Hey Guys!

This is dedicated to a girl who died the other night in a car accident. She was only 15 and the grandaughter of my nana's best friend and the best friend of my cousin. I didn't know her but I've heard some pretty great stories about her. RIP

So this is Chapter Two, of Living With A Police Officer :) Hope you like it! ANGELIC_1 WAS THE AMAZING PERSON TO HELP ME OUT WITH THIS AGAIN. Longest chapter I've ever written I think.

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Chapter Two

Harmony’s POV

I lay sprawled out on the top bunk of the bunk bed in my jail sell, tossing a pebble up and down and catching it to amuse myself.

I was surprised when Stinko and Mr. Pillow pulled a couple strings and got me a cell to myself. Believe me when I say that I did not use bribery to get that to happen. They took pity on me I guess, I am a girl. They are men, put two and two together and see what you get.

I pull at the tacky orange jumpsuit I’m wearing, glaring disgusted at it. No matter how many times I begged for permission to not wear this god awful outfit, Stinko and Mr. Pillow refused telling me I had to wear it. They didn’t want Stinky to find out about the jail cell to myself even though eventually he will, but they don’t want to give him another reason to pummel them to a pulp. So now I’m stuck wearing this itchy, god awful, tacky orange jumpsuit. Could things get any worse?

I sigh loudly, rolling onto my knees. I lean over the wall making a scratch to signify how many days I’ve been in the slammer. So far, I have one. One tick. I decided to do one when I discovered a couple under the bed and one on the wall so I thought I might as well do one myself. I collapse on the bed with a moan, folding my hands together, gazing up at the ceiling.

I guess this is what it feels like to be in jail. It’s not fun, not like it’s supposed to be. Jail is for people to do their time for a crime and think about why what they did was wrong. It really is no place for someone like me to be.

I understand that I committed a crime and that when they searched me and found the drugs they thought the worse. I just wish that I had done things differently. And I’m not saying that to get out of jail, I really mean it.

I turn to face the wall, tucking my hands under my lumpy pillow. I close my eyes, trying to get some rest when I hear the clinking of keys and the rattle of metal. I turn to the source of the sound to find Stinky and Stinko standing outside my cell, Stinko unlocking the door. Stinky walks in, yanking me forcefully from the bunk, propping me upright on the floor his grip tightening on my arm.

Biting back a vengeful remark about Stinky’s man handling; I glare at him.

“Where are we going?” I mumble.

Stinko looks at me sadly, “To see the chief for questioning”

I nod, looking down at my feet. I had expected this. They’re going to question me, then book my court session and as much as I hate to admit it, I’m scared.

Stinky roughly grabs my arm, yanking me out of the room. I’ve had enough of his crap. I think to myself. I look up at Stinky who is gazing in front of him, like he’s not injuring an innocent girl by roughly grabbing her by the arm. Well, I wouldn’t say I’m innocent, I did rob a drug store. Glaring at Stinky who doesn’t see my glare, I rip my arm out of his grasp.

“Jesus women, are you trying to break my skin with your claws?” I hiss at Stinky.

Stinky glares down at me, reaching for my arm. I step back, glaring him down. “Don’t you frigging dare touch me AGAIN”

Stinko tries to step between the two of us, but Stinky stops him in his tracks with a deadly glower.

Stinky steps forwards, frowning at me.

“Listen here Missy,” Stinky hisses, “Your filth, I can do whatever I want with you and you can’t say anything” Stinky lowers his gaze to look me, or should I say, glare at me in the eye, “Would you like to know why that is Miss. Kingston?”

Glaring back at him furiously, I snap, “Do I have a choice in the matter? Like you so clearly stated a minute ago, you can do whatever you want”

Stinky chuckles bitterly, snatching my arm up in a tighter grip then before, “Your absolutely right Miss. Kingston. I can do whatever I want with you because I am a cop, and you are a criminal, I have more power then you do”

Rolling my eyes, I snap, “Thank you wise one, but I already finished school. Social studies was one of my best classes, I know about power and rights, we only learned about it in the seventh grade”

Stinky glares at me yet again, shoving me roughly into a plastic chair in the question room. “Miss. Kingston, you have a right to remain silent. And if you don’t, I will personally shut your yapper up myself, understand?”

