Im assuming you will be providing Miss Millers bail?

Millie snapped out of her thoughts.

Yes.

Please take a seat.

Millie sat down on the uncomfy plastic chair which resided against a wall scattered with posters about law and crime. Resting her head back she looked up at the white ceiling, the odd stain of wear and damp seeping through the plaster. Millie had hoped it would be a long time before she saw this place again. When Max had been living with her she had been a regular at the station and the station number had been on speed dial on her house phone and mobile. All the officers had known Max and knew exactly what she got up to. The amount of money Millie ended up throwing away just to stop her baby sister going to jail was about as much as Max had managed to snort up her nose.

It wasn’t as if Millie had been easy on her sister, she had taken her to rehab centres, taken her to see private doctors, shrinks, everyone. For a while Max would improve and then something would happen and she would go straight back to square one. The problem was that Max wasn’t stupid, she was an intelligent woman and knew exactly what she was doing, it was the drugs which had given her mood swings and her violent temperament. Now it seemed she had resided herself to this self torture she so adamantly wanted to put herself through. Help just wasn’t an option, she wanted to deal with life as she saw fit. Which was through a drug induced coma; unfeeling, inhuman.

It used to upset Millie to see her sister in such a state, but now it was all she could remember. Long gone were the memories of them as children, playing, fighting and laughing. Their parents encouraging them to be the best they could be, Millie with her art and Max with her mind for maths and anything to do with numbers. It all seemed so perfect, Millies dad had been a successful art dealer and collector which had earned him millions. Millies mum, an ex model and still turning heads after two babies and forty years behind her. They were happy, content and normal. Everything a family unit could possibly ask for.

Then there was the accident. A stab of pain shot through Millies chest as her mind recalled the hurt and pain of losing her parents. She pushed the memory away and blinked away any impending tears that threatened to show her weakness. Clearing her throat she glanced towards the desk to see the officer just sitting there, a rubber band being pulled and stretched by grimy, stubby fingers. His gaze locked and glazed at a distant spot in the corner of the room.

Millie got up and broke him out of his day dream instantly.

How much longer is this going to take? she demanded, her voice firm and lacking in emotion.

Please take a seat maam, Miss Miller will be brought out shortly. he drawled, returning his gaze to where it had been earlier.

Millie felt like grabbing the impotent, fat man and screaming into his face until he got up off his lazy ***** and did something even remotely productive. She managed to restrain herself though and began pacing the room, unwilling to sit and wait any longer.

As Millie repeatedly walked back and forth she took her mind to Trixie, her only saving grace it seemed. Her memory served her well, the blonds eyes, her smile, the soft touch of her hand. Millie felt serenity take over her troubled mind as she remembered the last time she had tasted Trixies lips, felt the distinctive fire ignite in her body at the touch of her skin.

Sighing deeply, Millie hadn’t even realised she had stopped pacing until the scrape of a door opening brought her roughly out of her warm thoughts and back into the cold reality around her.

Turning towards the noise everything else was put on mute. The beat of her heart as it sped up due to nerves and anxiety was all that filled her ears. Millies eyes met and locked with the sad, dark brown attitude of her sisters penetrable gaze.