Valyn_Mystic Protectors_An Angelic Paranormal Erotica

by Kathi S. Barton

  “Valyn Slayer. And these are our sons, Connor and Davy Slayer.” The boys were right behind them, and he wanted her to know that Jennifer had a life here that did not include her. “My wife has asked you to leave, and I believe it is past time for you to do so.”

  “You have kids? Holy shit, Jenny, you got yourself some snot nosed kids? Never would have thought that—”

  “You’re a rude person and I don’t like you.” Davy pushed his way in front of Jennifer, and before Valyn could reach for him to get him out of harm’s way, Connor had joined him. “We don’t want you here, nasty lady. Now, my mom and dad told you to go away, and you’d better, or I’m calling up someone to make you.”

  Connor doubled up his fist and watched Beth. When she got down to their level, both of them put their hands over their mouth and nose. Even from where he was, Valyn could tell that she’d not bathed in a very long time, and that she had a smell that he could only call doped.

  “You’re my grandkids. Holy shit, she’s made me a grandma. I’m not nearly old enough to be that to you brats.”

  Connor popped his good fist right into her mouth, and when she went tumbling back onto the porch, Davy sat over top of her and held her down. Valyn wasn’t sure if he should be impressed or afraid for the boys.

  “You’re not our grandma. And we don’t want you to be even if you wanted to be.” Beth struggled, but apparently Davy wasn’t budging as Connor spoke. “I had my uncle call the police, and I’m going to hold you here until they come. I’m not going to let you hurt any of us. Do you understand?”

  “I understand that as soon as I get up from here, I’m going to snap your little neck like a twig. Get off me, you rotten piece of flesh.” Valyn heard the police coming as Beth tried to get up again. “I swear to Christ, you’re going to get the shit knocked out of you, see if you don’t.”

  Connor didn’t engage with her again, and Davy just kept bouncing up and down on her until she lay still. No one moved to help him, but Davy and the two of them kept her contained until the police were up on the porch.

  “Hello, Valyn, Jenny. Riss called us in. Told us to come and take out the trash.” Someone behind him laughed. “She sure is going to smell up the jail and the car, but what can you do? Come on, Ms. Hale, I’m hauling you in for trespassing.”

  She screamed all the way to the cruiser. Jennifer pulled the boys in the house and shut the door. When she turned to him, he could see tears in her eyes and pulled her to him. But he realized a minute later that she was laughing. He joined her. There wasn’t anything funny about any of this, yet it felt good to do it.

  ~*~

  Beth didn’t know how she’d gotten arrested and brought to jail, but she was gonna sure make her daughter pay for this. She didn’t know how or when, but she’d get back at her. And to think, she’d went and made her a fucking grandma.

  Pacing the cell back and forth, Beth tried her best to stop shaking. It was getting bad, she thought. The need for a hit was making her skin crawl. Looking up when someone said her name, the water from a hose hit her square in her bloodied lip.

  “What the fuck are you doing? Stop that right now.” The water pressure was so strong that it was tearing at her clothing. Her hair was hanging down on her face, and she could smell how bad it had gotten. “Stop. You can’t do this to me. I have rights.”

  “So do we in not having to smell you anymore. Even the other prisoners are willing to go to prison to get away from you.” The water kept coming at her, like it was a fucking fire hose or something. When they turned it off, she was tossed a bar of soap and a big rag. “Wash yourself, or we’ll come in there and do it for you. And if you have one lice on your body, someone is going to cut that nasty shit off your head.”

  “You are going to be in so much trouble when I get to talk to my daughter.” The cop asked her who she thought this idea came from. “You’re kidding me. She’d not tell you to use a hose on me like that.”

  Beth washed herself with the rag she’d been given, and wasn’t too terribly shocked when it came away nearly black. Picking up the soap, Beth was shaking for an entirely different reason now. It was fucking cold, and she was nearly naked and soaking wet.

