Things Unsaid
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I was awakened in the early hours of the morning several loud knocks on the door.
"Police, open up" I had heard through the thick oaken door. I looked out the window and seen two police officers standing outside, hands on their police issued handguns.
At that moment my mind began to race as I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do. I backed away from the window, turned around instantly and ran to back to my bedroom.
"Wake up", I spoke softly but abruptly.
"Are you out of your m...." Kim was about to say as I was pulling her out of bed, until I put my hand over her mouth.
"Shhh, be quiet, do as I say and don't argue." I said, finally managing to pull her from the bed, she looked at me and nodded in agreement seeing the serious look on my face. "Go out the window and I want you to crawl along the roof until you get to the attic door, can you do that?" she nodded in agreement.
I turned back towards the door. Right before I got to the door I turned to check to see that she had done as I said. I opened the door.
"Morning officers, what may I do for you" I spoke as if they were disturbing me. In a way I guess you could say they were.
"Are you Connor Wescow?" The short police officer on the left had asked me. I made a quick profile of him as he spoke to me. Short, about 5'5", short dirty blonde hair, very muscular, looked as if he hadn't shaved for a couple of days, and looked to be pissed off. The officer to his right was average height, 6'0, brown hair with gray around the temples, not exactly muscular but not average either, he seemed to be in a better mood with the professional look about him.
"Yeah, I am" I replied to the first police officer.
"We have a warrant to search your apartment. We believe you are harboring a fugitive by the name of Kimberly Massey." I nodded, stepped aside and allowed them to pass to begin their search.
They had searched through the rooms with nothing to turn up. Once they reached the bedroom they turned to me.
"Sir, do you live alone?" the larger officer asked.
"Yes I do officer, is that a problem?" I replied smartly.
"I don't suppose you are the one wearing these female clothes that are sprawled out through the room, do these belong to Kimberly Massey?"
"I don't know who this Kimberly Massey is that you two keep speaking of, but as far as I know, bringing a girl home with me every now and then isn't illegal, am I correct?"
They ignored my question and continued searching. An hour went by and they finally gave up, they didn't find anything that could convince them that I was lying to their faces.
"Keep your nose clean Wescow, I'll be watching you. You may have gotten lucky this time but that doesn't mean it will happen twice." The shorter cop said angrily as they were leaving my apartment.
I dropped into my chair, lit a cigarette and exhaled more than needed. I had succeeded.
"Police, open up" I had heard through the thick oaken door. I looked out the window and seen two police officers standing outside, hands on their police issued handguns.
At that moment my mind began to race as I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do. I backed away from the window, turned around instantly and ran to back to my bedroom.
"Wake up", I spoke softly but abruptly.
"Are you out of your m...." Kim was about to say as I was pulling her out of bed, until I put my hand over her mouth.
"Shhh, be quiet, do as I say and don't argue." I said, finally managing to pull her from the bed, she looked at me and nodded in agreement seeing the serious look on my face. "Go out the window and I want you to crawl along the roof until you get to the attic door, can you do that?" she nodded in agreement.
I turned back towards the door. Right before I got to the door I turned to check to see that she had done as I said. I opened the door.
"Morning officers, what may I do for you" I spoke as if they were disturbing me. In a way I guess you could say they were.
"Are you Connor Wescow?" The short police officer on the left had asked me. I made a quick profile of him as he spoke to me. Short, about 5'5", short dirty blonde hair, very muscular, looked as if he hadn't shaved for a couple of days, and looked to be pissed off. The officer to his right was average height, 6'0, brown hair with gray around the temples, not exactly muscular but not average either, he seemed to be in a better mood with the professional look about him.
"Yeah, I am" I replied to the first police officer.
"We have a warrant to search your apartment. We believe you are harboring a fugitive by the name of Kimberly Massey." I nodded, stepped aside and allowed them to pass to begin their search.
They had searched through the rooms with nothing to turn up. Once they reached the bedroom they turned to me.
"Sir, do you live alone?" the larger officer asked.
"Yes I do officer, is that a problem?" I replied smartly.
"I don't suppose you are the one wearing these female clothes that are sprawled out through the room, do these belong to Kimberly Massey?"
"I don't know who this Kimberly Massey is that you two keep speaking of, but as far as I know, bringing a girl home with me every now and then isn't illegal, am I correct?"
They ignored my question and continued searching. An hour went by and they finally gave up, they didn't find anything that could convince them that I was lying to their faces.
"Keep your nose clean Wescow, I'll be watching you. You may have gotten lucky this time but that doesn't mean it will happen twice." The shorter cop said angrily as they were leaving my apartment.
I dropped into my chair, lit a cigarette and exhaled more than needed. I had succeeded.
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