“Is there anything combustible—explosives, gasoline, or a high-pressure vessel of some type?”
“No.”
“All right. Do not leave the property. We have some more questions to ask you.”
I feel numb. This is one of the most surreal moments of my life. I broke up with my girlfriend, I lost my opportunity with Sam, and now it seems the fire department thinks I set my own house on fire. That’s the only reason I can think I was asked to remain here. It seems like he is telling me that this is my fault. Fuck him!
I walk around the driveway, apprehension slithering through my veins as the fire crews extinguish the fire. It doesn’t take them that long. The damage, however, looks extensive. The front room of my house is now exposed to the open air; you can see through the gaping hole that the walls are now black. I cannot believe it. I walk over to my steps, sit down, and put my head in my hands, only to be rudely interrupted by the supervisor.
“Tell me what happened.”
I tell him everything that I know, all the way down to the Molotov cocktail. I hear one of the firemen call out.
“Found it.”
The fireman brings over the remains of the bottle with a rag in it. Who would do this to me? Why would anyone want to do this to my house? Delia came to mind, but that would be just too much, even for her. Is this something Sam would do? Nah, she doesn’t even know where I live.
“Do you have any idea who would want to do this to you?”
“No.”
A police car pulls onto my driveway and stops right in front of me. With his window open, the officer begins to speak.
“Are you Mick Anderson?”
“Yes, sir.”
I notice Delia in the back of the car.
“Do you recognize this woman?”
Delia avoids my gaze, looking straight ahead, tears streaming from her eyes. Her blonde hair is all dishevelled and makeup is running in lines down her face.
“Yes, that is my ex-girlfriend. Did she do this?”
“Well, we found her walking around outside of your property with burn marks on her hands. We don’t know for sure, but we are pretty sure. We are going to need you to come down to the station to give us a statement.”
“Of course.”
How could someone be so angry with me that they chose to do this? I knew she was crazy, but this took it to a whole new level. She destroyed my house. I am going to be sure to nail her to the wall.
“Do you need a ride to the police station?” the officer asks me.
“No I have my own car, I will meet you there.”
I immediately get into my car and drive to the police station. When I arrive, I have built up such a head of steam that I’m ready to rip her head off. Storming out of my car, I almost push a police officer over, rushing into the station. At this point, I couldn’t care less. I want to be sure that Delia is not going to get away with this. She is a menace and always has been. I see it now more clearly than I have ever seen anything before.
As I enter the building, there is a long desk was in front of me with two officers behind it.
“How can I help you?” one of them asks.
“My girlfriend just set my house on fire. I am here to see her go down!”
“How do you know she set your house on fire?”
“The police arrested her, that’s how.”
“Okay, sir, I know this is a pretty emotional time. Do me a favor: go sit over there and we will get the report from the officer on duty, then take your statement.”
I turn and storm away as the front doors of the police station burst open. The police are trying to control someone in handcuffs. He is thrashing and kicking around, trying to get free. I watch as the melee ensues and they wrestle the man to the ground. It takes five officers, one at each limb and one on his back, to contain him. Once they establish control, they place cuffs on his legs and arms and carry him into the station.
I sit, waiting impatiently on the uncomfortable, long bench. My leg shakes uncontrollably, which just makes me more antsy. Watching the police take down that guy distracted me a little and reminded me of the power the police had. The doors of the police station open again.
As I look over my shoulder, I am shocked. It’s Sam.
Chapter 13 Samantha – Vindication
“You little whore, you haven’t changed one bit. Now you are going to get it.”
John starts to take off his belt as I cower on the floor, awaiting my fate. A loud bang rings through my ears and then mayhem. I’m very confused by all the commotion, but realize that it’s the cavalry coming to save me. There are a band of police officers standing, shouting, guns drawn.
“Freeze! Put down the belt!”
With John’s hands already over his head, he has no choice but to let the belt drop to the floor. His pants fall down to his ankles, revealing his tighty whities. A smile forms on my face as this somehow seems like just desserts for him. As soon as his pants fall down, the officers jump in, tackling John to the ground. I am shocked by the violence of the act, but secretly glad to see it. Now he will know what it is like to be on the other end of a beating.
An officer looks over to me. “Ma’am, are you okay?”
I am okay. Better than okay. Finally, something has gone right. Finally, John has been caught red-handed with no chance of ducking out. “I guess so,” I reply. “Thank you.”
“Just glad we got here in time. That text message really did the trick.” John looks over to me, as if to say, what the hell is he talking about? “We will need you to come with us to the station, to make a report. You may also want to apply for a restraining order against him.”
“I understand.”
“We can drive you, if you like, and have someone bring you home later on.”
