The Sheriff’s Little Girl
By
Alex Reynolds
Copyright © 2015 by Stormy Night Publications and Alex Reynolds
Copyright © 2015 by Stormy Night Publications and Alex Reynolds
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Reynolds, Alex
The Sheriff’s Little Girl
Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson
Images by Bigstock/Alexey1976
This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.
Chapter One
Julie felt awkward sitting in broad daylight waiting for a bus dressed the way that she was. Sure, she never really wore ‘normal’ clothes, but when they went to parties, she wore significantly fewer of them. She only had on her sneakers, a pair of fuzzy leg warmers, green metallic shorts that actually covered less of her body than some girls’ underwear and a matching crop top, plus a small stuffed panda backpack on her back. If people don’t like it, that’s their own problem, she told herself, trying to adopt an expression that matched that attitude.
More than that, she felt abandoned. She had woken up on the floor of her friend’s apartment after a night of partying at a local rave only to discover that her boyfriend, Crank, along with the rest of her friends, had taken off and left her to fend for herself. Her phone was dead and she had no money on her. The bus ride from Los Angeles back to her home in the desert town of Palm Oasis would take her all day.
Julie was a tiny girl with a petite frame. Crank could have easily carried her to the car if he had not been able to wake her up, like he had claimed.
Crank was a few years older than Julie. Sure, he sometimes did things like abandoning her today, and he didn’t always stick up for her when there was gossip about her at parties, and sometimes he said things to her that made her feel really bad. Still, he was generally a good enough boyfriend. He was so well liked at raves, and since she had started dating him, she had made so many new friends.
Plus, he took care of the stuff that she didn’t want to do. He had found their apartment and taken out the lease on it, and, unlike Julie, he had a job. Crank worked at the local drug rehab center as an orderly, and the money that he made there paid all their bills. Julie sometimes got paid for go-go dancing at clubs or promoting parties, but mostly, he supported her, at least financially.
Drug use, especially meth, was a big problem in Palm Oasis. It was a small town with little to do, so people turned to drugs out of boredom. Julie had experimented with a few things at parties herself, but had never done anything as dangerous as meth. Even though she didn’t get the impression that Crank did much at work, she was glad that he had the job he did. She hoped that he was helping people, at least a little.
When she thought about Crank working all day in the rehab center to support them, she softened a little. She reminded herself that she shouldn’t get too mad about things, and that Crank was really doing his best. After all, she could be tough to put up with. Her family had made that very clear to her when she was growing up. As the bus pulled up, she forced a bounce into her step before climbing on board. She could always make herself cheerful if she tried.
* * *
It was nightfall when Julie finally hopped off the bus and onto the dusty road that led up to the apartment building where she lived with Crank. Palm Oasis was a small town located in the desert to the east of Los Angeles. Had she been driving, she would have gotten home in about two hours or so, depending on traffic. But despite being twenty-four, Julie didn’t know how to drive.
It was a few blocks from the bus stop to her apartment building, and she felt a little creeped out walking home alone in the dark, especially in her revealing outfit. She clutched the straps of her panda purse tight and imagined that it would protect her. She smiled at how silly a thought that was, but kept on daydreaming about the black and white plush bear coming to life to defend her if anything scary happened. Thinking good thoughts made the dark streets less intimidating, at least a little.
Arriving at their stuccoed apartment building, Julie breathed a sigh of relief. She opened up her panda purse and pulled out a collection of stuffed animal and glitter plastic keychains that were attached to two keys and used one to let herself into the metal security gate that surrounded her building.
The petite girl ducked under the branches of an overgrown jacaranda tree that grew rather haphazardly in the courtyard, its roots pushing up the concrete to make it jagged. Her clunky platform shoe caught on the uneven edge of the pavement and she fell forward. She landed on her hands in a pile of the tree’s purple flowers. For a second, she felt like she might cry. Obviously that was silly, she told herself, but the day had been tedious and the walk home had scared her. This little tumble had pushed her over the edge.
She wished for a moment that Crank was the kind of person who she could turn to for comfort, but she knew that was a terrible idea. She imagined walking into the apartment with tears on her face and the kind of fuss that he would make. He’d start yelling at her right away, calling her a crybaby and complaining about how he never got a moment’s peace with her around.
Julie felt her eyes growing hot at just the thought of it, and she sat up, then crawled back and sat at the base of the tree, planning to stay there until she calmed herself down. She couldn’t shake the feeling of longing for someone to take care of her and to make her feel safe, but she knew that wasn’t something she was going to get.
From where she was sitting, she could see all the way down the walkway that led into each of the apartments on the first floor. After a minute, she saw the door to her apartment open. Her body tensed as she worried that Crank might be coming out. Maybe he was looking for her. Maybe he was upset that she wasn’t back yet. She bit her lip nervously.