  They kept it up for at least an hour. She’d wash off and they’d hit her with the hose again. When one of them came into the cell with a pair of scissors, Beth backed up and told them to get away.

  “You either let me check your head out, or I let these others hold you down while they do. And let me tell you, bothering the Slayers like you did? Ain’t a one of us that won’t want to hurt you in some way. That Ms. Jenny? She held my momma’s hand while she was dying. I was coming to her, but Jenny, she stood in my place until I was able to get there.” She clipped those scissors together two times, like she was going to use them despite what she wanted. “Now, we’re going to have us a looksee.”

  Beth told her that Jenny was a tramp, that she was a whore and a drug addict. Anything that she could think of, she spewed it out to these people to make them see reason. But she still came at her, clipping the scissors over and over.

  She knew that she had head lice. Hell, the way she was always laying around in somebody else’s roll, it was small wonder she didn’t have more than that. As she was pulled to the floor to have her hair cut off, she could see the little suckers running for cover. Christ, this was just about as bad as it had ever been for her.

  After they’d cut all her hair off and put it in a big red bag that said bio hazard on it, she was hosed down again. Washing her head actually felt good after having the shit weighing her down all the time. When she was done, or at least they were satisfied, they gave her a towel, and when she finished they put it right in there with her hair and clothes.

  The orange clothing that she was given after being put in a different cell wasn’t soft, but it was clean. They didn’t have bras or panties for her, so she had to go commando. Not that she cared, Beth didn’t wear those things much anyway. Sitting on the bed, after all the adrenaline was wearing off, she was really hard up for a hit of something. Beth thought she was dying.

  She saw a man come in when she was at her peak of hurting. Her belly felt like it was crawling up behind her throat. Her skin, even though it was cleaner than it had been in longer than she could remember, felt like it was shrinking around her. Then it would itch like it had when she’d gotten into some poison ivy some time back.

  There was a pinch to her arm and then she was floating. It wasn’t enough, but it took the edge off. Reaching for the person she was getting high with, she realized that her hands were chained up, like they were having them some kinky sex or something. She told him that she needed more.

  “No, you’re not going to get any more than that until you’re dried out.” The man wasn’t making any sense and she told him that. “You’re in jail, Ms. Hale, and you have been for four days. I’m here to help you out and to wean you off the drugs. Slowly. I would imagine that you’ve been taking them since you learned how.”

  “You know it. But why do you hold back on a girl? Come on, give me another hit. I won’t tell anybody.” He didn’t even crack a smile at her. “I’m going to be hurting here soon. Why don’t you leave it here with me and I’ll not use it all at once? You can trust me.”

  “I wouldn’t trust you with a sheet of paper right now. Are you listening to me?” She nodded. “My name is Doctor Phillips. I’m in this cell with Elizabeth Hale, fifty-year-old woman with a drug addiction. She’s been brought in on trespassing charges as well as breaking and entering, malicious conduct, and defacing a person’s home.”

  “Not right. My lovely daughter, the bitch, wouldn’t let me in the house, so I didn’t break in at all.” He told her he was referring to the Miller home. “Who the fuck are the Millers? I didn’t break into their house. Don’t you think I’d have more money on me had I done that?”

  “You apparently slept in their garage and defaced the floor, as well as a few other items. That’s where the B&E comes in.
” She told him how they’d left the door wide open. “And did they invite you in? Ask you to sleep on the floor, using the dog’s blankets? No, they didn’t. And by the way, the dog wouldn’t even sleep on those blankets again. And he drinks out of commodes.”

  “Maybe we can work something out. I’m not made for jail time. I’m a free spirit, and I can’t be cooped up in this cell for very long.” He told her to get used to it. “What do you mean, get used to it? What the hell else are you making up to charge me for?”

  “There are several warrants out for your immediate arrest in Georgia, Florida, and New Mexico. And those are only the states that came forward when we put out that you’d been caught. You’ve been really busy, haven’t you?” She smiled, thinking that he was at least seeing her side of things. “Bank robbery. Liquor store robbery, and also another charge of malicious conduct. You also sold some drugs to an undercover officer, then ran away when things got too hot. Driving without a license, DWI...the list goes on and on, but I’m sure you know that.”

