Moving Home Inside 4 (Independent short story)
Moving Home Inside 4 Independent short story
There has been a couple of incidents during my time as a police officer in New York, the state. Once we where behind a group of youngsters in two cars. Their cars stood still at a traffic light. When the light turned green they had a race. We managed to stop one car and got those inside out. It was only two fellows. While we were talking with them one of them was able to simply grab hold on my colleague’s gun. Right after I lost mine to the other one the same way. They took the under cover police car with the guns pointed against us. Then they chased their friends with the blue and red lights on. We followed them in their car. It didn’t take us long to find them. They caught up with the others who thought they were stopped by law enforcement.
It was not in our interest to turn it into an official case, it wouldn’t look good.
Another incident happened when I was about to make an overtaking in a police car and a car showed up in the same lane going in the opposite direction. A car which blocked our escape to the right braked and we could turn right and an accident was avoided.
One time I and a colleague were the first patrol to arrive outside a bank during a bank robbery. After a while came a S.W.A.T team and a car from the fire department. The fire-fighters were prepared for this task. They broke the doors open and right after the masked S.W.A.T team stormed the bank. No attempt to contact the robbers before and about that my colleague said.
-They must have intel on this.
It was over right away and no one got hurt. The prisoner transport left and the police in charge arrived. The one we expected would make the calls. But then it was all over. The catch was that the S.W.A.T team, the prisoner transport and the fire-fighters were in on it. They were with the robbers.
Yeah, that was us.
I grew up in the same state without any friends. My parents spent a lot of time with Shenae’s parents. She knew through her parents about my social situation and she never wanted to be alone. So when she didn’t have anyone to hang with she came over. We lived on the same street. It began when I was eight and she was eleven. It went on until she went to college.
She was always interested in me, wanted me to be her boyfriend, all those years. Kept hitting on me as soon she got inspired. She also always wondered why I didn’t want her. I told her the truth, that she was my dreamgirl and that I always was in love with her, but that I couldn’t.
She said it didn’t matter what the problem was.
Sometimes when she got sad after being rejected I told her to lift up my T-shirt and and she would get it. But she never did. I used Indian ink to paint crosses on both my arms below the shoulders every day until I got tattoos. I couldn’t have married an atheist.
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