Instead, an older man in grubby clothes exited.
“Thanks a lot, man,” she heard him say, his words sounding loud and clear in the quiet evening.
“Hey, no problem. Glad to hook you up,” replied a voice from inside the house. It was obviously Crank.
The man turned and walked down the walkway and out the security gate with his hands in his pockets. Julie was unseen in the shadows beneath the tree, but she caught a glimpse of him through the branches as he passed her. She’d seen him before, and she scanned her mind trying to figure out where. Finally, it dawned on her. He was someone who used to be a patient at the rehab. She had met him a few times when she was visiting Crank at work, but he must have left over a year ago.
Julie chewed on her nail as she thought about this. Why would this man be visiting their apartment? If Crank had remained friends with some of the patients from the rehab after they left, why had he never mentioned it to Julie? She figured it wasn’t a big deal, but the interaction kind of bothered her. Peeking out to make sure that the man had left, she found her way to her feet and brushed herself off. She was going to go ask Crank about this, even if he was going to yell at her for it.
Chapter Two
Julie opened the door to her apartment and walked inside quietly, trying to see what kind of mood Crank was in before she said anything. From the foyer, she could see through the living room and into the kitchen, where Crank was seated at the table. He was hunched over a notebook, writing something in it.
Julie’s eyes went wide when she saw what was
on the table. There were at least twenty tiny baggies filled with clear crystals stacked on the table. Next to them was an old Christmas cookie tin with a stack of twenty-dollar bills. She stood and stared at the scene for a moment like an animal mesmerized by the lights of oncoming traffic. Her brain could hardly process what was going on.
Crank has been selling drugs and I had no idea.
She said the words slowly in her mind, marking each one clearly. Doing this made them sink in and feel real, and she filled with rage and adrenaline.
“What the hell is this?” she yelled. She felt angry and threatening, but her childlike voice didn’t carry all the emotion she wanted it to.
Crank whipped around, clearly startled by her outburst. He looked more annoyed than worried or ashamed.
This only enraged Julie more, and she raced forward, ripping the notebook from Crank’s hands.
“What the fuck is this, Crank? You’re selling drugs now? Since when?”
She peeked down at the page where Crank had been writing. It listed wards and rooms with dollar amounts next to it, and she recognized the names of some of the patients at the rehab center listed in some of Crank’s scribbled notes.
This time, her brain worked quickly, and she understood what was going on before Crank yanked the notebook back away from her.
“Shut up, you idiot, do you want the cops to come? Is that what you want?”
Crank stood over her, reminding her just how small she was. He was over a foot taller than she was, and strongly built. She suddenly felt breakable as he loomed over her, his dark eyes flashing with fury. She trembled and tears began rolling down her cheeks.
“You’re selling to the rehab people? I thought you were helping…” she tried to start, her voice trembling but still raised.
Crank bellowed from deep in his powerful chest, “I told you to shut up!” He grabbed her by the forearms and shook her. “What do I have to do to get you to be quiet?” he demanded.
Julie tried to break away from him. She had never felt so afraid in her life. It made the jittery nervousness she had felt on the dark walk home seem like nothing. Her heart was beating hard and fast, and her mouth felt dry. Everything was moving too fast now, and she was out of control. There was no time to think about her words before they came out of her mouth, and her body moved on its own.
“You lied to me!” she screamed. “You hid this from me! I hate you!”
She had never yelled with such passion before in her life. It left her feeling winded, but exhilarated. If she could be louder than she knew she could, she could be stronger. She pushed forward as hard as she could and broke away from Crank for a second.
Before she could even turn to run, he had caught her by the wrist again. He whipped her body around so she was facing him, and then he slapped her hard across the face.
“When I tell you to shut up, you do,” he barked.
The impact knocked Julie away from Crank. It was a moment of hard, dull impact, and then a rush of heat, the feeling of pins and needles running down her neck. She could taste blood in her mouth.
The pain shocked away the invincible feeling her adrenaline had given her, and helplessness and betrayal rushed in to fill the hollow space it left. She grabbed the back of a kitchen chair to steady herself as she stood perfectly still, thinking only about breathing. Whoosh, she filled herself with air. Whoosh, it went out of her again.
Crank had stopped moving, too, and hadn’t tried to grab Julie again. She didn’t turn to look at him. She didn’t want to see what expression was on his face now.
This had never happened before. No one had ever struck Julie in such a way. Her ear rang a little, like an alarm going off in her body and letting her know that something, no, everything, was wrong.
After a few moments, Crank finally spoke to her. “You better swear to me on your life that you’re never going to tell anyone any of this,” he said in a voice that was hardly more than a whisper, but which carried more meaning than his loudest shouting ever could.
