Leo
The door busts open, letting in about a dozen police officers who throw themselves into my apartment. Their shouts fill my house and three German Shepherds frantically search the area.
I watch as three other officers follow the dogs as they move to the sink and away in uncertainty.
Two police officers walk to me. I slowly get up, glaring at them before they get to me.
How are people going to take me seriously when I look this f*****g weak?
“What the f**k?” I roar in a low tone, keeping my eyes on them. The rest of the officers are not paying attention. Instead, they search the cupboards, yelling at each other to work faster.
“Sir, you are under suspicion.” One officer who looks young, and probably fresh out of the academy, says timidly.
“For what?”
“Drug creation,” the auth
