Officer Scott
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"I-I'll call the Chief of Police." I threatened. He raised his eyebrows at me in amusement. I didn't understand why he found my warning so funny, I was dead serious. I had the Chief of Police of London's number on my fridge and I wasn't afraid to use it.
"Call him." Officer Scott dared with that notorious smirk, "and tell him that Caleb says hello."
"Fuck you." I snarled angrily. I never cursed. Never. IF I ever did curse, that familiar taste of soap would fill my mouth. Even if my mother wasn't there to force soap down my throat, she had instilled such an obsessive adherence to cursing in me, that I rarely did it.
And just as I thought, as soon as I spoke the bitter word, that disgusting taste filled my mouth. But I couldn't help it. He wasn't even taking my threat seriously. No one had ever made me feel as incompetent, and small, and worthless, and insubstantial as Officer Scott did. And he clearly had ties to people in high up places. My threat to call his boss did nothing to even cause him to falter. He didn't even think twice about it. It was as if he was completely untouchable.
"Are you offering?" He leaned towards me. I crossed my arms over my chest with an angry huff.
"You're such an-"
"Pull up you shirt." His husky voice interrupted me. My eyes fluttered in surprise at his abrupt request and I was suddenly at loss for words.
"What.... N-no!" I shook my head to further convey my point. Officer Scott loomed over me and tsked.
"Now, now, Summer." He patronized.
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After fleeing her home on her eighteenth birthday, Summer "Red" Redwood finds herself in London, where she meets Officer Caleb Scott.
Caleb Scott is a jerk.
Summer Redwood had the pleasure of finding that out every single time he pulled her over to harass her. But she has other issues to worry about, and running away isn't an option.
Not this time.
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