Love.

I lay there, I was in love with the rookie what was I thinking. I looked at his face and decided either way it wouldn’t end well so I turned over and ‘fell’ asleep. I heard the nurse say ‘’ah that’s fine she will be drowsy for a while, I heard you saved her life.’’

It was late when I ‘woke up’ the rookie had fallen asleep in his chair, I wasn’t going to escape him was i? Does he love me? Then it hit my action plan I sleep now get discharged tomorrow, ask the rookie weather he loved me and go from there. So I set out on the first part of my plan and tried to sleep.

The next day I woke up the rookie had packed all my things in to a bag. I woke up and looked down my bed to see a note at the end of my bed it said ‘hope you had a good night I’ll be back at ten to take you home, hope we can talk then’ then the biggest thing was at the bottom it just said ‘p.s I love you’. That was it, my worry was gone he loved me to I could talk to him properly me and him not the super intendant and the rookie.

He came in smile on his face but behind that smile was questions and lots of them. He walked up to me and just as he was about to open his mouth when it just came out of me ‘’yes I do love you’’ I saw the questions behind his smile just go, and he really smiled a true 100% smile. I thought as he insisted on wheeling me to my car I might end up happy for once, but then I thought if this goes wrong what will this do to him? And his life?

We got to my house. I opened the door I think I was capable of opening a door, the rookie on the other hand thought I would make me worse and I would over do it and blah blah blah. No matter what he said I was going back to work next month whether he liked it or not. I sat on the sofa you and he decided we would talk so out it all came yes I was in love with him and I was glad to hear that yes he loved me too. After he had it all out he ran and got a DVD and some ice cream, he came back with 50 first dates and cookie dough ice cream both of which I loved so I snuggled in to his arm and set about demolishing the ice cream. I turned to him as said ‘’well if we’re going to date I should know your name.’’ he turned to me and said ‘’my name is Marcus, Marcus Spencer’’

I was woken by a BANG, BANG, BANG on the door who could it be? Marcus was still here? I got up walked to the door looked back at Marcus who looked like someone was holding a gun to the back of his head in a dark room, I held the cold metal door knob for a few seconds before I slowly twisted it and peered around the side of the door to see Detective Jones standing there in his Doctor Who coat I said ‘’hello’’ and he said ‘’we have some news on Cullum, can I come in?’’ what was I going to do, Marcus Was still sitting on the sofa with no way out of my house? My line thought was broken by Detective Jones as he said ‘’Cullum your ex-boyfriend, we have news can I come in?’’

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Name the Rookie! Give Away!

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Horror

I was horrified. I saw he still had a gun in his hand I told him he had to put it down right there and then but he shot at me and I sunk to the ground and the next thing I knew someone was holding me down. I felt him stab me with a needle the feeling of being piercing erupted through my body as I fell asleep I remember thinking how could I let this happen? What is he going to do to me? How could he do this to me?

The next thing I knew I woke up tied to a chair in this dark, damp smelling room I could see a window but not out of the window I thought I was going to die, there were needles all over the floor what can I do? I thought Jack as asleep on the other side of the room he had all my stuff laid out in front of me. I felt something under my foot I moved my foot as much as I could over it, it felt the buttons and the lines and there was a dial thing on the side then I worked out it was my tracker, but I hadn’t used it before will it make a sound if I press something? What do I do? I decided either way if I was going to die I wanted someone to know where I was. I just stamped and stamped on I could see a little red light ultimate the room, I quickly stood on it to hide the light.

I could feel the rough rope around my ankle slipping I wiggled my foot till it eventually feel off I managed to use my foot to un do my other foot, then I put both my feet on the chair to make a ball with my body and stood up and to my surprize the rope came off I got the cloth out my mouth. My next task was to find my gun, I was it placed under a box I walked over to the box and as I lifted the box I heard a shot jack had taken a shot at me missing me by millimetres it went straight through the box. I got my gun pulled the loader took a shot which got him in the foot he sunk and started bleeding like tea bag in water. I quickly picked up my radio from this puddle I pressed the soggy button requested back up.

I was walking back over to jack when he took another shot but this time he got me in my stomach it felt like someone had just shot me, it felt like someone wanted me dead and had stabbed me so hard and was twisting it and pulling it through my body, I started to feel white like when you’re driving and you don’t see the dip in the road I started to feel sleepy.

