Chapter Seven

My head rises instantly. Now everyone looks shocked and scared. I’m still confused. When their idiotic friend sticks them up and has a gun to someone’s head, everyone is fine with it. When police is at the door they’re running around like headless chickens. They so have their priorities wrong.

I run to the back of the room to see if I could try and find a hiding space. I squeeze myself under the table. I hope they don’t see me here. Everyone is rushing around to try and get rid of the brown, the white, the blue or whatever colour the name of the drugs are.

The police start to bang down the door even harder, which in turn made everyone run up and down even more like headless chickens. The fourth bang, and they are in. All the ex-convict lookalikes stop in their tracks as they know there is nowhere to run and definitely nowhere else to hide. I’ve never witnessed such a catastrophe. The police came in and take all of them one by one. I am scared to death in my hiding place. I hope no one sees me. Most importantly, I hope no one grasps me up. I doubt anyone has seen me or even realized I was still there as everyone was too busy trying to make a run for it themselves. Whilst some of the police take out everyone to the van, the rest of the police are inside, searching and digging to see what they can find. They were searching for about two hours. This has been the longest, scariest, most uncomfortable two hours of my life.

God is on my side. I have no clue how they have managed to miss me after such an intense search. Not that I’m complaining or anything, but I’m just wondering.

They are about to leave and no one has seen me. I feel like I can finally breathe now.

I’m scared to actually leave my spot until I know the coast is clear for at least twenty minutes. It’s a good thing I thought that way – five minutes later they have left, one of the police officers came running back in. Right there and then I feel like I want to pass out. So many different things are running through my mind. I’m thinking, I don’t want to go prison as that’s no place for Sammie Miller. I can’t imagine myself being in such a hellhole. Mind you, my house is no better, but at least I still have my freedom.

The policeman came in and paused as if he had spotted something. My heart suddenly skipped a beat. He takes one step forward and looks all the way around. My heart suddenly skipped two beats. He looks straight over at my hiding place. The palms of my hands started to get sweatier, my hands are shaking like I have rabies, and a migraine took over my head.

Through the cloth which I use as my peephole, my eyes and his made four. I close my eyes tight so that I can feel better. I’m trying not to breathe but it’s getting heavier and heavier. I open my eyes again, wishing all of this is a horrible nightmare, but unfortunately it is reality. My eyes and his eyes made four once again and I have no idea what to do with myself. He takes three steps closer and stretches his hand to reach for my cloth that is shielding me. I place my hands over my mouth to stop myself from screaming. His hands got closer and closer to the cloth, and he picks up a piece of paper that is on top of the table. I can’t even swallow my saliva at this precise moment in time. My eyes are full of tears and my body is full of fear. One of his colleagues calls him from outside to tell him that they need to go. That’s the best news I’ve heard all day. The police officer places the paper in his pocket and rushes back outside.