I placed the folded clean clothes on a bench in front of my locker, which was empty. I had forgotten I tossed my gear, I hope they don't charge me for that. I took off my watch and placed it next to the folded clothes. I turned on a shower in the room next door, and I grabbed a towel on my way over. I took off my clothes, and threw it in front of the shower I was in, I started to wash myself, when I suddenly thought I heard the door open, and I froze. Yikes, I was vulnerable, and I didnt want any pranks, so I stood silently, I didn't hear anything, no footsteps, no snickering, so I washed my hair, as I heard metal lightly scrape against the tile floor, I opened my eyes and got soap in my eyes. "Who's there?" I shouted, yet I heard nothing. I forced myself to open my eyes, it stung to open my eyes, and the only thing I saw was a skinny figure standing outside the shower curtain. I opened my eyes under the water to wash them out as quickly as possible, and I peaked out the shower curtain, yet no one was there. I looked down, and all of my clothes I had thrown on the floor were gone. "Who the fuck stole my clothes?!" I boomed, and my voice echoed off the walls. I heard the door open and close again, and I scoffed in frustration, and continued to wash myself.
I rubbed the towel on my hair until it wasn't sopping wet. I put on the black t-shirt, navy blue department crewneck, grey department sweatpants, and white socks Ed got for me. Everything fit perfectly, but something was missing, and it was my watch. I felt naked without my watch. "Damn it. This isn't funny Jack.." I murmured to myself. I put my shoes on, which were the only things that weren't taken, and threw the towel into the laundry bin. I opened the door frustrated walked over to my desk. "There he is! Clean as a whistle!" Jack teased, "Did you take my shit?" I growled at Jack. "What? No, why would I want your garbage and cologne scented clothes?" He laughed. I sat down at my desk and leaned over towards him, "Someone came into the shower rooms, and they took my clothes that I threw on the floor, and my watch." I complained "Then don't throw your shit on the floor?" Jack stated sarcastically. "You're no help!" I whined. "I'm riot control, not a detective, go ask Thomas across the hall to find your shit!" Jack laughed. I rolled my eyes and opened the file on my desk, and started to write a report for the riot.
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Forbidden Love
RomanceIn 2038, crime and riots are rampant in the United States. Police are not allowed to communicate with civilians, as they are all seen as "unstable" Newt Miller is a riot control officer, and was a heavy rule follower, until he fell inlove with a civ...