I roll my eyes, tilting my head until I’m in his face and eye level with him. “Oh understand completely Stinky, but what you don’t seem to understand is it’s a free country and I can do whatever I please”

Stinky glares at me and raises his hand. My eyes wide, realising he’s about to slap me when Stinko’s hand shoots out and snatches Stinky’s wrist.

“Mr. Flannigan, you know you cannot abuse criminals” Stinko stats.

Stinky glares hatefully at Stinko, wrenching his arm from his grasp. “I realise that Mr. Phillips, I am the cop in charge of all you minors. Therefore, I know how to do my job and I don’t need you help with it”

Stinko backs away, raising his hands and looking down at the floor. “Sorry sir”

Stinky glares and marches out of the room. Sitting there with my wrist locked up, I pull a Harmony move. I raise my wrist and flip off Stinky, with both fingers. Stinko sees me do so and snickers; Stinky doesn’t realise and continues walking down the hall until he disappears behind the door he slammed shut.

Stinko stands up from his seat the minute Mr. Pillow walks through the doors, gently pulling my up by my arm. Without saying anything, he and Mr. Pillow lead me to a white room where a woman with greying hair hands me a black sign thing with a bunch of things written on it with white letters.

“Ooh a photo shoot” I gasp gleefully.

I pose for the camera, trying hard to keep a straight face although I’m sure we had to redo a couple. You can’t blame me; Mr. Pillow was trying to get some from the old lady running the front desk. And he was totally failing; I could see Stinko laughing quietly so I know he noticed also.

Next, the same women Mr. Pillow was flirting with who I now know as Krista, takes my finger prints, taping them into her computer with my pictures. We finish in that room and Stinko and Mr. Pillow lead me down a hall into another room where Stinko pushes me into my seat, gently.

The rusted iron door was the only thing breaking the repetitiveness of the bright white walls that happen to be hurting my eyes, causing me to squint. The only thing that actually looks like furniture in the whole entire room is an metal table sitting in front of me and the other plastic chair on the other side of the table.

I sit there bored, gazing down at my cuffed wrists, wondering how a police station could be so under equipped. I mean would it hurt to possibly have some other colour beside white? The colour maroon is harmless and it could really liven the place up. Even a nice little painting of a horse and buggy would liven this place up. It looks like a hospital, but at least a hospital has some colour and paintings on the walls.

The door creaks open again. Stinko stands upright from his slouched position against the wall as Stinky stalks in with his nose in the air. Stinky points at Stinko and says, “Out”. Stinko nods and follows Stinky out of the room. I can hear the pair arguing on the other side of the door, giggling at Stinky’s complaints about me. Finally they finish up and come back into the room. I can tell Stinky told Stinko that they were doing the good cop bad cop thing by the way Stinky stalks over to the table looking ‘scary’ and slams a manila folder on the metal table and how Stinko shoves his hands in his pockets and stands beside Stinky.

I glance around the room for Mr. Pillow but don’t see him. I wonder where he is? Either he’s:

A) Hitting it off with Krista again

B) Eating something fat and greasy

C) Calling Jenny Craig

D) Or Getting himself laid

Anyway I guess he decided to sit out. Stinky glares at me, ripping open my folder. Stinko looks at me trying to appear bored.

“I’m innocent” I scream, choking back my laughter.

I notice the twitch of Stinko’s lips and Stinky continues to keep his serious face on. Look how all composed he is.

Giggling I take the looks on their faces at my hint to continue, “I’m innocent I tell you innocent”

Stinko’s lips twitch again, playing along he asks, “Oh really? So you weren’t the one to break into the drug store?”

