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"Ugh!"

The girl grunted from the overexerting effort, trying to use as much force as possible as she pushed and pushed at the stubborn drawer with all her might, to no avail.

She turned around and propped her butt against it, repeteadly baging herself against it until her muscles hurt, her frustration and annoyance skyrocketing as she cursed out loud,

"God damnit!!"

"Letty? Is everything allright?" Her father's worried tone travelled through the house all the way from downstairs, receiving a simple answer,

"Yeah!"

She blew those wild strands away from her face as she haphazardly looked around her new room at the sea of scattered clothes and objects, that certain view giving her an even bigger sense of discouragement and despair, feeling a massive headache starting to install as she dejectedly turned around and looked at the stupid wooden drawer that simply refused to close.

"Fuck you and fuck this shit," She angrily pointed a finger at it as she spoke as if it could actually understand her, her anger quickly dissolving back into that pressing sense of despair, her lips escaping a whine as she once again looked around at all the things she had to arrange and install into her new bedroom.

"Why, just why?"

She hated moving. She'd discovered she hated it ever since she started to realize that with every time she and her family moved to another city or even state, she'd lose friends, things she'd grown accustomed to and even the opportunity of having a boyfriend, as it turns out.

She'd barely got to know her friends and classmates a little better when her father came one night and announced that he'd completed his mission and that they had to move out again, for safety measures as the protocol instructed.

Damn protocol.

She swore right then and there that she'd never marry or even date a cop, no matter how strong the feelings or how hot he looked. It just wasn't worth the pain. She'd seen how much her mother suffered, behind closed doors and in the dead of the night when she thought that her daughter was long asleep, crying her heart out and praying to every god there existed for her husband's safety and wellbeing.

She didn't need that. She wanted a normal, happy life for once.

She loved her father with all her heart but she absolutely hated what he did for a living. Sure, he was saving other people's lives but what about his? What about his own family's?

What about their own safety? What about their lives?

"To hell with our lives!" She thought out loud, giving that damned ancient drawer another harsh and audible shove with her hip, only managing to hurt herself in the process.

"Ow! Fuck!" She stumbled back and clutched onto the side of her hip in pain, watching the front part of the infuriating drawer detach from its holding pieces and fall on the carpeted floor, followed by all the things she'd previously shoved inside.

Mouth agape as she stared at it, she failed to hear her father's thundering footsteps climbing upstairs after the startling commotion, followed by the sound of him opening her bedroom door with a little more force than necesary.

"Mija, what happened are you-"

Her father's words were cut off by the sound of her mother's audible gasp, the girl momentarily turning her head to look at her parents' faces, noticing their wide and thoroughly shocked stares as they looked at the heap of objects fallen on the floor.

Her brows furrowed, entirely confused by their dramatic reactions until her gaze followed their line of sight, lastly realizing that they were actually staring at her bright pink and vigorously vibrating dildo as it kept squirming on the floor like a fish on land.

"Crap,"

**

Smoothing out her dress for the millionth time, she hovered at the top of the stairs as she still felt so embarrassed to face her parents after what happened earlier today, her cheeks still burning as she remembered their shocked faces.

Never in her life did she ever think that they would get to meet her special tool buddy, Fernando.

And by such a stupid accident.

She lightly shook her head with annoyance, cursing that stupid and ancient dresser to the moon and back for its worthlessness and vindictive nature, promising to destroy it on the first occasion.

Thankfully, she could avoid having uncomfortable talks with her parents, -at least for tonight- as they were having over for dinner a new friend and co-worker of her dad's, this meaning that they will have to behave, hold civil discussions and generally be polite.

She could escape her mom's angry yelling and cursing in spanish, for now.

She sighed at the thought, putting on her brave pants as she finally descended the first few steps with stealthy and timid moves, carefully peering around before climbing down the rest of the steps and quietly making her way towards the kitchen, where her mom was already busy preparing the food whilst her dad helped around.

"Hi, papi," She meekly uttered, watching her pa completely ignore her as he busied himself with the task of filling up a pitcher with fresh and cold lemmonade, making her feel so sad and dejected.

"Go and set up the dishes, mija," Her mom instructed, keeping her gaze trained on the vegetables she was currently cutting.

Both of her parents were obviously mad at her after that utterly embarrassing moment, their refusal to look at her or even speak to her cutting a painful wound over her heart. They were both old-fashioned, convinced christians and with the fear of God, so she knew exactly what their opinion was about Fernando and that certain action he was being used for.

An utterly capital sin.

They might as well call her a wanton whore, -if they were to ever use such words- and send her away to a nunnery for penance.

"Look, I-" She started in her attempt to talk to them and explain herself, only to be cut off by the audible ring of the doorbell.

"Honey, not now," Her mom told her.

"Go and do what I've told you to,"

Letty cast her gaze downwards, her dark brown curls acting like a curtain as they covered her miserable expression, begrudgingly dragging her feet around the kitchen to fetch some dishes and cutlery before making her towards the dining room, faintly hearing her father and mother talk to another person as they'd both gone to open the door and greet their guest.

"Hey, Luke! Glad you could make it!"

"Wouldn't miss it for anything, Chris," She could hear a male's deep and smooth voice, unintentionally drawing her attention.

"Well come on in!" Her mom warmly beckoned the stranger.

"So, this is my wife, Mariah,"

"Nice to meet you,"

"My pleasure, ma'am,"

"Aww, aren't you a gentleman? Here, let me help you with these, you guys go in the dining room and make yourselves comfortable, I will go and put this wine on ice,"

She could hear shuffling and then two pairs of footsteps, her gaze raising from the table just in time to see the most attractive man she had even seen in her entire life walking beside her father as they headed her way, her arms unintentionally clutching against that last plate as if holding on for dear life as she watched him approach, so mesmerized and at the same time a little intimidated as he held his tall and muscular frame so straight and imposing in that dark blue police uniform, her own father seeming a little old and shriveled standing next to him and let me tell you, he wasn't any of those things in reality.

She thickly swallowed, her gaze meeting his honey brown one as they stopped right in front of her, casually noticing how tall he was compared to her as he looked down at her and gave her a stunning and pearly white smile.

"And this our lovely daughter, Laeticia," She barely heard her father speak as she continued to stare at the stranger, taking in his attractive masculine features as she found herself quietly saying,

"Just...Letty,"

She wasn't even quite sure he heard her until she noticed him gently outstretching his hand towards her, holding it open as he beckoned her to reach out and place her palm in his.

Tightly clutching against that plate with one hand, she timidly placed the other one in his, just noticing how small it appeared in his noticeably larger one, mere moments before she suddenly watched him lean and give it a chaste kiss, her entire body reacting as she blankly stared at his gelled and neatly combed dirty blonde hair for a moment.

"Nice to meet you, Letty,"

"I'm officer Lukas Evans, but you can call me Luke," His smooth voice caressed her ears as he straightened himself back up and introduced himself with another jaw-dropping smile, the girl nearly forgetting where she was and her own name when her mom's voice suddenly brought her back to reality as she called her from the kitchen.