MacKenzie Rivas might been a bitch when we brought her, cold and distant but she when you get to know her she's a enthusiastic girl...That could kill you if she felt like it.
She's not that big of a talker. She's extremely smart and intuitive. She'...
I yell in ecstasy with the wind blowing my dirty-blonde hair in different directions. Cheeks flushed from the cold wind blasting in my face, I narrow my eyes so the wind doesn't trouble my eyes.
The sun shines brightly over me, making it look like I'm bathed in a golden curtain. My hair turns to gold under the lustrous yellow shower.
Today is a fine day, I think to myself.
I smile wider when the sirens blare from behind me, blue and red lights twinkling. A fine day indeed. I smirk.
"Come on, boys! That all you got?!" I yell over my shoulder. Pressing on the gas. Soon the patrols are only a faint blue and red memory in the rear view mirrors. I laugh loudly. Lame-ass cops couldn't keep up. I spoke too soon.
My laughter is interrupted as I'm yanked away from the bike. The force of impact sending me forward. I hit the asphalt of the road harshly. My side is the first part of my body to collide with the summer-hot surface. I hurt my backside, shoulder, hip bone and temple. I roll 3 times before coming to a complete stop. With a wobbly head I'm back on my feet, knees shaking underneath. I check myself, multiple scratches on my face, hands and clothes from rolling on the hard rasping street but nothing to worry about.
Five feet away, to my right, lays the stolen bike I was riding. The beautiful black and electric blue paint that once coated it now's gone to hell. Shit. I liked that bike. I look around looking for the cause of my doom. There it is.
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"Son of a bitch" I mutter under my breath as the sirens grow louder with the enclosing patrols.
The two cars park behind me, cops pulling out and taking positions with guns raised like I just stole a bank or some shit.
"What's got your panties in a twist, people? I stole a bike not some national treasure. For fucks sake" I roll my eyes annoyed with this newbies.
They don't move. I groan, "Yo Officer Douche, come on out already. We're loosing time. I got a cell to be at and you have a visit to pay to the deputy, so how 'bout we wrap this up and continue with our schedules? Good plan, right?"
Officer Douchebag comes from behind one of the cars. "You enjoy this don't you, Mac?" I shoot daggers at him, only friends get to call me Mac. I shrug with a bitch smile on my face.
He sighs making his way towards me, "Why can't you make my life easier and stay out of trouble? I thought we had talked about this, that you went back to college. Are you just that thick?" He scolds me.
I ignore him and push my wrists to him. He shakes his head and takes out the handcuffs, wrapping my wrists in the cold metallic bracelets.
He puts a hand on my back guiding me to his car. "You do know this ain't my first rodeo, right? I can walk myself, thank you very much"
