cough of discomfort clearly. His eyes shifted along with his large body. I'm surprised he even fit half of his ass on that chair. I laughed to myself.
I cleared my throat and went on. "My friends and I were all leaving at the same time. I think it was a Friday; I'm not sure, but the weather was so nice. We all sat on the lawn after school ended." Officer Fallon sat up suddenly without catching my eye. "I don't mean to be rude or anything, Miss, but can you please skip to the part where you met Monsieur Louis," he requested in an anxious tone. My eyes caught his angrily, but silently. I wasn't an outwardly expressed person. He felt my anger and sank back into his seat.
How dare he. I brought my feet down with a stomp. The echo pierced my ears and his. "I met him at a party," I replied coldly. I saw a sort of smirk cross his thin pink lips. A short chuckle followed. "Classic," he mumbled then collected the papers into a pile. "Excuse me?" I asked loudly. I grabbed the edge of the table with both my hands and pulled my body close to the surface. "What do you mean by 'classic', Officer?" I mocked the his nobility. He leaned back in his chair then explained as if he were annoyed; like he knew why this whole thing happened. "Teenagers your age, mostly young women, like you, are suckered into a promised world of candy and love. Sex. Drinks. Mix both of them and your life will be turned upside and you'll be changed forever." I stood up angrily. "I don't drink and I'm a virgin!" I yelled. He didn't move, only continued to pile the papers aimlessly. He was wasting time. My time.
I rounded the table and stood above him, glaring down to his buldging belly. "Listen to ME, Officer. I want out of here. I refuse to stay in this hell any longer. Whatever I tell you, you'll disregard as my so called 'Stockholm's Syndrome', which I do NOT suffer from! I know how to diagnose. I know what I have and what I do not have and I do not have Stockholm's Syndrome!" I exploded. My hands were clenched into fists at my sides now and I felt the heat from the lamp that I hadn't realized was there. Sweat began to build up on my forehead and on the back of my neck. I usually don't persperate. This fat police man was really starting to tick me off and I didn't like it.
I cleared my throat and went on. "My friends and I were all leaving at the same time. I think it was a Friday; I'm not sure, but the weather was so nice. We all sat on the lawn after school ended." Officer Fallon sat up suddenly without catching my eye. "I don't mean to be rude or anything, Miss, but can you please skip to the part where you met Monsieur Louis," he requested in an anxious tone. My eyes caught his angrily, but silently. I wasn't an outwardly expressed person. He felt my anger and sank back into his seat.
How dare he. I brought my feet down with a stomp. The echo pierced my ears and his. "I met him at a party," I replied coldly. I saw a sort of smirk cross his thin pink lips. A short chuckle followed. "Classic," he mumbled then collected the papers into a pile. "Excuse me?" I asked loudly. I grabbed the edge of the table with both my hands and pulled my body close to the surface. "What do you mean by 'classic', Officer?" I mocked the his nobility. He leaned back in his chair then explained as if he were annoyed; like he knew why this whole thing happened. "Teenagers your age, mostly young women, like you, are suckered into a promised world of candy and love. Sex. Drinks. Mix both of them and your life will be turned upside and you'll be changed forever." I stood up angrily. "I don't drink and I'm a virgin!" I yelled. He didn't move, only continued to pile the papers aimlessly. He was wasting time. My time.
I rounded the table and stood above him, glaring down to his buldging belly. "Listen to ME, Officer. I want out of here. I refuse to stay in this hell any longer. Whatever I tell you, you'll disregard as my so called 'Stockholm's Syndrome', which I do NOT suffer from! I know how to diagnose. I know what I have and what I do not have and I do not have Stockholm's Syndrome!" I exploded. My hands were clenched into fists at my sides now and I felt the heat from the lamp that I hadn't realized was there. Sweat began to build up on my forehead and on the back of my neck. I usually don't persperate. This fat police man was really starting to tick me off and I didn't like it.
