4. Olivia
Chapter four
Olivia
“Thanks?” I don’t know what to reply to, ‘Nice ride.’ I mean, I know it’s nice; I worked my ass off to get this car and pay it in full. I didn’t want a damn car payment on top of everything else.
“So where am I going?” I am taking him home; that’s where I'm going, then I'll go home and sleep. It has been a long night, and I’m still not used to swing shifts. I am more of a morning or night shift person. In my opinion, swings are for crackheads. I feel like I am always tired and can’t get anything done throughout the day because I spend most of my time sleeping.
“I live by the base. Here, I’ll pull it up on the GPS for you,” he quickly types on his phone. Then, he sets it in the cup holder facing me so I can follow the directions it gives.
I turn the radio on to the Hip-Hop station. This station is my go-to for keeping me awake on my drive home.
Of course, the next song to come on was “Mrs.Officer” by Lil Wayne, and just as I went to change the station, Alex started singing the song! Surprisingly, he doesn’t have a bad voice at all. Once he turns in his seat and starts singing directly to me, my cheeks heat up, and I blush like a teenage girl.
“That’s it! We are done with this song.” I change the station, and he laughs at me.
“Didn’t like my singing?” he winked at me.
“It’s not your singing that made me change the station. It was the song.” I roll my eyes and turn it to some heavy rock. Yes, I know I have an odd taste in music.
Next to me, Alex starts to headbang to this new song I have never heard before. All I can do is watch and chuckle. This man is a goofball and gives no fucks who sees. That’s a very admirable attribute.
As we drive through San Diego’s streets, I tap my fingers on the steering wheel while Alex enjoys his rock band concert in the passenger seat. He plays air guitar, imaginary drums, and even the imaginary keyboard while continuing to headbang. I don’t know how he isn't dizzy; I feel like I'm getting dizzy watching him.
We come up to a stoplight. I look to my right and see a guy screaming at a petite, blonde-haired girl. Her eyes are completely red, her hands are in her hair, pulling on her blonde locks, and she is shaking. I turn the music off and roll down my window just enough to hear what they say.
The poor girl sputtered out, “ I’m sorry, Andrew… I’m so sorry!” The man she was with was about 6’2” with messy red hair and a red beard that didn’t look like it had been maintained in months; he was wearing a band tee and jeans that looked like they had oil and grease all over them. You could see the rage as he flings his hands up in the air and starts to scream some more.
“You’re sorry? That’s all you have to say, you stupid bitch?” He pulls his arm back and slaps her across the face. The poor girl fell to her knees and broke down in tears. The red-haired guy that I heard is named Andrew, turns, and, with all of his weight, roundhouse kicks the girl in the stomach and makes her fly from her knees into the building they are standing next to. She buckles over, holding her stomach, trying to catch her breath.
“Did I just see what I thought I just saw?” Alex said as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door before I could answer him. He is in a full sprint toward the couple as soon as his feet hit the pavement.
The light finally turns green, and I pull over the car as fast as possible while dialing 911 to get an actual officer out here who is on duty. I need to get an ambulance and the police here.
Alex had the man’s face against the wall, both arms behind his back. This Andrew dude was kicking and screaming incoherent things at Alex.
As I hung up with the dispatcher, I ran over with my handcuffs from duty. I came up behind Alex and placed a cuff on Andrew’s wrist. Then, I took the other wrist from Alex’s grip and handcuffed it.
“Go check on her.” I move my chin toward the girl lying on the ground, holding her stomach. I could hear Alex ask her if she could hear him and if she was okay as soon as he was in front of her. Reassuring her that the paramedics were coming to get her. He was so patient and caring toward her. It was so amazing that he had that compassion in such a shitty situation.
I turn to look back at Andrew with a glare. “She said she was pregnant.” He tried to explain to me, as if that were an appropriate excuse to kick someone into a building.
“Shut the fuck up before I knock your ass out! You are on a very thin line right now, and it’s taking all of my self-control to keep calm and not beat the living fuck out of you.” I am fucking fuming right now!
“You can’t, you are a pol…” I hold my hand up to cut off what he is saying. I know he thinks that because I still have my uniform on, that I wouldn’t beat his ass. Little does he know, I don’t give a fuck!
Fucking pregnant? He just kicked a pregnant woman in the stomach?
“Alex, is she ok?” I look over at Alex with the girl. From where I am standing, I can see a pool of blood under her; the back of her head is also busted; her blonde hair is in a knotted, bloody mess. She probably has a broken rib from how hard she was kicked. No one deserves this.
“She is beat up and says her stomach hurts, but that is expected when she just got kicked in the stomach.” He said, while holding her in his arms and rubbing her hair to soothe her. He is covered in her blood
I interrupted him, “Ask her how far along she is.” He looked at me, confused, and turned to ask her anyway.
“She said 12 weeks. How did you know she is pregnant?” I ignore him and turn back to Andrew.
“You know you are fucked, right?” He looks up at me and gives me a smug smile. I roll my eyes and turn to look at the girl.
As I looked up, I saw the ambulance lights rushing towards us. Thank God! This girl needs to go to the hospital right now!