I moaned so loud, the air vibrated with sound. “Shit, Brooklyn.” He lost himself inside of me and I accepted every brutal thrust. I needed it. I’d forgotten how amazing his pain made me feel.
“I’m not gonna last long, baby,” he told me. I didn’t care because I felt my body trembling with the need to release. In the next moment, I convulsed with a soul-rocking climax that stole the breath right from my lungs. Cease thrust into me a few more times before his heat surged into me, filling me up.
“Fuck,” he cursed letting his cock pulse between my walls. He stayed there until his dick softened and even then, I didn’t want him to leave.
We needed every second of that. My muscles were so smooth and nimble afterward and he went to sleep without moving once during the night.
**
“Wait, she’s actually getting arwested?” I asked, looking with wide eyes from Cease to Detective Buckman. He’d been handling my case like a pro and helping me navigate the shit storm in the media.
After the live stream exploded all over, the police went looking for Ashley but her family hid her and claimed she ran away. “Yeah, they found her at a birthday party for her little cousin. She posted pictures on Instagram. I guess Miss Hartwell can’t stay the hell off social media. She’s being brought in right now. Her parents are calling for her bail amount but she doesn’t get bail. She’s officially a flight risk. She’s in there until her trial.” Buckman winked at me. My mouth hung open. I was in total shock but Cease laughed at it.
“You hear that, Brook?” He patted my shoulder as I blinked repeatedly. In public, he was still my uncle and we were going with the defense that my journal was one huge lie and twisted fantasy even though it was inadmissible in court.
“I can’t believe it,” I said.
“Well, believe it. Attempted murder plus involuntary manslaughter is a serious offense,” Buckman said. I knew Ashley was getting charged with attempted murder but this was the first I was hearing about the involuntary manslaughter. My head spun and I tried to understand it all.
My lawyer, Sandy Stein was always running late but dammit if she wasn’t amazing. She came in setting down her briefcase and pushing hair out of her face.
“W-What was the involuntary manslaughter?” I asked her when she was settled. “I didn’t know anything about murder, Sandy.”
“Well, dear,” she said in a nasal Boston accent. “Not only did Miss Hartwell attempt to murder you through suicidal encouragement, but she inadvertently murdered an innocent bystander. Your unborn child. The state is prosecuting. It’s news as of her arrest. God, the look on her face was amazing.
News crews were crawling all over the place. I can show you if you wanna see but if you don’t, I understand.” Sandy had her phone tucked in her hand, ready to go. I wondered if I was a vindictive person because I wanted nothing more than to see Ashley’s face crumble when she was read her charges.
I gave a slight nod and Sandy propped up her phone in the middle of the table we were all sitting at so everyone could see. Cops swarmed the house Ashley was hiding out at. The door seemed to burst into a million pieces when the cops kicked it in. I watched them drag her out and for the first time, she didn’t look innocent to me. Her doe eyes didn’t make me think of someone friendly.
I knew how fucking evil she was and that’s all I could see. I could only see hatred and ugliness. I could only see someone that didn’t care if I lived or died.
Her head was hung low so that her hair hid most of her face. I wanted to rip her fucking hair from her head. When it came to Ashley Hartwell, I wasn’t kind and forgiving. I wanted justice and I wanted her to suffer.
“Ashley Hartwell, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Brooklyn Powers and the involuntary manslaughter of her unborn child.” The cop on the video tossed Ashley against the car and held her hands behind her back while he cuffed her and read her Miranda rights.
“What? Manslaughter? I didn’t…I didn’t know! I didn’t even touch her!” She shrieked wildly while thrashing against the metal cuffs. Seeing her anguish felt good. I didn’t know who said you couldn’t revel in the pain of others but I was reveling like shit.
Sandy stopped the video and Buckman shook his head. “They are going to nail her and I’m going to make sure of it. She’s being denied bail and she’ll sit in jail until trial,” she explained again.
“How long until her trial? I asked, looking from Buckman to Sandy.
“Thirty days. I have a feeling they’ll try her sooner. This case is all anyone is talking about. Look, go home, get some rest and stay away from the windows and stay off social media. It’s scary,” Sandy warned. “We’ll go to trial soon and then we’ll get justice for you and your baby, Brooklyn.”
“We’ll bury that bitch,” I said loud and fucking clear. Sandy gave me a high five and Buckman and Cease laughed.
**
“You know what I noticed?” Caesar asked as we drove away from the police station.
“What?” I stared down at my arms and sighed as I tried to make a tight fist with my hands.
“You said every R perfectly back there. I’m really proud of you, Kiddo.”
“Stop it,” I whined.
“What? You know I’m gonna fuck with you, Brook,” he flashed a heart-stopping smile.
“I know. I really wouldn’t want it any other way.” I hooked my pinky around his and gave it a squeeze as best I could. Cease, of course, squeezed back.
