Hell to pay

2. I hate Police

"Ma'am I am sorry, but the search was declared, dead end. Wherever your sister is, either she is..."

"Don't you fucking say it. She is not dead!" I screamed at him. I never hated cops more than this.

"Than Ma'am you need to go back to work and stop worrying," I turned and slammed the door on my way out. As I was getting into my 1960 Stingray, I was mumbling under my breath. I got in and turned my favorite song on and loud to, Fallen Angels by the Black Veil Brides. As I was driving I saw a girl twirling a tampering bar, and I slow down, and roll my window down.

"Hey do you need a lift?" she nodded. I cleaned out my passenger seat, for her to sit down. She looked, dirty, she might have blonde hair, but it is too dirty to tell, she looks skin in bone, and so pale. I, don't know who she is, but she needs help, and that is precisely what I am going to do.