  “You can’t pin that all on me. I know, what if I give you other names? Some of the people who helped me. That’ll get me a lower sentence, won’t it? If nothing else, it should get me a few freebie hits from whatever you gave me before.” He told her no; just like that, no. “Come on. I need it. I’m going crazy here too. Let me at least talk to my daughter. She can be made to help me out.”

  “That’s not going to happen either, I’m afraid. She said that she wanted absolutely nothing to do with you and whatever trouble you might be in.”

  Angry now, Beth tried to pull away from the cuffs that held her to the bed. Cursing at him and her daughter, she got a headache from screaming.

  When she calmed down enough to think, she was alone in the cell. No less chained up, but she was at least on a bed. She had to talk to Jenny. There wasn’t any way that she’d think that leaving her in here was going to make her leave. Especially since she’d put her in here in the first place.

  Laying on her back, thinking hard on how to get out of this mess she was in, all she could come up with was Jenny coming down here and bailing her out. Sure, they’d had their differences, but this was some serious shit going on here. She might have to go to prison for some of the shit that she’d done. But how to tell Jenny that when she’d not even speak to her.

  Dinner was brought to her. Opening up the covered lids, she could only stare at the food there. There was roast beef over noodles and green beans, as well as a roll and butter. A piece of peach pie for dessert, and a cup of strong black coffee along with a can of pop. Hell, she thought, I might just stay here if they’re going to feed me like this every day.

  When the guard came in she was told not to move, or they’d hurt her again. When he unlocked her right wrist, she had a moment there when she thought that she could overpower him and get away. But he looked at her and she felt her power shrivel up like a dried-up flower.

  “Do it and you’ll never see the light of day again. I will not be fucked with, you hear me?” She nodded. “Good. Now eat your dinner before it gets cold. Then I’ll be back to lock you back up.”

  “Why can’t I just have one of my arms locked up? Come on, nobody will know.” He just kept going. “I can make it worth your while if you do. I’m good at giving head.”

  He stopped and looked at her. Licking her lips, she was thinking that he was surely interested when he shuddered and left her sitting there. Fucking bastard—he was more than likely one of those queers. She ate her dinner and was cuffed back up after the tray was taken away. There was no hope for it right now, she was going to be stuck here for a while. At least until she could convince Jenny that she was going to help her.

  Chapter 13

  Jenny was set to go. She was going to drop off the boys at the private school that they were going to, then she had a couple of things to do on her own. Connor was excited but scared. The other school and the teachers there had done that to him. She was going to talk to them today—one thing on her list.

  Davy was purely excited to be going to the new school. He’d already got to meet his teacher and was given a list of things that he’d need for his class. They were starting so late in the year that she worried about them falling behind, but they both had been tested and scored high marks on it.

  When she pulled up in front of the school, Davy leaped out, but Connor sat there.

  “What if they heard about us?” She told him that they had. “Who told them that we were dirty boys? Did you?”

  “No. The only thing they know about you is the praise that Valyn and I gave you both and the teachers who saw your test scores. You did well.” He didn’t move. “You do know that no one will know you here. And that means you can start fresh. You can be Connor Slayer, brilliant boy who wears very nice clothes.”

  “Maybe someone told them about me when they got my records.” She told him she was going to get them herself and bring them to the school. “Ms. Cochran didn’t talk to them?”

  “No, and she won’t, either.” She wanted to tell him that she was going to the school to take care of both the boys’ teachers, as well as the principal. “You go in and have a good day, and myself or Valyn will be here to pick you up. All right?”

  “Yes, all right. But if someone makes fun of me, I’m going to call you and have you come and get me. I can’t stand to be called names anymore.” She kissed him on the cheek and told him that she was only a phone call away. “I love you, Mom. Thank you for being the best mom in the world.”