I shake my head, keeping on an innocent smile, “Of course not Stinko”

Stinko winks at me, “Then who did if you didn’t?”

Biting my lip I think up something quick and blurt it out the minute I come up with it. “It was my alter ego Hermia, she framed me”

Stinky gives me a look that clearly says are-you-really-that-dumb while Stinko allows a smile to escape his cool. Stinky rolls his eyes, sighing irritated.

“Miss. Kingston I see no reason why you should be playing the innocent card. We caught you in the middle of the act. And, did you alter ego tell you about the nicknames she gave us”

Nodding I lean forward folding my hands on the cold metal table, “Yes Mr. Stinky sir, that is in fact what I’m saying, and yes, I see a reason for my innocent act card playing”

Stinko chuckles, turning it quickly into a cough after receiving a warning glare from Stinky. “You’re most certainly not innocent Miss. Kingston”

Smirking I say, “True”

Stinky gazes up at the ceiling, “Then why, are you trying to play the innocent card when you KNOW your not innocent”

Smiling the most innocent smile I can muster I say, “Because Stinky, I may not be able to play the innocent card, but I can however, play the loony card.”

I cross my eyes, shrieking and hollering nonsense waving my arms all over the place. I can hear Stinko loose it and burst out laughing through my sounds that are quickly cut off when Stinky’s fist connects with the table.

“Silence” He booms.

Sighing with an eye roll I say, “This ain’t the court house pal, no need to play judge. You do now that you use a hammer when you’re a judge, not, your fist”

Stinky glowers at me, “Miss. Kingston I find your jokes very aggravating while I’m trying to do my job. You know, your so called jokes are not funny”

I widen my eyes looking shocked, “My jokes are not funny?” I gasp, “If they aren’t funny, then why is he” I point to a laughing Stinko, “laughing his ass off?”

Stinky groans reaching back to slap Stinko upside the head, “Don’t encourage her you idiot” Turning to me he says, “Stinko here is on some meds, he tends to laugh quite often, at anything even if it isn’t funny”

Stinko looks appalled at the scene and mutters, “Meds? Oh my frig”

Giggling I nod unbelievingly, “Sure thing Stinky, whatever floats your boat”

Stinky clenches his fists, flipping through my folder, ‘On to what we came here for” He mutters to himself.

He finds what he’s looking for and lifts his head to look at me in triumph. Walking around the table, Stinky crosses his arms.

“You see Miss. Kingston, Mr. Phillips and I have done our homework while you were rotting away in jail” Stinky says with a grim look, pulling another large folder from underneath the first.

Oh god, he creeped me? That old fart creeped me? Well doesn’t that make me feel comfortable sitting in the same room with a creeper. I wonder what else he knows about me?

Before Stinky can opens his mouth I open mine and shout, “I demand to see a lawyer”

Stinky frowns, “You’ll see a lawyer, when I give you permission to see a lawyer”

Frowning myself I say confidently, “Like I said Mr. Stinky, I went to school so therefore I know my rights. I want to see a lawyer now, and you’ll get me that lawyer or else bad things will come upon you”

Stinky shakes his head, “Then let the bad things come, your not getting a lawyer”

Smirking with a sigh, I lean back in my seat, “Well then, I guess you’re not getting anything out of me. I refuse to speak from this moment on until a fancy lawyer who knows what he’s doing walks through those doors”

Stinko clears his throat coming to stand beside me, “Calm down Miss. Kingston”

I turn to look at him, noting the flash of pity he has in his eyes. Thanks Stinko, even when I thought you were routing for me.

“I don’t want your god damned pity Stinko” I snarl, “You both can take your good cop bad cop routine and shove it up your asses. If you want me to say a damn word then you better get me a frigging lawyer”

Stinky lurches from his seat, slamming his pudgy fists on the table. The chair he was sitting on momentarily clatters to the ground and Stinky looks up at me with a deadly look. Looks like Stinky has finally snapped.

