Her hair was perfectly styled from the day before. I really hoped she managed to get some sleep in.
“Would you look at you, poor thing? You’re exhausted. I don’t know why you put yourself through so much stress for a piece of paper.”
I really did not have the energy to discuss my drive for intellectual studies to her at this wee hour of the morning and with little sleep. Maybe later.
“Well, as you know most of the roads are closed. But I managed to have the driver have me back in the city at a very slow drive for my mourning. It’s too much to be here and too cold right now.”
“I’m sorry, mom…” I said weakly. “I really am.”
“Well, I just wanted you to know. In case, well….” I then saw the red behind my closed eyelids. The heaviness finally won over. I could have sworn she was about to ask me to join her but fatigue had set in so hard I was already in dreamland. With Bradley. There was no going back from this place.
Bradley
After releasing myself from the great tease of a lifetime, I craved fresh orange juice for my nutrition. Then, I’d hit my bed for a long-needed rest. After all, I hadn’t slept all night and I was feeling weakness set in from the run and my sprained ankle, the drinks and the aftermath of the funeral, viewing and wake, all in one day.
It was then Mr. Fox notified me I had visitors. The police.
Not bothering to change or grab a robe, I hobbled my way over to them in crutches, not caring if they got a glimpse of my johnson. It was more out of spite. I met them at the mouth of the door and leaned into the crutches.
“Can I help you, officers?”
It was the jerk Sheriff Watson, one who always had it out for me, and his partner I’d never seen before. Great.
“Hello Bradley. Wild night last night?”
I looked down at my ankle and back up at them. “If you’re referring to my father’s funeral and wake, well, wild wouldn’t describe that type of loss.”
“Look, we know it was you, Bradley.”
“You know what was me?”
“Why don’t you get yourself dressed and meet us back here in five minutes to take you down to the station for some questioning.”
I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t help it as I sighed. “Look, you don’t have anything on me.”
“Five minutes.”
“You don’t have anything. I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, I think you do. And I think if you don’t get some clothes on right now, we’ll cuff you and bring you in just like that.”
“Just like that, huh? You wouldn’t. You can’t.” I leaned in, calling his bluff.
“But we can.”
Not thinking he would be the legendary jerk that he was known to be, especially after everything that just had happened with my father, there I was, behind a police car, a place I hadn’t seen since my teens. And the doorway of our home still hung open.
The snow was really coming down now and I was freezing cold sitting on the cold seats.
“You can’t prove anything.” I leaned in towards the screen.
Ignoring me, they continued driving to the station. I shivered at the freezing temperatures, immediately regretting not grabbing something. Anything. Shit, it was cold.
Denying me my crutches, I hopped my way into the station. My towel dropped and this time it wasn’t in flirtatious banter. This was fucking insane.
His partner I quickly realized was named Jackson, picked up my towel and attempted to cover me. He looked uncomfortable with this entire scene.
There I sat, naked against the freezing cold chair with the towel draped over me inside the station. My bare feet against the damp floor caused a shiver down my spine and I hoped to just get on with this sooner than later. Okay, I would confess if I could just get back home to the warmth of my bed.
“Look, I just borrowed a few books. It’s not like a Mona Lisa is in there.”
“You think it’s alright to just break into a library like that?”
Officer Watson was heated and angry. Talk about displaced anger. He acted like I’d just set a bomb off or something. I hated his disgusting mustache that just made him look like even more of a creep than he already was. With his bald head and the little bit of hair on the side, he was the epitome of the little man syndrome: the type of man who becomes a cop to boss everyone around and make up for how he was treated by the bullies in high school. There had been many reports of his crazy antics around these parts and I was shocked that he hadn’t been fired yet for his extreme behavior and abuse.
“I’m not saying it’s alright.” I shifted my arms behind my back. The cuffs were so tight it was uncomfortable.
“So you admit to it.”
“I was just borrowing them. I am going to pay the damages. You know we’re the donors for this library, right?”
“Is that what you people call breaking the law, just a convenient borrowing or a convenient choice to make things easier on you? When clearly the law is the law. You broke and entered public property.Clearly a rule is broken.”
“Look, we need to have this discussion with my attorney present.”
“Like hell we don’t. You just confessed to breaking and entering.”
“A place that my family practically owns! Come on, gentlemen! It’s the middle of a freaking blizzard. No one is going to go to the library. I’m going to pay for the damages.I’ll pay for any violations I’ve caused, but you can’t just jail me. That’s against the law.”
“You know what’s against the law? Jaywalking. Being naked. Public intoxication. Which you’ve done.”
“Look, drama queen. I get it.” I rolled my eyes, feeling all heated. I know I shouldn’t have said it. I was just freezing my ass off, and I didn’t like the way he dragged me out of my home. I had a hard time playing it cool in situations like this.
“Alright. That’s it. Jail him.”