The next thing I heard was the door fly open and crash off the wall, standing there with a gun was the rookie who I meet at the crime scene earlier that day. I heard him run over I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore I felt him shaking me telling me he order me to open my eyes. He put me down and ran over to jack I heard jack groan and him being dragged along the floor then I heard the handcuff being latched onto a railing and then around jacks wrist. The rookie came straight back to me I felt him shaking me and kept calling for backup on my radio, then all of a sudden I felt an immense pressure on my abdomen he was trying to stop the bleeding. I just remember feeling wet and soggy and the stench of rotting garbage and blood that filled the room all I could hear was the rookie screaming at me to wake up and to wake up right now! I feel asleep. I was thinking in my head how nice and kind this rookie was and if he was older or I was younger I would ask him out, it was at this moment I feel in love with the un-named rookie.

I woke up in the hospital the rookie was sitting there in the chair next to my bed the nurse said he hadn’t left all day. When the nurse had gone the rookie sprung up like a Meerkat and said ‘’can I ask you a question?’’ I was thinking what could he possible want to know? Why I was with jack in that place? How I knew jack? Who jack was? I just said ‘’sure what?’’ he looked like he didn’t know how to say what he wanted to say, I was right as the next thing out his mouth as ‘’I really don’t know how you will take this but you said you loved me, do you?’’

Trapped.

I felt trapped. I didn’t know what to do or who I could tell, I was stuck trapped in the middle of investigation on my first day as super intendant. Detective Doyle walked me back to my car and said he would keep me posted. A rookie whose name I am going to make my priority to learn asked me if I was ok? Or needed a lift, I decided nobody used to be nice to me before so why not so I just said ‘’I’m fine and yes that would be lovely but you best clear it with your supervisor ‘’ he looked at me and his face dropped I asked him what was the matter? He said ‘’he’ll never let me go’’ so I just said ‘’go over there and say I said you are to drive me back to the office as a matter of urgency’’ he just looked at me in amazement he responded ‘’really?’’ I just looked at him and said ‘’go on then’’. No one ever gave me a break and this would have been my dream, I am going to change how we are treat with in the force starting with the rookies.

As we were driving back to the office when we both started pointing out people that could be arrested I was thinking finally someone who thinks the same as me and doesn’t just call it a stupid habit. I think we got 42 between us in a 45 minute drive. We walked to reception and he turned to me and said ‘’should I go back now?’’ I just said ‘’they’ll manage for a few hours’’ I found out my office was on the 13^th floor we got in the lift I think he was still amazed I asked him to stay. I we got to my office I was thinking my very own office all mine I opened the door and all the expectations built up… all that hope… all the ideas of what it will look like and I hated it, it was black and shiny, shiny who gives a cop a shiny office me + shiny = messy. So I sat down and the rookie was still in the door way I said to him he had to come and sit down and that was an order and he did as he was told.

I sat there at my horrible shiny polished black desk I was all to clean, so I got out a note book and planed how to make my office ‘normal’ I started a list and first on my list was finger prints. I stood up walked over to the glass and pressed my hands on the cold hard glass and continued around the room making sure everything had at least a few finger prints on. I turned to the rookie how now looked like someone has just walked in here and shoot everything to pieces and said ‘’what, it was too clean, now I think we should leave before cleaning get here.’’

We walled to my car and I drove him home we got to his house and he turned to me and said ‘’thanks for today it was brilliant!’’ he was about to close the door when just said ‘’53’’ I managed 56 so I just yelled ‘’56’’ I saw him walk up his long path and into his house trying to work out what he had missed.

I drove home. When I got home I walked to the door I was about to put my key in the door and I heard something move, it sounded like someone was sweeping what do I do? do I burst in? I have my gun or do I try and see who it is? Then I started to think is the key still in the planter? I took the planter, went behind my car and pushed my hand through the soil, where was my spare key my get home drunk and can’t find key key? That was it! I had a moment of weakness and a shot of adrenaline that was it who dears to break in to my house?!

I stood up, dusted the soil off me even though I still looked like I just rolled around in the soil, got out my gun pulled the loader back, went to my door, pushed the door with all the force I could summon I was about to shoot. My house looked like a crime scene covered in blood in circular movements like when someone tries to clean it up… then sitting there on the sofa was Jack Castle my ex-boyfriend holding a gun… and covered in blood.