“That would be appreciated.”
I am so shaken up, the last thing that I want to do is drive around and find the police station. The officer brings over a blanket and puts it over my shoulders. There is something very comforting about it, perhaps the warmth. He leads me to the car and helps me inside.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see John being led into the car and driven away. I hate him. I hate him with the whole of my being. Yet somehow, I felt guilty for getting him in trouble.
As I sit in the police car, tired from the long day, my eyes begin to close. Drifting off to sleep, my thoughts float to Mick’s comforting arms. I think about him holding me, keeping me close. Keeping me safe. I had not thought of it until now, but I think I’m in love with Mick.
Disturbing images of John rush into my mind. He’s standing over me, holding a belt and whipping me hard with it. No one else is near; in fact, there’s nothing around us at all. We exist on some blank plane, just John and I. He is repeatedly beating me. I am immobilized.
All at once, a huge wave comes out of nowhere and crashes down on John’s head, knocking him away. When the wave recedes, Mick appears, standing tall and proud. I grab his hand as he helps me up and pulls me close to his lips. His lips are drawing me in, like the first time we kissed. Slowly I move in, part my lips, and wait for the sweet taste of his mouth. But rather than kiss me, he began shaking me.
“Ma’am? Ma’am!”
Why was he calling me ma’am?
“Ma’am, wake up. We’re here. “
I am surreptitiously brought back to the land of the living by the officer. He wakes me from my dream kiss, rudely. I look at him with unintentional disdain.
“Sorry to wake you. You looked uncomfortable, like you were having a bad dream.”
“Oh, yeah. Thank you…” I turn my head so he will not see my disappointment as my thoughts return to Mick.
I long to feel Mick’s lips upon mine, even though my feelings about him are still so conflicted. Not only is he my stepbrother, but he may have been cheating on his girlfriend. I have to stop going around in these circles and just decide on a plan of action.
“Here we are, ma’am. If you will come with me, we wi
ll make this as quick as possible.”
“Okay, thank you.”
The officer hurries over to my side of the car, opening the door before I can. He holds out his hand graciously and helps me out. I am so tired and just want to go home, but I realize the importance of protecting myself from John. We walk into the police station and go right over to a long desk.
“This is Officer Davies. She will help you from here.”
“Hi, Sam. Come in and sit down. I will take your statement.”
I tell the officer all of the details as best I can remember. I truly hope that this will be enough to keep John away from me. I was scared of him before he knew where I lived, and now I am just a sitting duck.
“I will get someone to take you home. Just go back out and wait on the bench.”
“Thank you again.”
Walking out to the front of the police station, I notice someone else sitting on the bench. Oh, my God. It’s Mick.
His jaw drops. “Sam?! What are you doing here?”
I stare right back at him. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here?”
“Long story,” he mutters.
I sigh. “Seems like we have both had interesting nights.”
“Listen, Sam, I am sorry about all of this. I truly am. I want to get to know you, I want to have time with you. Sure, I was in a relationship, but that was—”
I cut him off before he can finish. Though I promised I would be sympathetic to his cause, I can’t help but think he is a cheater. “Mick. You have a girlfriend, and what you did to her was wrong.”
As I hear the words fall from my lips, I wish they hadn’t. Truly, though, what chance did we have? Our courtship has been a passionate one, but at this point, that’s all it was. I still don’t know what his status is with his ex. It’s too bad that reality has to get in the way of true passion.
“Tell me that your feelings for me are gone, and I will leave you alone forever. Tell me that all we are to each other is objects of desire, and I will be gone. This is more than that—you know it, and so do I.”
Mick stands up, walking over to me. He grabs my elbows and looks deep into my eyes. “I can’t be the only one who feels these things.”
My heart pounds. His touch is so gentle, yet so firm. His gaze forces me to avert mine, but I can still see those lips—they are calling to me. My body aches for him. I want nothing more than to kiss him, but it’s not our time. I am filled with a sense of sadness at the futility of our love. A tear rolls down my cheek as I push away from Mick.
“I have to go.”
I don’t even turn to look at him. I just give up and walk away.
.Chapter 14 Samantha – Time to pay the piper
After too much time, I leave the police station. Explaining my side of the story and giving all the information I could, proved to be exhausting. I am pissed. Thoughts of Sam are still fresh in my mind as I return to my half-burnt house. What a humbling experience to know that all I have could have gone up in smoke, just like that.
The thought occurs to me, though, all of these things are just that: things. There is no love in things—love is what you have for people. My mind is calm and aflutter all at the same time as I make my way into my beloved home. It smells of smoke and burnt wood, like a campfire. I do my best not to look, but I have to. I pick up a few broken picture frames, wondering what memory should have been in them. But they’re empty. There are no memories in them because, I have no one I wanted to share memories with. I let out a big sign, turn from the carnage, and make my way to bed.
