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knees, as I breathe into a plastic bag. As much as I hate the dark, apparently I hate flashing lights and people waving guns around even more. About the time that Charlie was being shoved to the floor, I must have checked out for a few minutes. When I came back online, I was hyperventilating on a stretcher in the back of an ambulance.
    “Is that better?” the paramedic says.
    I look at my wrists, at the Technicolor bruising and welts around them. I don’t know that I’d even registered the pain before the ointment, but now they just tingle with icy numbness. My knees are shredded along with my favorite tights. “It’s fine, thanks. Where’s Charlie?”
    “I’m sorry, I don’t know. We’re going to take you into the clinic for the kit, okay?”
    “Okay…” I look over her shoulder to the dark house and the police cars surrounding it. “Wait…what kit?”
    The paramedic looks at me, pity in her eyes. I read her nametag. Nancy . Like something from an old movie. “The rape kit. We’ll need that for the court case.”
    Did I hear her wrong? “What court case? Against that dealer? Aren’t the two grow houses enough to bust him?” Wait. Did she say rape kit? “I…there was no rape.”
    Nancy looks at me again, frowning this time. “Your tights and underwear are ripped. You’re bruised”
    Well, I guess she’s never had a frantic comfort fuck over a table in the pitch dark after being rescued from a kidnapper. Because that’s pretty hard to manage without a few things getting ripped and bruised.
    “And you were saying something about being kidnapped, just now. Someone kidnapped you?”
    “Someone did kidnap me, but he didn’t rape me. Where’s Charlie? The guy who was with me when the cops busted in? Where is he?”
    Nancy shakes her head, looking so perplexed that I feel sorry for her. “I think he’s been arrested.”
    What. The. Fuck.
    If the New Year’s gods cooked this up for me, I’ve got to give it to them. This takes the cake. I meet and fuck the man of my dreams literally at midnight only to have him arrested for raping me seconds later. I would laugh if I could remember how. “I have to go.” Mercifully I don’t appear to be hooked up to any machines, so I just push past Nancy and jump down onto the driveway. “Charlie!?”
    A whole bunch of cops and various other dangerous-looking dudes turn and look at me suspiciously as I limp across the lawn. Is it possible they’re all called Charlie? Am I in a Dr. Seuss book? “Charlie?!”
    When I come around the side of the house, what I see is like something from a movie. A scary fucking movie. The driveway is bathed in spotlights. No, bathed is too soft. Flooded . The front driveway is flooded with light and ringed with police cars and other vehicles. There are at least a dozen uniform and plain clothes cops standing around. And in the middle of it, in the center of the blazing circle of light, kneeling, stooped on the gravel with his hands cuffed behind his back, is Charlie.
    “Charlie?”
    His face as he looks up at me is devastating. Beautiful and bloodied. His perfect nose is swollen and bruised. Blood is also dripping from his hairline. And when a rivulet of it drips into his eye and he tries to blink it away, something awakens in me. Some instinct I didn’t even really know I had. I want to kill someone. And the fat cop hanging over Charlie seems a pretty good contender.
    But then Charlie smiles at me. I take three long strides, shove the fat cop out of the way and wrap Charlie in my arms. “Baby, what happened? What did they do to you?”
    “Ma’am, is this the man who kidnapped you?”
    I turn back to the cop, a new understanding of the word incredulous blossoming to life inside me.
    “What the fuck are you talking about?! Are you out of your mind? This is Charlie who works for City Light. And that’s his truck, which was stolen with me in it. By someone else who apparently with all your fabulous police work, you haven’t