“What? Jail me? Come on, gentlemen. Gentlemen. Certainly there is a more civil way to go about this? A more compensational one, if you catch my drift. I’m sorry. I’m just freezing my ass off. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”
I lazered in on his partner, Jackson, who folded his arms and looked my way with tempted eyes. He was a heavier-set man and seemed to have a softer way about him. I could tell the money interested him as he scanned the other officers. It was either interest or pure shock that I was naked and about to be thrown in a county jail just like that.
“Well…”Jackson began.
“And nothing like a post-Christmas bonus. I’m sure your kids would love it. If you have kids.” I shrugged my shoulders.
But Hitler was relentless. His hand was on the back of my head pushing me even though I could barely hop that fast. I was led back down a hallway I hadn’t visited in years, when I used to get in trouble with the law as a young adult.
“Come on, man. It’s just a few books. I’m going to bring them back. I was going to pay for the damage.”
“Poor kid, his father just died. Think you ought to let up on him a bit?” Jackson asked.
I clenched my jaw and stopped as Watson stopped to reply to his partner.
“Let up on him? Do you know what this family does? Hell, all of them should have been locked away decades ago. Scum of the earth dressed high and mightily with tailored suits, eating their fancy caviar. They’re nothing but baby killers, dream snatchers, drug traffickers, sex slave workers…”
“What about my phone call. It’s my right!” I interrupted him. I hated hearing people say this shit about my family.
“Phones are down.”
“I have a right for some sort of communication! You just took me from my home, without any clothes.”
“Fault is yours. I gave you a chance. You broke the law, you pathetic scum, now live with the consequences.”
Anger surged through my veins as my fists balled up. I had nothing to do with any of these black file projects or secret funds. But no one knew of it. I couldn’t turn a
round and smack one on him because well, then I’d really go to prison prison.
“Are you really going to jail me like this? Naked?” I lamented and hobbled from his hard push until cold rail sliced open my lip and I rolled to damp cement. The taste of blood filled my mouth and onto the floor; Hitler tripped me.
“Oops. Better watch where you step.”
“Aw, come on man. That’s not a way to treat a man,” Jackson quietly chimed in.
“This man’s a criminal. He always has been trouble. This is where he belongs and I’m going to make it my mission in life to make sure he stays in this cell. Forever.”
The slammer rang shut. The blood stung from my busted lip and my ankle hurt like hell.
I shivered from the cold. It pierced my bone and I seriously was worried about my health with it being so cold like it was.
I gritted through my teeth as I called out to him with a fierce, hoarse growl as my face still lay flat on the ground and my hands behind me still cuffed. “You’re going to hear from my lawyer, Watson. You better believe it.”
His back was faced toward me and he stopped in his tracks. I saw Jackson and now another partner that arrived to the scene. His face was in shock, as well.
“Don’t you touch him. Don’t you feed him. Don’t give him water. Don’t give him a damn blanket. This hallway is off limits for the reminder of your shift, which reminds me...”
His feet were heavy and I swore they had spurs from a barbaric man in the Wild West. A bucket. A bucket was coming my way and the look on his face was dark and menacing.
Ice cold water slapped my shivering body, the salt burning in the cut of my lip. It stung like hell and all I could think about was the warmth of her as I forbade myself to look weak.
Oh yes, he’d hear from my lawyer about this inhumane treatment. If I didn’t freeze to death.
Kate
His lips were on my ear again, biting on my earlobe, teasing me relentlessly as he filled me in every delicious way possible. I was coming from his sexy drives and persistent and passionate control as he thrust his hips and filled me deeper.
“Yes, Bradley! Yes! Yes!”
I awoke to find my hands in a ball, the sheets tightly clenched. I was breathing hard and could feel the sweat beads along my hairline.
And it was a dream.
God, what sweet torture. My core flinched and butterflies traveled up and down my system like it was an open border joining countries.
I will be in you.
Where the heck was Bradley? I threw off my covers, determined to find him, wherever he was, and pull him into whatever closet we were near. Heck, pull him behind whatever couch was nearby. So we could finally be together. Body and soul.
My need for him was so damn hot, I couldn’t take it.
I reached for my phone to see what time it was. 7 PM.
What! That was impossible.
Had I managed to sleep a full twelve hours? Was all that had transpired: one crazy, teasing dream?
I sat in a daze as I stared at the wall in lust and wonder. It all came flashing back to me. Everything.
No, it wasn’t a dream. It happened. It all happened and I needed Bradley. Now.
I practically ran into his room, busting open the door. But it was empty.
I quickly made my way into the sitting room, the man cave, everywhere he normally would hang out. I even peeked outside.
He was nowhere. Was he hiding from me? Had he changed his mind?
I finally found Mr. Fox in the kitchen inspecting the silverware. He held it high before polishing a knife and I suddenly felt super shy. Had he seen us last night? Or heard?
“Hello, Miss Meadows,” he greeted me without looking up from his task
“Um, hi. Hi, Mr. Fox.” I muttered sheepishly and looked down at my bare feet.
“I’m looking for Bradley. Have you seen him?” I tucked a loose tendril of hair behind my ear, my heart pounded wildly in my chest with apprehension and feeling embarrassed.