The US Open is just a day away now, and I have to concentrate on that if I am going to do as well as I hope. I need to get some board time in. I can’t remember the last time I had a practice session. It’s always hard for me to have enough time to practice. These days, there is just too much on my plate. If I could only get some time at the pier.
As I lay down on my bed, relaxing becomes easier. My bed feels so sweet, as it had been a long day. Just as I begin to drift off, I hear a knock at the door. I put on a pair of shorts and make my way there. As I peer through the peephole, I see its Sam. My annoyance shifts to pleasure and excitement as I fling open the door.
“Sam! What are you doing here?”
“I came for you, Mick.” She says it in such a sultry voice. My arousal is instantaneous.
Sam leaps at me like a cat stalking her prey. She is here for one reason, and one reason only. Who am I to deny her pleasure? As she pushes me back I stumble to the floor, yet she does not belay her pursuit. Looking up as she stands there, wearing tight PVC pants and an ankle-length trench coat, her intentions are quite clear.
Sam puts her hands on her hips, which are covered by shiny, plastic gloves, and stares at me. My cock becomes engorged at the sight of her, as a wicked smile spreads across her face. Her short, hair and piercing stare arouse me in a way I have never felt before. Sam continues to stare at me, rubbing her pussy in an almost evil fashion. I sit up in preparation to stand, but Sam places her stiletto heel upon my chest, pushing me back down. She walks forward until she has one leg on either side of my body, then turns around and squats until her ass is just inches from my face. She has a glorious ass, so round and perfect. I rub her ass, enjoying the feeling of the material on my hands. There is a zipper in arm’s reach, just below her hair. As I pull it down, the material peels out of the way as if under pressure.
The musculature of her back is very sexy. I begin to rub her back as she sits down on my chest. She peels her arms from the garment, then swivels around, still sitting on me, holding one hand in front of her ample breasts. Her heels are now by my ears.
With her free hand she reaches back and begin stroking my cock. I reach for her other arm, wanting to pull it away and see her delicious tits. She does not let me. In fact, she slaps me hard in the face, stands up, and walks away. I have no idea where she went and I’m not even sure if she’s coming back. I wait for a second and then jump up to pursue her. My cock is so hard, uncomfortably pulling at my shorts. I decide to just take off my shorts and be naked. As I run through the house, I hear her call my name—or rather, whisper it.
“Mick… I am in here.”
Slowly, I follow the sounds of Sam’s voice, only to find her in my bedroom, moaning. She is lying on the bed completely naked, with the exception of her heels. I follow the length of her leg with my eyes to try and sneak a peek at more of her, but she strategically covers herself. As she motions to me with a finger, I hypnotically walk into the room until I am at the edge of the bed. Sam arches her back seductively, never opening her eyes. Climbing up on the bed, I taste her sweet skin as I run kisses up her stomach to her pert breasts. I gently flick her nipples with my tongue. A rush of air accidentally escapes her lips in ecstasy. Sam grabs my back and pulls me in tightly. I can feel my hard cock rubbing into the wetness of her pussy. From this position, it would be impossible to enter her—Sam is holding on too tightly.
“I want you inside me, Mick. Why don’t you take me?”
I know what she really wants. She wants me to control her. Sam bares her teeth at me threateningly, goading me on. I am not one to shy away, so I force myself from her grip, backing up hard as I do. I grab Sam’s wrists and force them to the bed. She smiles and bites her lip, acknowledging my control by struggling no further.
My hard cock now rubs against her wet pussy as she moans with delight. Slowly, I slide my cock into her, allowing her to feel the full girth of it. She squeezes her eyes shut even tighter—it’s a lot of cock for anyone to take. Soon enough her pussy accommodates my manhood in a way that is almost without friction.
Sam is as wet as anyone could be, as wet as is humanly possible. She begins to struggle against my grip, but I am not about to let go. As she tries to sit up, I begin relentlessly pounding her pussy. She tries to fight off the feeling of orgasm; I can see it in her face. She tenses up her muscles, clenches her fists, and with a guttural scream she comes. Hard, and for quite a long time. As Sam
is writhing beneath me, I hear someone outside, calling my name.
“Mick!
They’re knocking so loud they’re shaking the door.
“Mick! Mick! Open the damn door!”
I pull away from Sam and press a finger to her lips, indicating for her to be quiet. Then I grab my shorts, walk over to the door, and reaching down, I grab for the handle.
Chapter 15 Mick – Competition Day
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