Chapter Eighteen #2
“Do you know why I pulled you over today?” the cop asks as I look up and find the same cop that was in the diner, laughing along with Jess the day she was bullying me.
“No, I don’t. I wasn’t speeding and there’s nothing wrong with my vehicle,” I answer him, my voice trying to be respectful despite my hatred of this cop because there’s something wrong with him. I noticed it that day in the diner.
“We got a report of suspicious activity in this vehicle. Step out so I can search it,” he states with a glimmer in his eyes I don’t trust.
“Yeah, I’m not stepping out of my vehicle when I don’t trust you.
I remember you in the diner that day. So, please, get a different officer here to deal with the report or follow me to the police station where I can talk to someone else,” I tell him, knowing there’s no way in hell I’m about to put myself in a situation where this cop hurts me despite Eric being behind us and watching everything going on.
“You listen here, Bitch. I told you to get out of the vehicle and that’s what you’re gonna do,” he yells at me and I watch as he reaches out to open my door.
“Is somethin’ wrong here?” Eric questions him, stepping up where I can see him.
“This is none of your concern. Walk back and get on your bike and move along,” the cop says, his voice hard and cold as he reaches toward his gun.
“It is my concern. Sheridan is Tease’s ol’ lady and he’ll be on his way here the very second I call him. I heard her ask for a different officer, so I suggest you make the call,” Eric says, standing tall as he stares the cop down in my defense.
“Leave. Now,” the cop yells, spittle flying from his mouth as his face turns red and he pulls out his gun. “If you don’t leave, I’ll shoot and arrest you for obstruction.”
“You have no grounds to shoot or arrest me,” Eric says, his voice hard and cold as he remains where he is and doesn’t move an inch.
Without hesitation, the cop pulls the trigger and shoots Eric right in front of me.
I scream loud as fuck and lean out the window to find Eric on the ground clutching his stomach as his shirt soaks up the blood leaving his body.
There’s too much of it and his shirt is almost completely covered.
It’s been less than a minute and I know he’s losing too much blood for him to be left on the side of the road for very long.
He needs to be taken to the hospital and it needs to happen now.
“Call for an ambulance,” I yell at the cop as he turns his attention back to me.
“I’m not calling for an ambulance at all,” he says, reaching out and ripping open the door as I practically fall out on my face since I was leaning on it to look at Eric. “This is his fault and he deserves to die here on the side of the road.”
I’m ripped from the SUV and slammed against the side as another scream is ripped from me. Looking down at Eric, I see him on his phone but I’m not sure who he’s called. I have to keep the attention on me and not on Eric before he gets hurt even more.
“Get the fuck off of me!” I yell and try to fight the asshole off of me.
I literally just got my cast off a few days ago and my wrist still hurts. Right now, it’s on fire because the cop is being aggressive and wrenching on it while keeping me forcefully pushed against the vehicle.
“I’m not getting off of you. You’re feisty as hell and it’s turning me on,” he says, grinding himself against me.
“Fuck you!” I yell, fighting against him as I feel my first wrist being surrounded by his handcuffs. The second one clicks in place around my weak wrist seconds later. “Get the hell off of me! Someone help!”
I’m fighting so hard I barely register another vehicle pulling up alongside the cop car, blocking the road. My face is smashed even harder against my SUV and I know I’ll have a bruise there.
“Well, well, well,” my mother’s voice sounds from behind us. “I always knew you were a little whore.”
“That’s you, not me,” I spit out angrily and know I’ve been set up by my incubator and this cop.
“I’m gonna enjoy paying you back for every vile word you’ve ever said to me. Get her in my fucking car now,” my mother says and the cop immediately obeys her.
“Fuck you both. I’ll make sure you both pay for this shit,” I promise them as my attention goes to Eric once more to find him trying to get off the ground to no avail. He’s still rapidly losing blood and I’m surprised he hasn’t passed out yet.
I’m forcibly shoved in the back of the old car my mother has been driving around for years.
I’m surprised it still works with how old the piece of shit it.
There’s more rust on it than paint these days and I saw more than a few holes in the exterior.
The inside isn’t much better. There’s garbage and drug paraphernalia all over the place.
I’m honestly worried about getting poked with a used needle or something.
Still, I struggle to get loose despite my hands being trapped behind my back in too tight handcuffs.
The second I’m far enough in the backseat, something hits me in the back of my head and everything goes black.