Silence

I am dyslexic so give me break please, i have never wrote a story before so please give it a read and tell me what you think, and yes if anyone makes the connection this is based very loosely on the Chicago code. I know it is very badly puncuated sorry!

Silence

Silence, was all I heard the moment I woke up. The peacefulness of the silence was comforting, I wanted to absorb every minute of it I could. As today was my first day as super intendant, the first female super intendant in Chicago.

I was eventually ready to leave, I left the house turned the key in the door, then suddenly i had that feeling t when you forget something, I brushed it off telling myself it’s just nerves. I got to my car pressed the ‘open’ button on the keys then I remembered my gun! How could I forget my gun? Which cop forgets their gun? Then I thought I’m the new super intendant of Chicago how to day goes it up to me.

I got my gun from the bottom of my sock draw, then got my amumision from my bed side table then checked I still had my car keys and put everything in my bag. Then I steddyed myself, walked down stairs closed the door behind me, checked it was locked then walked to my car. I got in my car switched my radio on to 101.9 FM, it was at this moment when the radio said ‘’top head line body found in garbage bin’’ it was at this moment I decided I would do my first check in.

I rang through to control to ask for the details as the person picked up the phone they said '‘good morning super intendant'' I had never really seemed real until this point. I got the details put them in to the satnav and drove, I was doing better today only 23 people were in my opinion slipping through net and could have been arrested on the 40 minute drive to the crime scene which I didn’t know the name of as I am still getting used to Chicago, having never lived here before.

I arrived at the crime scene it was too sunny for me so down when my shades. I got out my car took the gun from my bag once I found it and placed it in my holder. I felt it click in to the holder it felt like everyone could hear it because at that moment everyone looked round, it felt like I was on a dark stage and the spot light had just been placed on me.

I walked over to the body that had been wrapped in bin bags and sealed with sliver tape, not the most common way to dispose of a body I thought. I looked at the face it hit me then that Callum hadn’t been home in a few days I asked if they had an ID for the john doe and then at that moment my world came crashing down in front of me as senor deceive Jones said the word that were like a fatal blow to my heart ‘’yes the john doe is Callum Doyal.’’ At this stage I didn’t know what to do apart from say Cullum’s name over and over again in my head, nobody knew we were together.

RANT! many applogies!

This blog post has not title as I do not know what to give it…

When I was little I was assessed for Dyslexia and they said I was not phonically aware so I thought nothing of it I was about 4 when I was assessed, so I went through the infants and secondary and got some help but the problems started when I went to my secondary school.

When I was going into year 7 my dad had a meeting with the coordinator for spelling problems and stuff and she said I would need help and I would get it and I got no help at all!

Now I am in year 10 I have been using a Crossbow Reading ruler science I was about 6 and I asked would I be able to use it in an exam and I was told you better check with the coordinator so I did and she said it was fine and this is where I am quite annoyed SHE DID NOT EVEN KNOW I HAD ANY SPELLING PROBLEMS so she asked if I wanted testing again so I got tested and my reading, spelling and comprehension.

The average for my ages is 85%

The reading there was 5 sections and I skipped at least 3 and that came back 98% out of 100 HOW???

The spelling was the first 20 most common words and spelt at least 6 wrong and that came back at 85% HOW??? I can remember I spelt circle and reach like this cricel and rech that’s not normal is it?

The comprehension I must of got about 10ish wrong out of 40 and that came back at about 87% how is that normal?

So I decided to do some digging on the internet and I found Dyslexia Action and I got a few leaflets one of the leaflets has a check list that is as follows:

1. Is your child bright in some subject and has a block in others?

2. Are they a slow reader?

3. Does anyone in the family have a similar problem?

4. Do they have difficulty following a list?

5. Were they a late talker?

6. Do they have problems with spelling?

7. Poor handwriting?

8. Put figures or letters the wrong way round?

9. Difficulty understanding time and tense?

10. Do they get left and right confused?

11. Do they answer questions orally and then have problems righting them down?

12. Poor sense of rhyme?

13. Do they have difficulty taking notes or copying from the board?

And 1,2,3,4,6,8,10,11,13 all apply to me and my school think there is nothing wrong me at all?

Right sorry rant over had a bad week!