by Eden Rose
Kent starts walking down the stairs with his pants half way off of his ass and I gag a little. I don’t want to see his needle dick. This is the brother that really pisses me off. He’s too interested in stealing and trying to get me to do him favors. It’s disgusting. I would never help him out.
He starts to tighten his belt and smiles crookedly at me. “Hey, baby. You ready to party?” Kent’s words are slurred and I walk alone through the house. At least he’s not in those gross baggy boxers this time.
I smile and hold my bag close to my body. “Hey. How is your dad today?” I walk myself into the house and straight to my locker that I brought. Kent, the middle son, likes to steal money from me and every other nurse. I stopped carrying cash into here but I also need some place to stash my personal stuff.
“He’s all right. A little stressed out but I think he will be happy that you are here.”
Kent stands up closer next to me and wraps his arm around me. “I have something I need you to look at.”
I shrug him off and smile a don’t-fuck-with-me smile. “Yeah, no. The kind of help you need is in a free clinic. Sorry, tonto.”
He slams his fist in the wall and I back up. “You’re a cocky bitch. Aren’t you?”
After spinning the pad lock “locked”, I walk over to the bedroom underneath the stairs. I knocked on the door and opened it to see Tim standing next to his bed. Keep in mind that he is not supposed to be doing this without help. “Tim, what are you doing?” His dumb ass sons have been forgotten.
I look over his body and notice that he is wearing the same clothes that I dressed him in yesterday for the morning shift. This is not good. Not fucking good at all. I make a mental note to call Jerry over tonight opposed to our normal Tuesdays. I’m so frustrated with everything and I need her.
Well, well, well. Aren’t I in a predicament? I’m lusting over a man and a female. I’m such a whore. I can’t help it though. The thing I love about being with a woman is the gentle-ness and the feeling of being intimate. I like the roughness of a man and the fact that I get that safe feeling. Not that Jerry wouldn’t save me if she needed to, I just feel as if Garrett would protect me no matter what.
Agh! I’m not usually wishy-washy like this!
“We-well-ll, I’m get-ttt-ing upppp. I he-ear lo-oud muuuusssic,” he stutters out and points his crooked finger towards the window.
“Please get back into bed and let me tell them to be quiet. Come on,” I flex my hand towards him and pull his two hundred pound body to the bed. Which is not a problem normally, but it sucks because I’m only a hundred pounds. “Come on.” Tim places his other hand onto my shoulder and I help him climb into bed.
“Li-zzzzz, they’re sooooo lo-oud.”
So many times I have told him that he needs to kick his sons out but he won’t do it. He’s too much of a push over. “Tim, this is getting fucking ridiculous,” I place him in the hospital bed and pull the sheets up around his body. “I know they’re your kids and all but you can’t afford to take care of them. That’s why you have nursing students helping you and not professionals.”
“I do-on’t wa-whant to-to dooo th-at.”
It took me such a long time to be able to understand what he is saying. After being around him for a year, I have been able to understand what he says better and I like him. Tim is a sweetie and he knows he is getting all of this help for free.
Helping Tim is part of the reason why I didn’t ask my mom or dad for help with a placement. If they were to have me placed somewhere, it would be someplace high end and the patient didn’t need free service because they could afford it on their own. Tim needed me and I liked feeling needed. That’s why I went into nursing.
After about an hour of calming him down and getting him to go to sleep, I crack open the door and see a bunch of people my age in the living room. Normally, I’m not intimidated by many people, but these people look scary. I look farther and see a shit ton of weed on the table. I slam the door shut and lock it from the inside.
“Hey, baby. You ready to come play?” I hear Kent ask and I shake my head to myself. It’s stupid since the door is shut, but it makes me feel better.
I’ve lived in LA for pretty much my whole life. I know what weed is and I know what they’re doing. They’re about to sell it or something and now I have seen it. Fuck. I pull my phone out and call Ben. The last thing I need is to be busted because of my being around it. I can just hear my mother. Liz, how could you be so stupid? You know better and now you’ve ruined everything for me!”
On the fifth ring, he answers. “Do you know how to tell time?”
I’m annoyed already by this conversation. Why did I call him? “Well, duh. Look, sorry to call you so late but I’m at Tim’s house-”
“God damn it,” I can hear shuffling in the background. “I have told you how many times that I didn’t want you to go there at night. It’s not safe.”
“Well, that’s why I’m calling you. His sons have a shit ton of weed on the table. Can I get them busted so they will leave Tim alone?” I’m a fucking rat and I know it.
“Fuck.” Ben is probably in bed and is about to flip out on me. We haven’t been a family for a long time but he has taken the “I need to give my step-sis a hard time” role a little too well. “Where are you?” The words were bit out and I groaned.
“In Tim’s bedroom.”
