug.
I spent four hours making the house as it was before the police came. I decide that I've worked hard enough and that I deserve something to eat. I go into the living room and I tear up the wood until there is a hole in the floor. I reach down and pull out an arm. I take a knife, cut the hand off, and bite.