rolled back into my head, and I drew blood from biting my
bottom lip to keep myself from screaming. Brian grabbed me into his
arms right before my shoulders dislocated. Unlatching me from the
rafters, he carried me like a rag doll into the house. Brought me
into our only bathroom, bathed me with warm water in our small tub,
and even scrubbed my hair with strawberry scented shampoo.
Muttering over and over how much he loved me and how much I meant
to him.
I believed him. I believed Brian loved me. He
was my first love. The first person I had ever had sex with. I had
no concept of male love. I never have to this day. My father was my
abuser and so was Brian. The only two men who have ever meant
anything to me have hurt me and broken me in ways most people will
never experience.
Okay, enough of this crappy dwelling in my
past, I’ve got some work to do.
Chapter Nine
Thursday
Is today over with, yet? I hope it’s soon. I
don’t think I can take much more. Thursday’s are by far the worst
days of the week.
Last night I worked late, again, only to come
home and hear Bob and Roni having sex with her windows open. They
were extremely loud and honestly, I felt worse for our neighbors
than I did for myself. Apparently, she created enough ruckus to
make someone in our neighborhood call the cops. And at eleven
o-clock last night, my favorite police officer, Elias Lincoln,
greeted me with a knock at the door. He is the kindest and sexiest
cop on this planet.
Opening my door in my blue silk pajama top
and shorts, I flipped the porch light on and smiled.
“Good evening, officer.” I greeted him.
“Lex, I know this isn’t you creating that
noise. But it is your property so I am required to speak to the
owner.” He spoke in that deep husky voice of his. That always makes
me wonder why he isn’t married. His voice is one of those voices
that feels like he’s making love to you, no matter what words come
out of his mouth. I’ve never heard anything more erotic in my
entire life. Plus, the fact he stands six foot six, and his biceps
are thicker than a tree trunk, doesn’t hurt.
“And that’d be me.” I bit my lip. I knew I
wasn’t in trouble. But…when a hot police officer, who happens to be
your own personal hero, shows up at your doorstep you can’t help
but feel a slight bit giddy.
Nodding he pulled open the screen door,
inching closer to me and my heart climbed up into my throat. “Lex,
I brought you this.” Reaching into his navy blue police jacket, he
fished out a small white rectangular box and handed it to me.
Carefully, I opened it to find a beautiful
silver bookmark, that was intricately scrolled and had my name
engraved on the top.
“I know we don’t get to catch up much. I was
meaning to give that to ya, over Christmas. But, I’ve been busy and
it’s been sittin’ in my glove compartment in the cruiser for
months. I know it’s a bit late, but I thought you should have
it.”
Blushing, I wrapped my arms the best I could
around his neck to hug him and he hugged me right back, picking me
up off the ground.
“Thank you. It’s so beautiful.” I gushed,
examining it like it was a fine diamond. Once he placed me back
onto my feet.
“Don’t mention it. Our history with you
know…has me thinkin’ about ya a lot. I worry about you. Hope you’re
doin’ good, your mom says you are. I check in with her about once a
month just to be sure. Don’t want you gettin’ caught up with the
wrong kind of man again.” He said and I knew precisely what he was
referring to.
Officer Lincoln was the man who saved me from
Brian. My mom and Roni had filed three police reports and each one
of those were investigated. None of them turned anything out of the
ordinary up. So the investigations were quickly dropped. Until my
mom filed a fourth report and Officer Lincoln was the one to
bottom lip to keep myself from screaming. Brian grabbed me into his
arms right before my shoulders dislocated. Unlatching me from the
rafters, he carried me like a rag doll into the house. Brought me
into our only bathroom, bathed me with warm water in our small tub,
and even scrubbed my hair with strawberry scented shampoo.
Muttering over and over how much he loved me and how much I meant
to him.
I believed him. I believed Brian loved me. He
was my first love. The first person I had ever had sex with. I had
no concept of male love. I never have to this day. My father was my
abuser and so was Brian. The only two men who have ever meant
anything to me have hurt me and broken me in ways most people will
never experience.
Okay, enough of this crappy dwelling in my
past, I’ve got some work to do.
Chapter Nine
Thursday
Is today over with, yet? I hope it’s soon. I
don’t think I can take much more. Thursday’s are by far the worst
days of the week.
Last night I worked late, again, only to come
home and hear Bob and Roni having sex with her windows open. They
were extremely loud and honestly, I felt worse for our neighbors
than I did for myself. Apparently, she created enough ruckus to
make someone in our neighborhood call the cops. And at eleven
o-clock last night, my favorite police officer, Elias Lincoln,
greeted me with a knock at the door. He is the kindest and sexiest
cop on this planet.
Opening my door in my blue silk pajama top
and shorts, I flipped the porch light on and smiled.
“Good evening, officer.” I greeted him.
“Lex, I know this isn’t you creating that
noise. But it is your property so I am required to speak to the
owner.” He spoke in that deep husky voice of his. That always makes
me wonder why he isn’t married. His voice is one of those voices
that feels like he’s making love to you, no matter what words come
out of his mouth. I’ve never heard anything more erotic in my
entire life. Plus, the fact he stands six foot six, and his biceps
are thicker than a tree trunk, doesn’t hurt.
“And that’d be me.” I bit my lip. I knew I
wasn’t in trouble. But…when a hot police officer, who happens to be
your own personal hero, shows up at your doorstep you can’t help
but feel a slight bit giddy.
Nodding he pulled open the screen door,
inching closer to me and my heart climbed up into my throat. “Lex,
I brought you this.” Reaching into his navy blue police jacket, he
fished out a small white rectangular box and handed it to me.
Carefully, I opened it to find a beautiful
silver bookmark, that was intricately scrolled and had my name
engraved on the top.
“I know we don’t get to catch up much. I was
meaning to give that to ya, over Christmas. But, I’ve been busy and
it’s been sittin’ in my glove compartment in the cruiser for
months. I know it’s a bit late, but I thought you should have
it.”
Blushing, I wrapped my arms the best I could
around his neck to hug him and he hugged me right back, picking me
up off the ground.
“Thank you. It’s so beautiful.” I gushed,
examining it like it was a fine diamond. Once he placed me back
onto my feet.
“Don’t mention it. Our history with you
know…has me thinkin’ about ya a lot. I worry about you. Hope you’re
doin’ good, your mom says you are. I check in with her about once a
month just to be sure. Don’t want you gettin’ caught up with the
wrong kind of man again.” He said and I knew precisely what he was
referring to.
Officer Lincoln was the man who saved me from
Brian. My mom and Roni had filed three police reports and each one
of those were investigated. None of them turned anything out of the
ordinary up. So the investigations were quickly dropped. Until my
mom filed a fourth report and Officer Lincoln was the one to
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