“Mr. Rainshaw’s privacy is my number one concern. I can assure you.”
There was something strange in the way he addressed the situation. Either he was uncomfortable because he knew of what happened in the hot tub or it was something else.
I swallowed down the lump in my throat. My nerves were going crazy.
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
Good God, he knows.
“Please don't go to the press.” It was all I could manage to say.
“Of course I wouldn’t. How indecent, exposing such a thing.”
Oh fuck.
“Well, he’s seen the police more than he should have in a lifetime. Between you and me, those country cops have it out for him.”
“Wait, what police? What are you talking about? Please tell me.”
“They were at the door this morning and wanted to question him.”
“Oh my god. At what time?”
“Right before 8AM.”
“And we haven't heard from him or anything?”
“Well, the phone lines are down. I just figured they had a few questions about that situation from last month.”
“What happened last month?”
“Something frivolous about him drinking and leaving the wine bottle in the sand.”
I shook my head feeling worried. “Oh no…”
“No one got hurt. It should just be a simple fee. I just figured he went back into the city with your mom.”
“My mom went back to the city?”
“She said she told you. She wanted to hunker down with a few of her cast mate friends. She said it was too depressing to do that here. There’s some party she’s attending.”
I nodded in a daze. She had mentioned something to me this morning but honestly I was so tired, I didn’t hear her say that part.
“In all honesty, I just work here and do my best to make everyone happy.”
I just stared at him with a blank look across my face.
“Is there something that happened?” he asked me.
“He broke into the library to bring back books for me. Which means he broke into the library. He hasn’t come back.”
“Let's go.” He nodded quickly, the worried look plastered across his face indicating that the message was understood loud and clearly.
It was cold and quiet. I couldn’t believe the law was still working but that’s the thing about government workers: we needed them rain or shine. We drove slowly but we finally made it to Suffolk County Sheriff’s office.
“We’re here to see Bradley Rainshaw,” I quickly said to a creepy man with a mustache so long and ratty that it belonged on a pirate ship.
“He’s locked up.”
“Locked up?”
“I'm afraid you will have to come back tomorrow. Unless you have an emergency to report.”
“Emergency? The emergency is that it’s freezing in here and he doesn’t deserve to be locked up like a criminal.”
“There's nothing that can be done here, miss.” His words were as sharp as a knife. “And he is a criminal.”
“He doesn't deserve to be locked away like that.”
He stood up and looked at me square in the eyes. He made me tremble, he was so creepy. His dirty fingernails twirled that disgusting mustache as he used his tongue to clean across his teeth, making the grossest sound ever. Ugh, creep!
“Listen very carefully, ma’am. There’s nothing to be done. Now I believe it’s best you be on your way.
“No! You can’t just leave him in here overnight. Has he even eaten? Does he have a blanket? It’s freezing in here.” I wrapped my own jacket around me tighter. Mr. Fox lightly tapped my shoulder as if to say to calm down. He cleared his throat to emphasize the point.
“You are disrupting my establishment.” He stood up with his hands flat across the desk.
“Your establishment? This isn't your establishment.”
“Do you question an officer of law?”
“Well, yes I
do. You have no right to—”
“When you enter this line you enter the law. And I’m the law.”
I looked quickly around to see if there was any other officer I could speak with. It was eerily empty and I wondered if he was the only officer on duty. “I’d like to speak to someone else! I’d like to—”
The cold metal against my wrists caused a shiver to run down my spine. I was handcuffed. By this creepy man who probably belonged to be locked up himself, with anger like this.
“You can't cuff me. I didn't do anything wrong. You can’t do this! I didn’t do anything wrong! Mr. Fox, please call my mother! Or get ahold of her somehow! You can’t just keep me in here for no reason.” My voice was high and I was screaming. If anyone else was in the county jail office, they heard me. I’m sure of it.
“You’re interfering with the law. That’s obstruction of the law.” He forcefully pushed me down a hallway and Mr. Fox was now left behind. “Get my mom!” Everything was happening so fast, I couldn’t believe my own eyes that I was being led down a dimly lit hallway past creepy, small cells.
“You people think you can get away with anything and get whatever you want. Well, I’ll tell you what.” The iron bars slid open before me as he pushed me in. “You wanted to see him. Now you see him.”
I spun around to see the iron door slid shut. And there across the hallway laying on the ground, curled up in a ball, was Bradley. Naked. His eyes were shut and he looked oddly pale.
“Bradley! Oh my god. You animal! You have him locked up without a blanket like that! He could die! He could die!”
“You two are perfect for each other.”
“What the fuck! Look at him! Look at what you’re doing! He’s freezing to death!”
“Yeah, well, not my problem! Not so tough are you now, huh, tough guy?”
“Hey! Hey!” I called out after him, screaming at the top of my lungs. “There’s a very hot place in hell for people like you!”
My hands grabbed the iron bars and I could just stare at him. He looked so freezing and his lips looked blue. There was blood everywhere and I couldn’t stand to see him like that.
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