Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Steeling my spine, I finally scrounged up the courage to look at Cheyenne. I flinched at the fury I saw there. I knew she was pissed, but she looked like I ran over her cat, and then backed up and did it again to make sure I really got it.
“I’m assuming you’re pissy because I wouldn’t let Sam bring you to the hospital last night?” I asked with feigned innocence.
“Pissy. Yea, bitch face, you could say that. How could you do this to me? I’ve been worried sick, and just look at you! You were going to try to sneak out weren’t you?” Cheyenne seethed.
Motioning to Gabe with my thumb I said, “I have to go give a statement at the popo station. Gabriel here said I could hitch a ride with him. I’ll explain everything when I get back, pinky promise.”
Glaring at me, she turned and marched off without another word.
“That went well.”
Gabe shook his head slowly and headed to the passenger side door. He helped me inside carefully, and then walked to his own door, jumping in a lot more gracefully than I had. The truck started with a dull roar, vibrations started and gave me a little feeling of euphoria. There was something about a good sounding truck that did it for me.
“This sounds great! When did you get this?”
“Yesterday, actually. I needed to be able to do stuff that my bike couldn’t do.” He said simply.
“Well that’s cool. Can I drive it?” I asked sweetly.
“Absolutely not. I’ve known you for a year now, and you’ve gotten into two fender benders and sideswiped a car. No way will I let you touch my brand new truck.” He said firmly.
“Oh that’s bullshit! None of those were my fault!”
“Whose fault was it?”
“Well the time I sideswiped a car, it was because there was this massive grasshopper in the car with me. He flew in my window and landed on my leg. I tried to flick it off, but he started going crazy and trying to attack me. I don’t do bugs, and I swear to God this one was a mutant.”
“Whatever. You’re still not getting my truck in your crazy hands.”
Sulking now, because he might could possibly be right, I watched as we passed all the sights and sounds of Kilgore downtown. The police station was located in the historical district. Flowers were dying in the potted plants that lined the middle of the road. Texas heat in the summer was a bitch, and when it didn’t rain, it got even worse. Everything was brown by the time summer ended.
Each bump that Gabe hit jolted my back, and made tears threaten to spill out of my eyes now that my painkillers were wearing off. Not that I said anything. Gabe wasn’t meaning to hit every fucking pothole on this side of the Texas line; he was just doing that naturally. I wasn’t going to say anything because I knew he’d feel bad if I made him aware of it. I just wanted to get this shit over with as fast as possible and go back to that nice warm bed of Gabe’s. Preferably with him in it. Underneath me, with that lovely cock I saw a quick preview of inside of me.
Gabe found a parking space close to the front doors, and walked around to my door. I was a tad nervous. I’d never been to the police station before, and I didn’t know what to expect. Gabe’s presence at my side calmed me down some as we walked through the double glass doors. It wasn’t anything special. Just a lobby to the left there was a door with metal detectors on it. To the right there was another door with a locked keypad entry. Towards the front was a glass wall with women sitting behind the glass waiting on the citizens.
I opened my mouth to ask Gabe where to go when a man I’ve only met a handful of times walked out of the room to my right. Luke Roberts. He sure was a cutie. Tall with a nice build. He had a shock of bleach blonde hair that was clipped in a no nonsense cut close to his scalp. He was wearing jeans and a KPD shirt, which stood for the Kilgore Police Department. He strode right on up to us and did the man hug/shake with Gabe.
They were both nearly the same height, Gabe just a tad shorter than Luke. Where Luke was blonde, Gabe was dark. Where Luke had a light tan, Gabe had a nice golden brown. Luke looked like a golden warrior, where Gabe reminded me of a death angel. His looks were dark and menacing. Gabe was wearing a Black t-shirt with dark washed jeans and motorcycle boots.
Luke turned to me after his man hug and made eye contact.
“How ya’ doin’, Ember?” Luke asked me.
Glancing around, I scratched my arms with my nails. “I guess as good as I can be. Can we get this shit over with, please? This place is giving me hives.”
Luke looked a tad startled by my blunt reply, but Gabe wasn’t. He was wearing a shit-eating grin.
Luke spun on his heel and headed back to the locked door; Gabe and I followed behind. He led us through a maze of hallways, passing through what looked like a huge room with desks everywhere, and finally coming to a stop at a small office. He held the door open for us, and closed it behind us. He made a gesture to a seat that was in front of a rickety old desk. We all took our spots.
“Alright, let’s get this show on the road.” I said to him, and then went into my tale without preamble.
As I spoke, Gabe stood behind me and gave me moral support. I didn’t think I really needed it, though. Yes, it was a horrible thing that happened to me. Yes, it could have been a hundred times worse, but it wasn’t. I was hurt, but I wasn’t raped. I was roughed up, but I wasn’t so bad that I needed a hospital stay. I think my mind was trying to protect me on the could-a-beens. Everyone was expecting me to fall apart, but I wasn’t going to give the fucker the pleasure. I was royally pissed.