other again.
“Are you… sure about that?” Detective Wilson asked. “Dorian Scott, the businessman?”
“Yes.” I scoffed. “Of course I’m sure.”
“Uh huh, well, do you want to press charges against him?”
Did I? “I… I don’t know. I mean, I’m not sure.”
The truth was he hadn’t done anything to harm me, in fact, it had been the opposite. Yes, even though he wouldn’t let me go, I had no doubt he’d do anything to protect me. How convincing could I be if I said ‘yes’ to the detective’s question?
Not only that, but I’m sure the fact I wore an expensive gown wasn’t lost on them. Detective Mitchell leaned into Detective Wilson and whispered something into his ear.
Afterward, he looked at me.
“Miss Rain, would you be willing to give us a few minutes? We need to discuss what can be done to help you, even if it’s just finding somewhere safe for you to stay.”
I shifted in place, wishing I could find something to do with my hands to look less guilty or anxious or whatever.
“Okay…” I muttered. “Um, I guess.”
Soon after, both of them left the room. After they’d gone, I wondered if I’d said too much, gone too far about Dorian. Eventually, I sat down, tried to calm myself and gather my thoughts. I still hadn’t pressed charges, so really there wasn’t anything they would do to him unless I followed through.
On the other hand, if I didn’t and I left the police station, it was a matter of time before Dorian tracked me down. There was no doubt in my mind. Looking up at a clock on the wall, I noticed the detectives had been gone for quite some time. I began to wonder what the hell was going on.
I scooted the chair back. It groaned on the smooth cement flooring. Standing up, I walked towards the door, wanting to open it and find out what was going on. But when I twisted the knob, it didn’t budge.
I looked down at it and yanked – hard .
Nothing.
There was a long, narrow window on the door, a few feet high and maybe, maybe six inches across. Moving my head from side to side, I looked through it to see if I could find anyone close by.
“Hey!” I yelled, banging on the door. “Let me out of here!”
I don’t know how long I stood there, pounding away at it with no response. Finally, after turning the bottom of my hand red from hitting the door, I gave up.
Hours passed.
A mix of rage and fear took hold of me. What the hell was going on? Why was I being held here? Suddenly, the door opened, and the detectives walked through it. I jumped to my feet, running in their direction when I stopped dead in my tracks. Dorian appeared right behind them, his foreboding frame filling the doorway. He glared at me while I backed away, bumping into a chair behind me.
What the hell was he doing here?
Once Dorian was inside the room, the detectives excused themselves, but before they could close the door, I let them know what I thought of the shit they pulled.
“You fucking crooks! He paid you off, didn’t he?”
Ignoring me, Detective Wilson slammed the door, leaving me alone with Dorian. He raised his hand to his face, covering his nose and mouth for an instant before wiping it downward in frustration.
“Why did you run away? Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”
“Uh! Did you seriously just ask me that? This has nothing to do with me enjoying myself!”
He didn’t respond. The look on his face suggested he didn’t want to hear any explanation I had.
Fuck it. I didn’t care.
“I don’t want to be anyone’s hostage, even if that means putting my own life at risk.”
“That’s ridiculous, Tempest. You have no idea what you’re talking about. I told you that once I turned the case over and some time passed you would be free to go. Why couldn’t you just trust me?”
I stepped towards him. “How much time… exactly? Would you settle for an answer like that? No, you wouldn’t.”
“It’s too bad that you feel that way, but that’s not going to change what I
“Are you… sure about that?” Detective Wilson asked. “Dorian Scott, the businessman?”
“Yes.” I scoffed. “Of course I’m sure.”
“Uh huh, well, do you want to press charges against him?”
Did I? “I… I don’t know. I mean, I’m not sure.”
The truth was he hadn’t done anything to harm me, in fact, it had been the opposite. Yes, even though he wouldn’t let me go, I had no doubt he’d do anything to protect me. How convincing could I be if I said ‘yes’ to the detective’s question?
Not only that, but I’m sure the fact I wore an expensive gown wasn’t lost on them. Detective Mitchell leaned into Detective Wilson and whispered something into his ear.
Afterward, he looked at me.
“Miss Rain, would you be willing to give us a few minutes? We need to discuss what can be done to help you, even if it’s just finding somewhere safe for you to stay.”
I shifted in place, wishing I could find something to do with my hands to look less guilty or anxious or whatever.
“Okay…” I muttered. “Um, I guess.”
Soon after, both of them left the room. After they’d gone, I wondered if I’d said too much, gone too far about Dorian. Eventually, I sat down, tried to calm myself and gather my thoughts. I still hadn’t pressed charges, so really there wasn’t anything they would do to him unless I followed through.
On the other hand, if I didn’t and I left the police station, it was a matter of time before Dorian tracked me down. There was no doubt in my mind. Looking up at a clock on the wall, I noticed the detectives had been gone for quite some time. I began to wonder what the hell was going on.
I scooted the chair back. It groaned on the smooth cement flooring. Standing up, I walked towards the door, wanting to open it and find out what was going on. But when I twisted the knob, it didn’t budge.
I looked down at it and yanked – hard .
Nothing.
There was a long, narrow window on the door, a few feet high and maybe, maybe six inches across. Moving my head from side to side, I looked through it to see if I could find anyone close by.
“Hey!” I yelled, banging on the door. “Let me out of here!”
I don’t know how long I stood there, pounding away at it with no response. Finally, after turning the bottom of my hand red from hitting the door, I gave up.
Hours passed.
A mix of rage and fear took hold of me. What the hell was going on? Why was I being held here? Suddenly, the door opened, and the detectives walked through it. I jumped to my feet, running in their direction when I stopped dead in my tracks. Dorian appeared right behind them, his foreboding frame filling the doorway. He glared at me while I backed away, bumping into a chair behind me.
What the hell was he doing here?
Once Dorian was inside the room, the detectives excused themselves, but before they could close the door, I let them know what I thought of the shit they pulled.
“You fucking crooks! He paid you off, didn’t he?”
Ignoring me, Detective Wilson slammed the door, leaving me alone with Dorian. He raised his hand to his face, covering his nose and mouth for an instant before wiping it downward in frustration.
“Why did you run away? Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”
“Uh! Did you seriously just ask me that? This has nothing to do with me enjoying myself!”
He didn’t respond. The look on his face suggested he didn’t want to hear any explanation I had.
Fuck it. I didn’t care.
“I don’t want to be anyone’s hostage, even if that means putting my own life at risk.”
“That’s ridiculous, Tempest. You have no idea what you’re talking about. I told you that once I turned the case over and some time passed you would be free to go. Why couldn’t you just trust me?”
I stepped towards him. “How much time… exactly? Would you settle for an answer like that? No, you wouldn’t.”
“It’s too bad that you feel that way, but that’s not going to change what I
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