attack. We need the police car out front when we head for the hospital, clearing the way.” I close my eyes, listening to the voices. The sirens are not for me. They aren’t coming to take me away for whatever shit I’ve done that I don’t know about.
I sit there, not moving, and wait even though I am lost, tired, and scared. My own actions terrify me.
The footsteps crunching along the alley, to the right again, startle me. My heart starts to pound louder as they draw nearer. One man walks along the alley until his feet are directly in front of me. His boots look like he’s a construction worker or something akin to one. He plucks the lid from my hands and tosses it to the side. “Miss?” I don’t look up, struggling with the terrible feeling inside me. He drops to his knees. “Are you okay?” He’s an older gentleman. He has a sweet smile and genuine concern on his face.
I shake my head. “Who are you?”
He gives me a funny look. “Stan. I live just over there. I wanted to go check out what the ruckus is. Are you all right?”
I shake my head again. “I hardly know.”
He lowers his gaze to mine. “Those are cops over there. Wanna go see one and see if maybe they can take you somewhere warmer than this alley?” He offers me his hand.
I place my hand in his and nod. “Okay.” I might actually be crazy and be a danger to myself. I did hurt that man on the bus, and I did wake covered in blood.
Maybe there is a reason I don’t remember anything.
Against the animalistic urges inside me, I let him pull me down the road to the place where the police and ambulance drivers are.The ambulance and half of the cops leave in a mad rush of sirens and lights.
Stan pulls me to a cop who is next to his car. He nods back at me. “Hey, I think this girl is strung out. I found her in the alley with a trash-can lid on her head.”
The cop gives me a worried look as he tilts my face up. “You okay?”
“I don’t know. I’m not strung out. I need to find my friend. She’s in Seattle.”
He sighs and nods at his car. “That’s a long ways from here. Just get in the back and I’ll give you a ride to the hospital in Seattle. I’m headed there anyway.”
I almost argue but then I think about it. “Okay.” A hospital sounds like a good idea. What am I running from? A doctor who loves me and wants to help me and protect me? Derek’s story has to have a valid reason. There must be a reason for it all. No one protects someone the way he does me unless there is something they need protecting from. The lengths he’s gone to speak of the love he has for me, more than the lies he has told can speak against it.
Either way, there is no way I am going to get anywhere without some answers, and I am not getting them by running away. All my answers are with Derek.
I climb into the back of the cop car, something that feels abhorrently wrong to me. My skin crawls and my mouth goes dry as I touch the vinyl seats. The man from the alley waves. “Feel better.”
I nod and look down at the floor. When they close the door I have the strangest sensation, like being trapped. My mind is attempting to reason with me, but my body is panicking. Its instincts are not keen on the police.
It’s weird.
6. A MAGIC COCK ON A MADMAN
C onvincing the cop to bring me to the police station downtown was easy once I had him persuaded I wasn’t strung out. But clearing my name in the system is making me nervous. The office I’m sitting in is filled with the scent of coffee and old shredded paper. I don’t remember where I smelled shredded paper before, but I know the smell.
A man walks in, closing the door and leaning against it as if he’s trapping me in there. He makes me uncomfortable instantly, making my stomach hard as a rock.
“Samantha?” His voice makes my skin crawl, but the fact he knows my real name is unbelievable.
“Jane Spears.” I don’t know why I lie, but it seems like the smarter move.
He chuckles, and I
I sit there, not moving, and wait even though I am lost, tired, and scared. My own actions terrify me.
The footsteps crunching along the alley, to the right again, startle me. My heart starts to pound louder as they draw nearer. One man walks along the alley until his feet are directly in front of me. His boots look like he’s a construction worker or something akin to one. He plucks the lid from my hands and tosses it to the side. “Miss?” I don’t look up, struggling with the terrible feeling inside me. He drops to his knees. “Are you okay?” He’s an older gentleman. He has a sweet smile and genuine concern on his face.
I shake my head. “Who are you?”
He gives me a funny look. “Stan. I live just over there. I wanted to go check out what the ruckus is. Are you all right?”
I shake my head again. “I hardly know.”
He lowers his gaze to mine. “Those are cops over there. Wanna go see one and see if maybe they can take you somewhere warmer than this alley?” He offers me his hand.
I place my hand in his and nod. “Okay.” I might actually be crazy and be a danger to myself. I did hurt that man on the bus, and I did wake covered in blood.
Maybe there is a reason I don’t remember anything.
Against the animalistic urges inside me, I let him pull me down the road to the place where the police and ambulance drivers are.The ambulance and half of the cops leave in a mad rush of sirens and lights.
Stan pulls me to a cop who is next to his car. He nods back at me. “Hey, I think this girl is strung out. I found her in the alley with a trash-can lid on her head.”
The cop gives me a worried look as he tilts my face up. “You okay?”
“I don’t know. I’m not strung out. I need to find my friend. She’s in Seattle.”
He sighs and nods at his car. “That’s a long ways from here. Just get in the back and I’ll give you a ride to the hospital in Seattle. I’m headed there anyway.”
I almost argue but then I think about it. “Okay.” A hospital sounds like a good idea. What am I running from? A doctor who loves me and wants to help me and protect me? Derek’s story has to have a valid reason. There must be a reason for it all. No one protects someone the way he does me unless there is something they need protecting from. The lengths he’s gone to speak of the love he has for me, more than the lies he has told can speak against it.
Either way, there is no way I am going to get anywhere without some answers, and I am not getting them by running away. All my answers are with Derek.
I climb into the back of the cop car, something that feels abhorrently wrong to me. My skin crawls and my mouth goes dry as I touch the vinyl seats. The man from the alley waves. “Feel better.”
I nod and look down at the floor. When they close the door I have the strangest sensation, like being trapped. My mind is attempting to reason with me, but my body is panicking. Its instincts are not keen on the police.
It’s weird.
6. A MAGIC COCK ON A MADMAN
C onvincing the cop to bring me to the police station downtown was easy once I had him persuaded I wasn’t strung out. But clearing my name in the system is making me nervous. The office I’m sitting in is filled with the scent of coffee and old shredded paper. I don’t remember where I smelled shredded paper before, but I know the smell.
A man walks in, closing the door and leaning against it as if he’s trapping me in there. He makes me uncomfortable instantly, making my stomach hard as a rock.
“Samantha?” His voice makes my skin crawl, but the fact he knows my real name is unbelievable.
“Jane Spears.” I don’t know why I lie, but it seems like the smarter move.
He chuckles, and I
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