The Ice Skating Dream

17 - Dreams Do Come True

*Ice's P.O.V*

I rolled my eyes. Obviously, I should be more optimistic about my situation. I mean, it could have been worse. I could have been seriously injured or dead. I guess I should be thankful that I'm alive. I hope I don't starve to death trapped here.

"I need to get out of here, ASAP." I mumbled to myself. "Mr. Morgan's probably wondering where I am...No. He's not. He's more likely thinking I took off because I couldn't handle the pressure. That evil man!"

I slammed my fist into the cement wall. Damn, that hurt. Flinching, I ignored the pain and droned on, to no one in particular. "And just my luck, I forgot my freaking phone. Well, it's better at home than in the clutches of those two maniacs." I sighed. "If I had it with me, they'd likely take it."

I glanced down at my legs and kicked them to make sure nothing happened down there. "And my legs are fine. No numbness or anything. Thank goodness no damage happened to those parts of my body. The only thing damaged is my future." I whispered, sad. Then, I clenched my fists in anger. No way was I going to let those rotten crack nuts ruin my life. "My ego and confidence will remain, I cannot let those foolish pieces of mould bring me down. I pride myself on getting into this academy and so I will...Ok, I really gotta stop talking to myself."

I looked around, determined to find a way out.

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*Lisa's P.O.V (Ice's mother)*

I winked at the hot officer before me. He went from chasing Jamie off the lawn to standing in the middle of my dining room, oozing sex appeal. Tall, dark and handsome, with emeralds for eyes, he had the scent of whiskey, cigars, and some expensive cologne, all mixed into one.

In response to my winking, he let out a deep, exasperated sigh.

"So...we're back here alone." I told him, in a flirtatious manner. I went to put my hands over his chest, but he swatted them away, in annoyance.

"Will you please stop flirting with me, woman?" He glared. "I'm so tempted to take off and never look back."

I crossed my arms in anger. How could he not show me love? I needed it! I deserved it! Especially since my man was kidnapped and taken away. Which was my fault, OK, but still...every woman desires comfort. I can't stand being alone. I need a man. To hit on.

"I should get a woman officer to handle this job." The officer continued, in an angry tone. "But never know, you might hit on her, too."

I rolled my eyes as I continued to stare at him, with what I'm sure, were lovesick puppy eyes.

"And stop drooling. It's getting on my nerves." The officer burst out. "I'm not a dog in clothes to admire, I'm a human being."

I wasn't aware I was drooling. Glaring at him, I wiped away the drool.

"I'm not flirting, goon." I lied. Then I changed the subject. "Seriously, doofus, just help me get my boyfriend back. That's all I ask."

The officer cocked an eyebrow.

"That's all you ask but your actions say otherwise," he retorted.

I took a deep breath and then said, "Look idiot, just tell me what we should do. But first, do you want anything?"

The officer's expression immediately softened. "A cup of coffee sounds nice."

"Sure, just let me go make one—"