“Look, I don’t know what to do besides call the cops. I also don’t know what they will do with Tim. I need you to stay in the room and don’t bother anyone.”
Some help he is. Since I’m upset with his piss poor advice, I hang up on him and pull up Audrey’s number. I send her a text to let her know to call me when she can since there is like a two hour difference between us.
Sitting here by myself makes me think about Garrett. No matter how many times I have told myself to not think about him, I find myself doing that. It’s ridiculous. Next thing I’m probably going to do is doodle his name on my notebook. Great.
“Police! Don’t move!”
Ohmigod. I’m going to be arrested and I didn’t do anything. Like a coward, I slide under the bed and hide. It’s not much of a hiding place, but I’m hoping the police don’t check in here!
Garrett
We have been talking to Carlson for the last ten minutes about what we have seen going on in the house. It’s pretty fucking obvious what is happening and I know they’re dealing.
Not only that, but this is the house that I found Liz in.
“Go, you have the consent. Call me when you make an arrest.”
With that, we jump out of the car and secure our guns in our holsters before walking up to the door. “I’m going to look in the window and make sure that we’re not about to be ambushed,” I say and do just that.
There are about six caucasian males surrounding a coffee table full of pot. This is easy. There has to be at least a pound on the table. The men look to be about twenty or so and most of them are on the heavier side. No doubt a result from the munchies.
“You ready?” Baron asks and pulls his gun out.
He’s full of dramatics. I’m just going to throw it out there that he’s a psychopath when he gets to destroy other people’s property. “Yeah.”
The door is kicked open and all of the men stand up with their hands in the air. This house is disgusting. I’m a guy who works crazy hours and even I think that it’s fucking nasty. There are dishes all around and dirty laundry everywhere. And Liz works here? I don’t fucking think so.
Her fucking ass is finding a different place and I’m not dealing with any sass. It’s bad enough that we’re in LA but this is unacceptable.
I can’t stop my brain from conjuring a picture of old Liz telling me about all of the trouble she has gotten into. It’s still engrained in my mind seeing her on my couch and crying. She was so worried that I would hate her when she told me she started to sleep with Damien fucking Alexander.
“Police! Don’t move!” Baron yells a
nd I move around him to survey the room. “All right, who is all here? Is this everyone in your house?”
“Nah, bro, our pop is in the room with a nurse,” one of the assholes say.
My skin prickles and I’m about to rip up the whole house. Does he mean Liz? “You got this?”
Baron nods and then starts taking out the handcuffs. I walk towards the bedroom where the moron pointed to and knock on the door. “Police, open up.” There is no movement and a few seconds have passed. “Police, I’m coming in!”
The door is locked but it is one of those whimpy mother fucking locks that wouldn’t keep a baby out of the room. There isn’t a light in the room but I can hear breathing. Quickly, I grab my flashlight and notice that the man on the bed is hooked up to an oxygen tank. “Anyone in here?”
Surprisingly, the man doesn’t move. He must be out. I peek under the bed and see a flash of blonde hair. Oh fucking hell no. “Liz?”
The blonde head moves and she looks at me. “Oh thank god. I had no idea what to do!” Before she can crawl out, I reach in and grab her arm. “I was so scared.” Her body drags against the floor until she’s out from under the bed.
Once she’s in my arms, I hold her tight and brush her hair down that is currently fueled with static. “Sh, cupcake, I got you. Don’t worry.”
Her body relaxes against me and I fight a groan. I’m holding her in my arms and I’m not going to give you any bull shit, it feels amazing. Now, I have to worry about what is going on with the fucking scene.
“Did you know about these guys before?” I ask and kiss the top of her head. I’m comforting her as much as myself right now.
She nods her head and then begins to shiver. I can tell that the emotions of what just happened are getting to her. “Sh, cupcake, I got you.”
“Cupcake?”
I fight the smirk that’s about to come out and the chuckle. I call her cupcake because I bet you she’s sweet and addictive. My tongue licks my lips just thinking about it.
“Yo, G, come on. Get your booty call later!” My brother yells and I’m about to cut him.
“Fuck off,” I yell back. “Liz, are you all right in here?”
“Yeah.”
Liz
Who would have thunk it? I never would have thought I would see Garrett in the line of duty nor did I expect to see him. How truly fucked up am I that my panties are stuck to my lips right now? Every time he calls me “cupcake” I gush.
I stand in Tim’s room and look at his sleeping body. He slept through the raid and I’m so happy for that. It would have been hell to explain to him as to why his sons are about to be arrested. Did Ben call Garrett?
Shit.
Me: yo, you up?
Audrey: yeah, about to go to work. what’s up?
Me: your brothers are doing a raid at my clinical
Audrey: the fuck?