Still unmoving, Julie nodded her head. That was all she could manage. Shift the weight of the head backward, let it fall forward. Do it again.
“Say it,” he hissed, seething with determination.
Julie took a few more breaths, filling herself with courage before she finally forced herself to speak.
“I won’t tell anyone anything,” she said, trying her best to enunciate the words and not mutter.
“On your life,” Crank demanded.
Julie thought about his body. She thought about the size of him, the strength that he possessed. Her mind focused on how helpless she had been a moment ago, trapped by nothing but his two hands. She remembered that moment of impact, his palm colliding with her face with no respect, or love, or rules of society holding it back.
Julie knew what those words meant as she whispered them back to him.
Chapter Three
Julie quietly slunk into the bedroom that she shared with Crank. She felt hollow and empty, and the world seemed strikingly not real. She sat down on the floor next to the bed and tried to clear her mind.
She could hear Crank on the phone in the kitchen, chatting to one of their friends as if nothing was wrong. But everything was wrong and she didn’t know what to do about it.
She had put up with the way that Crank sometimes yelled at her, or how annoyed he seemed by little aspects of her personality. The way that he snapped at her when she was in a bad mood and told her to stop being a crybaby, and the way that he called her annoying when she was in a good mood and full of energy, made her feel bad, but that was something she could handle. Lying to her, hiding this terrible secret, and doing things that could hurt people that Julie had always lauded him for helping cut to the bone.
Rising to her feet again, Julie peeked in the cracked mirror over the dresser that had been left in the apartment when they moved in. The side of her face was swollen and red. She couldn’t lie to herself and try to believe that he hadn’t hit her that hard.
Most important, though, was his threat. Julie had always been a little bit scared of Crank, but now she felt trapped and terrified. She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, plugging it into the charger. She would text one of her friends and she’d get advice about what to do.
As her phone came back to life, Julie considered who she should contact. She didn’t want to ask anyone who was Crank’s friend, too. She had, after all, promised not to tell anyone, and Julie had the sneaking suspicion that they all probably had more loyalty to Crank than to her. They had been his friends, first.
She set the phone down. She didn’t know what she’d say to anyone. They’d probably tell her to stop worrying about it, that it wasn’t that big of a deal. But it was.
On your life.
Julie could still hear him on the phone, laughing about something that had happened at the party the night before. The party seemed like such a distant memory to Julie now.
I can’t stay here, she finally thought. I just can’t.
Julie wanted to take care of herself like she always did, but she felt so helpless. Crank never really looked after her, but now that she saw his looming size as a threat instead of an implied protection, the world looked very different. Helpless, she thought again.
She quietly shut the door to the bedroom and pushed in the button lock. It wouldn’t hold for long if Crank wanted to break it down, but it would at least make her feel a little more protected for a moment.
She opened the closet and pulled out her backpack. It was a big bag, meant for camping or backpacking. She always took it with her on bus trips when she and her friends went to Arizona or Portland for parties there, so she knew she could fit a good amount of stuff in it.
She then began to rummage through her drawers, looking for the things that she cared about the most. She selected some of her favorite clothes, especially items that had been expensive gifts. Then she grabbed her battered old teddy bear, which she had been bringing from house
to house with her for her entire life. She took off the sneakers she was wearing and shoved them in the bag, slipping on her actual running shoes instead. A handful of jewelry and hair accessories from the overflowing bucket on the dresser was added indiscriminately.
The bag was starting to fill up, but she felt like she needed to bring her art supplies. Drawing was one of the things that made Julie feel the best, and it was her favorite pastime. So she shoved her pencil case and sketch pads in, too.
Realizing that she couldn’t hear Crank’s voice on the phone anymore, Julie began to worry that he would soon be entering the room, so she just grabbed objects at random, filling up the rest of the space in her bag. She grabbed her phone charger out of the wall and shoved it, as well as her phone, into the bag, then stuffed it shut. She used a carabiner that was attached to the backpack to clip her panda purse to it, and then hoisted the heavy bag onto her back.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and realized that she looked pretty ridiculous. Julie was just five feet tall, and the proportion of the oversized backpack to her tiny frame made her look like a small child carrying her first school bag. She shook her head at herself.
Julie walked through the mess of dirty clothes and fast-food cups that Crank left next to his computer desk to reach the open window at the back of the room. She was glad for the fact that they lived on the first floor. Mustering all her courage, she carefully pushed the screen out of the window, then she sat down on the edge of the windowsill, swinging her legs outside.
She looked back at the bedroom and realized that she might never see it again. A rush of sadness filled her, but she pushed it down. It was better than the alternative.
It only took a little hop to reach the ground, and then she was gone.
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