Chapter 1 Fortunate. That is the word I would use to describe myself despite of being dispossessed. I sat watching a police officer drag a prostitute violently to a holding cell, which causes her to swear at him aggressively. Some words that left her mouth I have never heard of before. The worst part about this was that she looked no older than age fifteen.“What are you looking at, bitch?!” she yells. Immediately I look in the other direction, pretending I was not the only one sitting in here gawping at her.I was anxious as I sat in the same spot I was last night. This time I wasn’t here to report anything, and the best part about it was that there were different police officers working this shift. My employer had sent me here in this cold concrete hell hole to give her husband, who is the captain, some work related documents. She gave me strict orders to not open the envelope and deliver it straight to him. If my life was not on the line, I would have left them with
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