“Filth Miss. Kingston. That’s exactly what you are, filth! You shouldn’t have any rights after defying the law” Slamming his fists on the table again to prove his point he continues on, “You don’t want his pity? Well good because he’s not giving you any. And you won’t have to worry about getting pity from me. I don’t pity you Miss. Kingston, I know your getting what you deserve. I’ve had it with you and your jokes. I’VE HAD IT”

Silence fills the room. I hear Stinko gulp before Stinky continues with his rant, “Not only are you a druggy Miss. Kingston but you are also a stripper!”

Stinky laughs at my surprised face, “Awe Miss. Kingston, did you think us little cops wouldn’t find out about your drug dealer father and your stripper father? Well news flash honey, we aren’t as dumb as you think we are. In fact, were smarter then you and that’s a fact. All those drugs have fried your brain sells; I’m surprised you even have enough to come up with all of you witty responses. Oh, let’s not forget the fact that your obviously addicted to sleeping around you filthy whore. Your genes tell me a great deal more about you then you’ve even mentioned. Oh right, you didn’t mention anything because you’ve decided to wait for your lawyer before you speak” Stinky holds up his hand to keep me from speaking, “No Miss. Kingston do not open your damn whorish mouth. Did you even plan on speaking when your lawyer got here? Or were you planning on talking but not mentioning what you do for fun?”

By now I’m pissed. No, not pissed. I’m beyond pissed. I’m not going to let this retarded cop sit here and tell me what I am. Who is he to say that he knows me when he doesn’t know a god damn thing about me? My face reddens with rage and my fists clench at my sides.

“First of all, you don’t know me Stinky, YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME. And if you think that you can talk to me that way even if your some fancy cop in charge I’ll have you know that Harmony Kingston will not put up with your shit” I shriek.

“Secondly, I’m not a druggy. You may have found drugs in my bra but did you even think of testing me? Hell no! You just jumped to conclusions and threw me in a jail cell. I am as clean as it gets. Test me and you’ll see I’m not lying. And I’ll tell you something else, I may be a thief among other things but I sure as hell am NOT a liar. If you going to accuse me of something get your frigging records straight” I shout.

“Thirdly, yes my mother is a whore, a prostitute but that doesn’t automatically make me the same thing. You can’t say that I’m a sex addict because again you don’t know me and I am sure as hell not telling you anything about my sex life even if you are a damn cop. That is my business and not yours”

“Call my parents whatever you want, I don’t give a flying monkey’s shit. Whatever you have to call them, is probably. But if you had your records straight you would now that I haven’t seen my parents since I was sixteen! You want to know why? Because Stinky, because I ran away from my home so I wouldn’t be accused of being what they are. And look, I ran away and I’m still getting it. From a damn cop! I have not had anything to do with them ever since, I’m sure as hell that they didn’t file a missing persons report because they were glad I was gone. My parents are criminals, but do we get to pick our parents? NO! Maybe if peopled CARED, filth like me wouldn’t be robbing drug stores to keep a damn druggy from beating them to a pulp. If people cared maybe I’d have a roof over my head and some place warm to sleep at night instead of an F******* sleeping bag that I stole as a home and an empty stomach I’ve been surviving on for five days”

Calming myself down I glare at Stinky who is gazing at me shocked, “You know what I think? No, wait, do you know what I KNOW? I am NOT the filth here. You are. You think you’re so much better then me because you have god damned rights. Well think again Stinky. Think before you judge someone, because you don’t frigging know them!”

Stay seated breathing in and out through my nose to calm myself down while gazing at a wall. I can feel both cops staring at me, but I don’t care. I’ve said all I needed to say, and all Stinky needed to hear. My life may not have been a fairytale, but at least I have lived it with my head held high. I don’t take pity from anyone! That’s the way it has been, and that’s how it will always be.

Suddenly applause fills the room. Shocked, my head snaps up to the source, Stinko. Stinky’s head also snaps up shocked to look at Stinko. I catch Stinko’s eye and am surprised with the fact that swimming within the depths of his brown eyes is respect.