Page 42 of Sinful Touch

I have gone over everything over and over again inside my head, everything with Chad and with Jax, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

Even though everything has led me to this point, the point of walking into a police station and allowing others to hear my story and see the evidence of Chad hurting me, I wouldn’t change one thing because it has brought me to Jax and he is worth all the pain, all the beatings. He is worth everything to me.

Jax tightly holds my hand as he opens the front door, and we both walk in. My heart is racing so fast that I feel like I might pass out. We stop at the counter and wait patiently for the officer to get off the phone.

“Can I help you?” The man asks as he hangs up the phone.

“Yes, we need to speak to someone about a restraining order, please,” Jax says calmly.

The man nods and picks up the phone again, dialing a number.

“Can you come up to the front, please?” The man says to someone on the phone.

The man hangs up the phone and motions for us to take a seat. I see the man’s eyes go to the bruise on my eye.

I am embarrassed and feel completely exposed right now. If it wasn’t for Jax being beside me, I would have already left or, more likely, run out.

Jax turns, and we take a few steps towards the chairs, but we both stand. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me to him. I rest my forehead against his chest as he tightens his grip on my hand.

I think we are both afraid that one of us will disappear.

The door to the side opens and closes. A man about the same height as Jax walks out. He has short dark hair, and his white button-up shirt sleeves are rolled up, showing off some of his tattoos.

I lock eyes with him. He takes a deep breath as he makes his way over to us.

“Will you both come with me, please.”

I pull back and nod, The man turns back around and makes his way to the door he just came from. He opens it and motions for us to walk inside. I follow Jax and walk past the man. I hear the door close behind us; the man walks past Jax and me and turns left into a small office.

Jax and I follow behind him without saying anything.

When we get inside I notice the walls are bare, even his desk is bare except for the files to the left of his computer. The man turns around and sits on the side of his desk folding his arms over his chest.

“Who did that to you?” The man asks me, looking over my face.

I don't respond at first. Jax squeezes my hand.

“Chad, a student at Columbia,” I whisper.

“I can help you get a restraining order. It will be temporary until you can go before a judge, but you will have one in place until then,” the man says, but his tone lacks confidence, which makes me a little more on edge.

“Thank you,” I say softly.

“What is your name?’ He asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Liliana Silver”

“Liliana, I am Detective Sparks. I will not lie to you; the restraining order is a piece of paper that we will serve to Chad. The paper will state he can’t come within 100 feet of you.”

“So he can still watch me?’ I ask.

He nods. “Yes, he can.”

“What about letters, can he still send those?”

“The restraining order is to prevent him from getting close to you. He can still send the letters."

“Okay.”

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