Stop A Bullet - Chapter Fourteen

Stop A Bullet1

Chapter Fourteen2

Ashely stepped onto the concreted pathway his feet hitting hard, his hand parting away from mine.3

I stepped beside him, circling my arm through the loop he had created with his hand placed on his hip. I was not ashamed of my friendship, nor was I afraid of our love. More so relived in my time of need, that he had stuck by my side despite how terrible I had been towards him. 4

Secretly I had hoped he would not decline, for the sheer fact that I needed my lover by my side in case I fell apart again and I knew that now was not the time to fall apart as much as I wanted to or needed to. I did not want to look like just another sorry case of domestic abuse. I wanted the truth heard and matters taken into action and I had no disregard for Trey whatsoever: Trey was going to lay in the grave he dug for himself long before he lay a finger on my mother.5

“You ready?” Ashley asked, clutching my arm towards his hips.6

I nodded, cocking my head to the side. My heart racing faster than I could breath. I was sure that it has skipped beats. How could it not have in the state of panic I was in?7

“Pol—ice—stat--ion,” I read aloud, the words not sounding right as I worded them to Ashley. The guilt and fear was starting to settle in the pit of my conscience. The Angel and Devil long gone. Taking a hiatus in the uncharted lands in my mind. I was alone inside my head, but accompanied still and if I let the guilt take over. I would not even make it to the front door.8

“Yes, I am ready,” I stated stepping quickly towards the door, dragging Ashley across the pathway. My breathing deep and heavy; my heart beat increasing with each step we both took towards the glass,doors.9

I pushed open the doors, the instant smell of gun powder filling the air. What had they been doing? Setting of their guns inside the station? This place was about as ethical as my mothers work station.10

I held my breath, stepping through the entrance; Ashley standing close behind and made my way up to the reception desk. The height of it alone making me look like a mouse in a barn yard. The hard looking police women making me feel as small as an ant.11

I reached for Ashley, finding his hand quickly I brought it to mine, quickly clutching it tightly by my side. I looked up at the woman who seemed to be filing papers and smiled a forced smile: it was now or never, now or never.12

“May I help you young man,” the women asked with a heavy, masculine, tone of voice. Her eyes readily scanning our appearance. I was sure by the sight of her cocked eyebrow that she was disgusted by our appearance or worse assumed that we were doing drugs.13

Not that it mattered to me. I was certain that she had seen people far worse of then us. That and I had nothing to hide, but the secrets that I willing to unfold behind a closed door.14

She lowered her hat to the counter, pulling back her shoulder, length, Black, hair and smiled herself; proving that she was not another book to judge. That she meant business, but was not as hard as she looked.15

“Are you alright?” she questioned. Her eyes directed to the pair of us. Her voice softer, but no less sympathetic.16

I nodded squeezing the life from Ashley's hand. I pulled him closer, till his hand was almost in my pocket; before I opened my lips, pondering the right words to say and frowned knowing that this was not going to be as easy as I had made it out to be in my head.17

“I would like to file a...a..rep...,” I stuttered, pausing. Feeling Ashley push me to the side. His hand now on my shoulder, leaving my fingers bare of the support I had needed.18

“What he means to say Ma'am is that he is wishing to file a report and wanting to speak to any office that is available.”19

The woman looked down. Her eyes scanning mine, her smile disappearing as she raised her caterpillar, brows, above her thick,eyelashes: looking ready to question me herself.20

“May I ask what if it is in regards too,” the woman asked picking up the receiver of the phone; waiting patiently for someone on the other line to pick up.21

“In regards too a domestic situation Ma'am,” Ashley cut in:before I even had a chance to slip a word in.22

The Police woman nodded, pointing across to a set of chairs that were lined up against a noticeboard filled with posters.23

“Just take a seat and an officer will be with you shortly. Oh can I please ask for both your named” she asked, her smile returning.24

“Ashley Collinson and my buddy over here is Taint Wilberson,” Ashley answered, slowly dragging me away from the reception desk.25

The woman nodded, speaking into the phone: Lipping a thank you from her lips.26

I followed Ashley's lead taking a seat beside him. My blood still surging through my veins; but slowing down while I began to relax; knowing that this was the right thing to do. It was the best thing to do for my family and it was the best thing to do for my freedom, my independence, my future: or what would be left of it.27

“Thanks Ashley,” I stated, formally thanking him when I darn, well could have kissed him right at this very minute. I needed to taste those lips of sweet, comfort, again; just to make me remember I was still alive and that I was really going through this.28

“ Just Remember to talk to the police officer when you get into the room, otherwise there was no point in coming and you will only make a fool of yourself. Not only that if you even so mention Trey's name in regards to domestic violence they will be over their in a snap: ready to slam you and Maggie into a foster home.”29

My nerves sparked up. Yes that was Ashley, a sure help. He always knew how to make things better; especially in times of seriousness.30

“Thanks again for making me feel a whole lot better,” I hissed.31

“No problem,” Ashley joked. His hand finding mine, resting it on his lap. “I have faith that you will be okay and just think of what you are doing for Maggie, for your mother. Imagine a world without Trey,” Ashley said raising his hands into the air as if he was trying out for “Little Miss Sparkle Fingers.”32

