'Get on the ground now' is shouted, the echo ringing through the air. Shit!
I run, leaving Sam and jack behind. My hearts pounding in my chest, my bloods pumping, my adrenalines racing sky high.
I jump up onto the rusty black fence, it creaks in protest under my body weight, climbing to the top I haul my ass over and jump down onto the closed bin sitting on the other side. That's when I'm grabbed by two meaty hands and thrown to the floor aggressively.
I squirm and try to fight the police officer off but he manages to grab one of my hands, cuffing it. We're like this for a few minutes, battling each other for dominance.
Another officer comes running over to help, his feet thundering against the ground in his haste. I'm still fighting though but eventually it's of no use, my other hand is soon cuffed too. I can't get away now, I give up my fighting while the arresting officer reads out my rights.
I'm unwillingly hauled up and dragged to the police van waiting at the end of the alley, the lights are still flashing, lighting up the end of the alley.
As soon as the door opens I'm shoved in, landing on the floor unceremoniously, groaning in discomfort. The door slams shut so I kick at the cage continuously, it's a futile attempt to get out. I know what's coming, I've broken the law again and my mums stupid curfew of 9pm, she's going to be livid when she sees me.
The free ride to the police station doesn't take long. I'm still kicking at the cage, annoying the officers in the front of the van.
We pull into the station, I know as the van stops then I can hear the gates opening, we pull in and the van stops. The ignition switches off.
An officer opens the back doors of the van, while the officers in the front get out.
'Calm down, girl, or I can't get you out' he shouts. 'Fuck you' I spit venomously at him.
He doesn't bother trying anymore as he radios to someone, I can just about hear him over the racket I'm making. I'm like this every time I'm brought in, I don't know why they even bother.
A few minutes later John comes out of the custody suite door.
I could spot him anywhere, his plump tummy and bald head are the tell tale signs it's him.
He's the custody Sargent at the local police station. His known me for years, we don't have a bad relationship to be fair, he is the only person I don't mind touching me while I'm here.
'Hope' he shouts loudly, gaining my attention.
I stop kicking and peak through the cage bars at him, his frowning, his arms are crossed, he seems disappointed seeing me. I don't blame him to be honest. I'm trouble. I always have been! I doubt I'll ever change.
'Get me out of here or I'm going to lose my shit' I scream which cause John to chuckle heartily, then his holding his hand up to stop me.
'promise you'll come in nicely' I fake a loud laugh 'I don't want to go in there, I fucking hate it'
'you know how this goes hope, I've got to book you in' he sighs heavily, watching me contemplate my limited options.
I'm silent for a moment. I can't keep this defiance up or I'm going to end up being dragged out unwillingly or I'll get tasered.
'Fine, I'll come quietly' I agree dejectedly 'but I want these cuffs off' I grit out through clenched teeth. They fucking hurt!
John gestures for the arresting officer to unlock the cage with his arm, the officer pulls me out forcefully. I pull away from him as soon as I'm steady on my feet, I hate people manhandling me.
'Don't fucking touch me' I scream at him, while John grabs my shoulder and pulls me along into the custody sweet. He knows me too well!
'That's enough hope! Come' he says sternly.
When we get in John releases me,
'Stand in the box hope' he says while he walks around the custody desk.
He takes his seat then he asks the normal boring questions of my name and date of birth.
I'm pissed I have to go through these again. I answered them last night too.
'John nothings changed since yesterday' I snap at him which makes him chuckle lightly. Once his composed himself he then asks for the offences, resisting arrest, arson, criminal damage and anti social behaviour.
John gets a female officer to frisk search me, he watches closely, his hand on the panic button.
He knows me too well. He now likes to take precautions. I'm scowling at the woman, she's edgy, skittish, as soon as she's done with the search she whips her arms back to herself and practically runs away.
When the search is over John takes me for my mug shot then he does my prints. He offers me a phone call but I decline. I don't want or need my mother ranting down the phone at me right now, John can deal with that.
Once I'm processed I'm taken to cell block 3, he puts me in the first one. I'm normally in this one!
I'm apparently high risk, according to John.
'You want a book?' John asks while undoing the cuffs, I snort back at him and walk into the cell. The door closes with a loud bang and then it's locked so I lay down on the blue mattress, on top of the wooden bench and fall asleep.
It's going to be another long night again.