  When he got out of the car and ran up the steps, she sat there for a few minutes gathering herself together. He loved her. And he’d called her the best mom in the world. Jenny thought that she could live on that for the rest of her life.

  Driving to the other school was a little scary for her. The accident had made her a nervous wreck, and she wasn’t all that sure at driving anyway. By the time she pulled into the parking lot, her hands were sweaty and they hurt when she pulled them off the steering wheel.

  She had called the school board yesterday and set this up. Jenny had told them who she was, who her boys were, and the circumstances of why she had them. Not the whole of it, but enough for them to know that she wasn’t happy with the way things had been for them.

  One member of the board was going to meet her here at eleven, and it was just shy of that now. Going up to the front door, she was surprised to find the security guard standing at the front counter talking to the woman there. No sign of anyone watching who came and went. The woman from the school board, Shelly Pace, was just behind her and asked him what he was doing.

  “Nothing. I was just having a conversation with Mary here. Did you know that she took first prize in the baking contest over the weekend? She brought me in some of it.” Shelly told him he was to be at the door at all times. “Nothing ever happens around here, anyway. It’s sort of boring to just stand there.”

  Shelly looked at Jenny and said nothing. When they were both in the office of the principle, she could smell beer. Looking around while no one was there but the two of them, Shelly not only found one of the empty cans in the trash can, but four more in her little fridge near the filing cabinets.

  They were both seated when Mrs. Cochran came in the room, ten minutes late. Mrs. Dufrene, also late, came in a bit later. They seemed to not know who Shelly was, and Jenny didn’t introduce them to her.

  “I’m here to get a transcript for Connor and Davy Bass.” The principle seemed stunned by the request and asked her why. “They’ve been enrolled in a different school, and they need them. Can I get them and any other paperwork they might need?”

  “Sure. I have to tell you, I’m glad that they’re no longer here.” Shelly asked her why. “Well, they were dirty and smelled. They never had the money for fees and such, and don’t get me started on how many times they were turned away from the lunch counter. The other kids didn’t want to play with them, and we didn’t encourage it either. I mean, who wants their kids associating with t
rash like that?”

  “They’re my sons now.” The teacher and the principal both looked at her and started laughing. “And why do you think that’s the least bit funny?”

  “You and those kids together. I mean, beg my pardon, but you look like you have some money. Why would you want those children next to you? They probably have head lice too.” Jenny started to stand up but was held down by Shelly. “They rarely had any food either, and we had to cut them off when there wasn’t any money coming in for it after the first couple of weeks they started here.”

  “So you let them starve?” Mrs. Cochran shrugged and looked in the file cabinet. “Did you happen to find out why there was no money coming in? Or why they were battered and bruised up? I saw one of their school photos, and Davy had a black eye and Connor a busted lip, as well as blood on his face. Why were they hurt like that, do you know?”

  “I don’t know who you think you are, but we don’t have time to go inspect every kid that comes in here. There are two hundred and ten students in this school. I have to spend my time making sure that there is enough funding to go around for deadbeat kids like those. The teachers should be responsible for that.” She handed her the transcripts. “I think it’s about time you both leave. I have a school to run, and I don’t have time to sit here and be taken apart by two women that don’t have the sense to get out of the rain.”

  “Mrs. Cochran, Mrs. Dufrene, you’re both fired. I’m the new school director, and I’m appalled at what I’ve witnessed here in the last half hour.” They both started talking at once. “Silence.”

  The room got so quiet that she could hear the guard out front talking to Mary again. This would not bode well for him either, Jenny thought. When Shelly stood up, so did she. And when she turned to her, she had a very sad smile on her face.

  “I’m so grateful for you calling us on this. Had you not, I shudder to think how much longer this would have gone on. And the way they were speaking about those children, any child like that, they should be ashamed of themselves.” When she put out her hand, Jenny took it and thanked her. “No, it’s us that will be thanking you for this. I’ve got this now. You go on and get your sons an ice cream when they get home. Lord knows they deserve it.”