Me: yeah… it’s weird
Audrey: i bet. how are they? b just told me that he’s going back
Me: huh…
If Baron is going back, does that mean that Garrett is too? Why the hell do I care?
I hear yelling in the living room and then a door slam. Did they just leave?
The rest of my shift is pretty laid back. I mean, I watch Tim sleep while I study. It’s pretty easy and I don’t have to do much. Part of me wants to clean up the living room and then the other part of me doesn’t really care.
*
It’s seven in the morning and it’s time for me to leave. My eyes are barely open and all I want to do is sleep. I walk out to my car and sit in the driver’s seat. As soon as I sit down, my eyes close and I’m dreaming about Garrett.
What feels like seconds later, I hear a tap on the glass. My eyes snap open and embarrassment floods through me. I can’t believe I fell asleep in my car like a hobo. I start my car and before I can drive off, a tap clips on the window again. I look over and see Garrett’s beautiful face in the window. He makes the roll down mime and I roll my window down.
I ignore the fact that my heart fluttered a little when I see his face. Maybe not all the way ignore. “I say this respect: are you fucking stupid?” His voice is gruff and full of disdain.
My mouth drops and my sleep deprived brain lags. “Excuse me?” I grit out. He did not just say that to me.
“You have got to be the most stupid person I have ever met. Get out of the car right now. I’m taking you home.” Garrett tries to open my door and I just stare at him like a fish out of water. My lips open and close as I try to say something bitchy.
“I’m. Not. Going. Anywhere. With. You!”
Apparently, I’m stupid because as I say this his hand goes through my open window and unlocks my door. Before I can think of something to do in order to protect myself, he’s opened the door and is unbuckling me. “Cupcake, come on. You are not sleeping in your car and since you’re that tired, you’ll be coming with me.”
My body is dragged out of my little sports car and thrown over his shoulder. This is what I would like to say is the down side of being small. I’m easily thrown around. “Garrett, stop! Put me down!” He walks me over to his truck and opens the door. I can’t even free myself from him as he throws me in the truck and then shuts the door.
He smirks as I try to open the door after he walks away. “I’m a cop so good like trying to get out of there.”
That smug bastard! I’m so telling Audrey how much of an asshole her brother is! I never believed her when she said that her brother was such a protective person because I have never seen it. Now, I know that she wasn’t lying. This sucks!
Garrett jogs back with my keys and bag in his hand with a cocky smile on his face. I’m tempted to punch him in his teeth.
When he climbs into his truck, I cross my arms around my chest and scowl. “You know kidnapping is illegal in all fifty states. You probably should look into that, officer.”
He gasps and starts the car. I don’t get an answer until he’s driving down the road towards my place. “Thank you for letting me know. You know that you are too cute to be a pain in my ass this much.”
My mouth drops. “I didn’t ask you to pull me out my car like a fucking criminal!” I cringe because my voice has raised a few decibels.
“No, I’m doing my civic duty on making sure you don’t get fucking raped. What kind of idiot falls asleep in their car in downtown LA? Let me answer that question for you: a person who wants to get killed! What the hell were you thinking?”
All the fight had boiled in my body and I feel the need to yell and scream at him. This is ridiculous! “Just take me home and leave me the hell alone!”
At this point, I want to be anywhere where he is not at. He’s pissing me the hell off.
He pulls in front of my building and shuts the truck off. I’m flabbergasted with the fact that he locks the doors so that I can’t climb out. What the hell? I’m so pissed off at this point that I doubt I can control my anger.
“You know what, Liz? I’m so attracted to you but right now I can’t decide if I want to fuck you so hard you can’t walk or pull you over my knees and spank you so hard you can’t sit down.” He sounds so matter of fact and it pisses me off even more.
“How about neither of the two and let me out of this fucking truck?” I scream and begin pushing buttons on the door to figure out how to get out of here. It shouldn’t be that hard but I have been driving foreign cars all of my life and haven’t been in an American car in a long time. “Let me out!”
I hear the click and I throw open the door. I make a fast dash to my door and I can hear him laughing. What is so funny?
Yeah, I figured out what was so funny. I’m going to stab him in the face. God damn it. I left my bag and keys in his truck. Fuck my life.
Garrett
I can’t decide if this is funny or ridiculous. Should I laugh or continue to yell at her? What kind of moron falls asleep in their car with the keys in the ignition? Her little sporty car wouldn’t hold the resistance of my fist if I
really wanted to get into her damned car.
And now, as I’m seated in my truck, I’m watching her look up to the sky as if she’s asking for help. She was so eager to get away from me that she forgot her bag and keys. I hold both in my hands and decide that she’s going to come back here for them. There’s no way in hell that I’m bringing them to her.
She acts as if it was so bad for me to rescue her. What the hell is up with that? Liz was a god damned idiot.
