Page 23 of The Book of Wrath

“Oh, come on now Megan. Let’s not act like you didn’t see this coming,” that voice. I recognized that voice! My heart lunged into my throat as my vision started to blur at the edges. Panic flooded me, keeping me frozen to the bed, throat too dry to scream. “You should’ve kept your eyes to yourself, and he should’ve kept his hands to himself.”

I heard a gun cock, then a gunshot rang out through the house. I screamed as she kicked through the door. Officer Sandra was standing in my doorway, looking all the world possessed, a crooked grin sliced across her face. “This is going to be fun.” She said as she charged at me on. My fight or flight instincts kicked in as I rolled off the side of the bed and tried to dash for the door. “I don’t think so!” She shouted as she turned on her heels and spun out a kick to my knees sending me screaming into the floor. My knees crunched as the connected with the floor, the rug doing nothing to cushion the hardness of the hardwood floor beneath.

My night dress left me completely exposed from my ass down. I tried to crawl away from her, but she pressed her knee forcefully into my back. My ribs crunched under the pressure. I let out a strangled scream, the air rushing out of my lungs. I flailed my feet, trying to mule kick her off of me.

A cold, hard crunch came at the top of my head. Thick, sticky, wetness trailed down my forehead. Stars blasted behind my vision and made my eyes water. Lacing her fingers through my hair, she gripped tightly at the scalp and yanked my head back. “He’s mine.” She spit, “I will ruin you, so he will never look at you again.”

She pulled out a pair of handcuffs and forced my arms behind my back as if I was being detained. I felt my arm pop at the shoulder and let out a staggering sob. I had survived some of the worst torture, I can’t let her kill me. I tried thrashing my arms and legs, but I was met with the barrel of her gun now placed on the back of my head. “Stop fighting, or I won’t just hold this here,” she tapped her gun on the back of my head and made a mocking pow sound.

I cried into the floor; I didn’t want to die. She forced my legs apart and ripped my underwear down my legs. “Wha- What are you doing?” I forced myself to ask. I had no idea if anyone was even still listening in on my phone wherever I dropped it.

“I’m ruining you. Max won’t want you if you’ve been defiled,” I could hear the smile in her voice and I cried out.

“NO! Please don’t Sandra! Please, NO!” I screamed, trying so hard to fight her hold on me. I thrashed my legs, but she pressed the barrel to the back of my thigh.

“Stop fucking thrashing or I will shoot you right here,” she pressed the gun harder into my thigh. I stopped moving. I didn’t want to be shot. “That’s a good little whore. You know you asked for this, looking at another woman’s man.”

“I- I didn’t do anything. I wasn’t looking-” my words cut off as the cool metal of the gun began sliding between my thighs. No, she wouldn’t! Panic froze me in my place. The barrel of the gun slid higher and higher until the bitter bite of the barrel pressed against my entrance.

“You did enough to have him look your way. Now, you’ll regret it,” she whispered as she shoved the barrel of the gun in my dry pussy, ripping at the sides of my entrance. The unwanted violation had me blacking out, forcing myself to hide in my mind as she repeatedly forced the barrel in and out of me at a vigorous pace. I don’t know if I was screaming or if she was laughing.

I was numb, her taunting played on repeat in my head. I didn’t deserve this. I didn’t do anything to warrant this. I tried to fight the urge to fight back. I didn’t know if she had the safety on the gun or not. She finally pulled the barrel out and laughed. The metal slid from my pussy to my ass. She was working the gun between my ass cheeks when I bucked, throwing her off of me. The gun wasn’t inside me anymore, I wasn’t about to try and fight her while the gun was in me, but I wasn’t going to let her violate me anymore.

“You bitch!” She screamed as she aimed her gun at me. I kicked out my leg and caught the tip of the gun, knocking it free from her hands. I kicked at the gun even harder, sending it closer to the bed. She rolled over and started for the gun. I had just enough time to try and get my arms in front of me. I turned on my side and pushed my arms down low, pulling my legs through the cuffs and my arms.

Sandra got to the gun before I could finish pulling my leg completely free, she turned and aimed right for my head. I dropped back to the floor as she pulled the trigger, the bullet lodging itself in the wall behind my tv. I got my leg free and pushed myself up from the ground. I charged for her, tackling her to the floor, trying to grab the gun. I heard the front door bust open and sobbed relief a little too soon.

Sandra was strong, but I would be stronger. She wrestled back and forth, all the while pulling on the gun. She bashed my head into the floor that I almost black out. She took this opportunity to gain control, pushing me on my back, aiming the gun right at my head. I closed my eyes as I felt her press the barrel to my forehead.

This was it; this was how I died.

A gunshot rang out through the house, but no pain came. I felt the splatter of warm blood on my face. I couldn’t tell if it was tears or blood I felt streaming down my chest. So, this is death. Feeling no pain, only the after math. I couldn’t breathe, I felt as though there was a heavy weight on my chest. I heard my name being yelled in the distance.

Darkness clouds what little blurry light was coming into my eyes. I couldn’t make out the face in front of me, I could hear my name being screamed. The weight on my chest felt like it was lifted, the hardness at my back was gone in a matter of seconds. Is this my body finally giving out?

Sounds and lights fade in and out, I’m so tired. I can’t keep my eyes open or focused. Everything fades to black, the heaviness of my body now gone.

Chapter 20

Max

The scene was gruesome, blood and hair everywhere. I meant to aim for her shoulder; I didn’t think that I aimed that high. The bullet went right through the back of Sandra’s skull. I had to relive the details of the scenario over and over. About the call, what happened when Roark and I kicked in the front door, the sounds of struggling from the top floor. It was way too much for me to deal with while worrying about Megan who was taken to the hospital from blood loss. Then there was Sandra, what the fuck was she doing here? Why was she attacking Megan in her home?

“Officer Carter?” Detective Miller drags my attention back to the present. “Did you hear me?”

“I’m sorry Detective. My mind is in a million different places right now. What was the question?” I asked, retraining my attention back to the hard ass in front of me. The man was tall, but not much taller than me. His salt and peppered hair was slicked back, his dark eyes drilled into me, but I wouldn’t cower from him.

“I asked if you are okay? It’s well documented that the deceased officer was in some trouble with the head of the department and that you were a key person she harassed,” he said as he looked over his notepad. It wasn’t a secret that there was a trial the other day with HR about how to handle Sandra and her issues.

“I’m stressed. I aimed for her shoulder. I didn’t mean to kill her,” I studder out, I couldn’t believe that I was the one who took her life. Guilt flooded my brain, but not my heart. You would think whatever love I had for her would make my heart break into a million pieces, but it doesn’t. My thoughts go straight to the woman who has been attacked, again.

“You know the routine when dealing with an officer shooting. Detective Montgomery already has your service weapon, you will be on leave until the investigation is finished. I don’t believe you intended to kill her. She was on the phone with 9-1-1 the entire time of the attack. Everything was recorded,” Detective Miller states, looking over my shoulder to where Roark was pacing by the car.

“Can I be excused sir? I want to go check on Megan,” I say, not caring that I’m not using her formal name.

“What is your relationship with this woman?” I can’t tell if it’s curiosity or just the normal drilling that we have to ask.

“As of earlier tonight, she became my girlfriend,” I force the words out of my mouth. I know hiding it wouldn’t look good for me.

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