“Do you remember anything about his house besides that it's on a hill?” he asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
“It was big and had a long driveway; I remember the entrance we took to get on the highway.”
“Which was?” he asked, and I told him. “I know the area; it’s about a twenty-minute drive. When we get off the highway, tell me what looks familiar to you. Hopefully, we can get there before it gets dark.”
“Okay,” I said. I pulled my leg with the monitor under me and sat on it to help drown out the blaring alarm. It helped a little, but the shit was annoying.
A little over thirty minutes later, because of a wreck on the highway, we were on the street that led to Pyrite's house. My heart pounded in my chest at the thought of him being arrested. Initially, the idea of him being in trouble appealed to me, but now that it was becoming a reality, I felt a sense of regret.
“Any of this look familiar?” The detective asked.
“Yeah,” I said, looking around. “Go up that street.” I pointed to the road to the left that went to Pyrite’s estate.
The detective turned and then picked up his radio. “Detective B, reporting to a possible kidnapping off West Holmes Road. Any available units in the area?”
“Hey there, Detective B,” someone from dispatch responded, a little too friendly in my opinion. Her voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it due to how loud the alarm was blaring in the truck. “I have you responding to a possible kidnapping. No one is in the area; what do you want to do?”
“I’m going to go ahead,” Detective B replied. “Put me on as an alert.”
“Will do,” dispatch replied. “Be careful.”
“Noted,” he said, then he put the radio back. We pulled up to Pyrite's house, and he shut off the car. “Are you sure this is it?”
“Yeah, this is his house,” I said, nodding. “Pyrite Stone lives here, and he kidnapped me.”
“Alright, sit here,” Detective B said, turning off the truck and getting out. “I’ll be right back.” He closed the door, rounded the truck, and walked to the house's front door.
Detective B walked up the porch steps, knocked on the door, and a few seconds later, Pyrite opened the door.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” I yelled when they pulled each other into a brotherly hug. They separated, andPyrite gave me a smile that flooded my panties and pissed me off at the same time.
The sound of the locks engaging echoed through the cab, and I grabbed the door handle to try to open it, but the door didn’t budge. Pyrite and Detective B approached the truck, and Pyrite held up his phone to show me. He slid his index finger across the screen, and the alarm shut off.
“I told you that you couldn’t get away from me,” he taunted through the window. “I wasn’t playing.”
“I fucking hate you!” I yelled and hit the window.
“No, you don’t,” he laughed. “Now, are you ready to come into the house?”
“No! I’m not going back in there,” I said, shaking my head.
Pyrite laughed, put his phone in his pocket, and nodded to his raggedy-ass friend, who stepped back and unlocked the truck doors. I waited until he opened the doors and kicked it with all my might. The door hit his friend, and Pyrite stepped back, giving me enough space to try to jump from the truck and run away. The only problem was that my feet never touched the ground, despite moving.
“Put me down, Pyrite Stone!” I yelled as he carried me toward the house.
I fought the entire walk from the truck to the house, even once I was inside. Pyrite walked me to the kitchen and dropped me into a high-back leather chair I’d never seen. I jumped to my feet, fist balled, and, without warning, hit him in the mouth. He ate my damn hit like it was normal and smiled at me. A small amount of blood was smeared on his front teeth, and all he did was laugh.
“I missed the fuck out of you,” he chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “That was the longest three hours of my life.” He nodded, and the look in his eye was so crazy that I knew I was never leaving. I tried to run, but Pyritegrabbed me around my waist and put me back in the chair. “If you run, I’m going to shock you, and I really don’t want to do that again.”
“You son of a bitch!” I swung again, but I missed.
“Chill!” Pyrite said, grabbing my arms and forcing them to my side. “If you try to hit me again, you aren’t going to like what I do.” Instead of trying to get out of his grip, I tried to head-butt him, but he moved before I could connect. Pyrite forced me into the chair and turned to the Detective, who was standing in the doorframe watching us. “Let me get your cuffs, G.”
“You better fucking not,” I yelled when he went to his hand went to his waist where his cuffs were. “No!”
“Cuff her to the chair,” Pyrite instructed. His stupid ass friend did what he said, and I swear I hated both of their asses. “Now, you’ll sit there until you get your attitude together.” He stood and stepped back.
“Fuck you, Pyrite,” I said, mugging him. I refused to cry, even though that’s exactly what I wanted to do. This shit was so embarrassing and over the top.
