Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n' Roll

(5) - Friend

Tossing and turning in the morning was so unrelaxing, I sighed. I seemed to do that a lot... I ran my hand under the deuvet against the black silk sheet, search for a Thorne, no body seemed to lay there, Hmmpt! Normally he would join me, and compress he's naked body against mine...

CRASH

I rolled onto my front, someone was in a hurry, either someone broke in, or out. ha, this was no jail.. My head was pressed against a pillow, white, though i'm sure i have smeared black eyeliner over it.. One eye was pressed into it, whilst the over was hiding behind a pile of hair that ruined my eyesight. Looking at the time 11.23 AM.. So early. I looked slightly to my left and OhMyGod!

I flipped over onto my back, and pushed myself up against the headboard as quickly as I could because 7 fully dressed police reinforcement team was surrounding my bed. "HANDS ON YOUR HEAD NOW" One of them scuffed. I don't think my eyes could pop out any further. OhMyGod! I slowly placed my hands on my head, letting go of the deuvet that covered my naked body. Thankfully it did not move. Until the someone said this "NOW GET OUT OF THE BED SLOWLY"

OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD!!! I WAS NAKED. I froze for a bit. "NOW" He screamed again. I was nervous, so nervous, so like he said, I slid out of the bed with no clothes on. I was actually shaking. I stood up straight still with hands touching my head. I think they were stuck there. Shaking, yerh that was what I was doing. I had my eyes closed and I didn't want to open them. I didn't want to see them watching me. After a minute I heard hard footsteps walk into my bedroom.

"Excuse me! Stop staring at her and wrap her in this and get in the car" He voice was broken and jarred with a cold. I would properly tell that i was smooth and almost velvet like Thorne's. However, Thornes was amazing, it made you melt inside always when he whispered in your ears. I felt a a jacket try to put on me. Someone was trying to move my hands.. I refused to move. They pulled and pulled, until he or she pulled so hard, I felt like china had been broke within. Until I realised that I was fine, I was just stuck. Still not opening my eyes, a thick heavy massive velvet inside coat was covering me. I noticed that my hands where now handcuffed and I was walking somewhere.

I opened my eyes a little. I was stood in the lift facing the mirror oppisite the door. I looked around. I found there was three enforcement guys and the dude that must of given me the coat. The jarred, croaky voice spoke up again "You are under arrest, You do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence..." I nodded. I closed my eyes again. I like the darkeness that I had consumed before. I have never been arrested before, others have.. eg Thorne, Charlie and of course Storm.  I wish i had someone to hold and hid into but i didn't. If I could be scared and cuddle into Thorne he would tell me to fucking grow up, because Quote 'Your 20 now a big girl' I hated that. The fact that if i was scared i had no-one to turn too.

I felt the coldness of the entrance at which point I was being lifted up bridal style and carried out into the cold. At first i wondered why, then i realised, that by the feel of my feet i had no shoes. I still had my hands behind my back. and I rested my face into the person that was carrying me and cried.

"Open the door for me" He asked. I heard the door open and me be placed in it. I stopped sobbing. I opened my eyes because my handcuffs were being taken off so that one hand was cuffed to the car door and the other to my hand. Meaning i had one had free to wipe the snott and water onto this guys jacket. I was the only one in the car, I looked side and noticed that all three of us had a car each. Lucky me. I had the guy that gave me the coat next to me and two police people in the front. I decided that I would pipe up and ask. I mean I was wearing some-esles coat.