“Taint Wilkerson,” a voice boomed, causing Ashley and I to tare our eyes away from each other.33

I stood up, pulling Ashley to his feet. I smiled nervously at the giant that stood in front of me. My eyes feeling as if they were about to explode right out of their sockets. Not only was this guy a giant: he was fucking, damn, hot. 34

He stood straight, his arms bent over his chest :Six-foot-Five, chiseled into a God of solid, tanned, flesh and Muscle. His Muscles alone compared to Trey's made Trey look like a ballerina. But that was not the focus of my attention, nor was it the attention of Ashley.35

Both our eyes, despite out attempts to look away where on the Police officers pants: which were far better to me than the rest of his body and for reasons I wished I never knew I understood. 36

They grasped firmly at his member: his bulge looking like a fierce snake ready to be set free from its cage; screaming to wreak havoc. It did not rise and would never as long as we were around, though as we stood still, our eyes glued to the officers tight, Navy, pants I suddenly began to imagine many things that I knew very well I should not be imagining at a time like this. 37

Visions, images, like a movie; much in par with an “R” rated movie, began appearing in my head. I wondered what it would be like to be made love to like a man like himself, so strong, so powerful and as I cast my eyes back to Ashley's, pulling him close behind me: I knew very well that I was not alone in my world of fantasies.38

“Which one of you is Taint,” the officer asked ignoring our gawking eyes.39

“I...I am,” I stammered forcing myself forward. Not wanting to leave Ashley behind, knowing well that he would not move an inch.40

If I was not bisexual, I had no idea what I was. I was feeling things, good things that had be breaking out in a sweat again, just by looking into the officers eyes.41

“I'm Taint wilberson,” I started, extending my hand to his.42

He took my hand, strongly gripping it in his. His body shaking mine out of my arousal. He smiled, eying the Two of us: before he turned to look at a door to his right: Giving me a short glance as his firm ass cheeks that stretched his pants to the point of extreme.43

“You wanna head into my office,” he asked, this time his tone softer. He turned around, his facing me once again. His eyes inviting, my body aching with the heat that was purely one sided.44

I nodded, looking behind me as Ashley stepped forward ready to follow.45

“I am going to have to ask your,” he paused his eyes scanning Ashley who looked as if he had gone into a state of shock, his body trembling, shaking, not to far away from mine.46

“Friend to wait here,” the officer finished as he pressed forward, directing me towards his office.47

I turned to Ashley, my eyes ushering him towards the seats that we had risen from. As much as I wanted him in the room, I was not in a state to question the officer. I hated to leave him behind, my heart lurched from my chest, feeling as if the officer had torn it from my chest and nodded in understanding with the officer's request.48

The officer read my mind, his expression; sympathetic.49

“Believe me, if it was up to me I would let you join your friend, but we have rules and regulations we must abide by and this I am afraid is one of them. I promise I won;t keep Taint to long,” the officer reassured Ashley; watching him take a seat: His hands folded neatly in his lap.50

I faced the officer, following him towards his officer. My body still exausted from sleep deprivation and stress. Though I had to keep pushing it aside. I could do this, I was doing it and there was no turning back from this point: even if I wanted to I never could.51

Now or never Taint... Now or never.52

The Officer opened the door. The room was dark, all bar a shade of light that dulled the room, causing a soporific sensation to dwell in the air. He flicked a switch, turning on a bright ceiling light and marched forward pulling a chair out from underneath his desk; beckoning me to take a seat.53

I politely took it, feeling myself sink into it with ease. I would have fallen asleep easily if it had not been for the light that shone brightly above us, awakening me more than the sunlight ever could.54

The officer took a seat directly in front of me. His swivel chair seating him in place while he extended his hand once again; making himself comfortable.55

“My name is Officer Daniels,” he said, rustling the papers that lay scattered on his desk.56

I watched him pick up a pen, unscrewing the lid. My eyes never leaving his hand until he wrenched a blank, piece of paper from underneath the scattered mess and lay it on top of the others; writing my name at the top.57

“So Taint, what brings you here today,” he asked, snapping my eyes away from his powerful hands. The sound of his voice drifting in and out of my ears. 58

“I have come to make a report,” I replied, sitting straight in my chair, suddenly wishing that I had Ashley's hand to squeeze. I was beginning to feel a little nauseous again.59

“Ah yes, domestic I assume.”60

Assume? What had he to assume the woman from the reception had made a clear point that was the reason he was here. The reason he had the strength to drag his tired, sorry ass, all the way into town to report Trey for his brutish behavior.61

“Are you alright son,” Officer Daniels asked, pressing himself towards me. His breath smelling like mint and tobacco. It reminded me a lot of Trey's without the alcohol.62

He was the second person to ask me that. I gathered now that I must have looked and behaved exactly the way I felt and assured myself that once this was over I would head home to take a nice, hot, shower to shed myself of my appalling appearance.63

“Yes I am fine,” I responded, pulling myself together. “ And yes I am here to report domestic violence and sexual abuse of,” I paused, pushing the words out of my mouth.64

This was not a time for the cat to have hold of my tongue. This was my time now to set things right, to set things straight. I could do this...I could do this.65

“I would like to report the domestic abuse of my mother and sister.”