“Oh yeah, she’s going to fucking prison,” Troy says, pulling on his clothes. “I’m sure I’ll get some heat from the public eye for this?—”
“Friedrick will be on your side on this, as will the PR team,” Dad grunts. “I’ll have your back on this. Rape is rape, always.”
“It is,” I say softly, putting my stun gun away as I wipe away my tears.
“Hey, you okay?” Troy asks, standing on shaky legs.
“I should be asking you that,” I breathe.
“I disagree,” he mutters.
“Cae,” Dad says, raking his hair with his fingers. “Can you stay here while I wait for the cops? I don’t want to make you do that.”
Handing him my phone, I nod.
“Yeah, Dad. I can stay.”
He squeezes my arm as he walks out the door, and I pull out a chair to sit in before my legs turn into jello again.
“You know you’re a hero,” Troy says, turning to face me. His hood is over his head, and the shadows dance over his face.
“I’m nothing like that,” I sigh. “I’m just a girl with a stun gun and a shit ton of trauma.”
“Well, I’m sorry for the trauma, and if that twunt brought any of it back up,” he mutters, scowling at the passed out omega on the ground. Did he just apologize to me? “You stood between the door and her freedom to do this to someone else. That makes youmyhero.”
My lips quiver as I nod, turning into a weeping mess. I can’t even be fucked to wipe the tears away because there’s more that will fall.
“You don’t have to tell me shit,” he rasps. “If something like this has ever happened to you, I’m so fucking sorry. I honestly just need a shower to scrub her off me and then call my wife and pack. Are you okay if I go shower? I’ll change in the bathroom too.”
“Yes, that’s fine,” I nod. I don’t know why, but nudity doesn’t bother me. He’s in the bathroom, and I can tell he’s not someone I need to fear.
Sagging in my chair as he goes to wash up, I glance at the ground where the girl moans as she begins to move. Leaning over, I put my hand on my boot where my weapon hides and glare at her. Please, make my damn day, bitch.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t wake up, and I return to my earlier position as the door is opened. Troy is still in the shower, and my dad’s eyes move to the bathroom where he can hear the water running.
“He had to,” I say without explanation as he enters the rest of the way with two officers.
“That’s understandable. There isn’t an alleged rape, it was witnessed in progress,” Dad says for the officers’ benefit.
“I’m Officer Walters and this is my partner, Minnerly. While we wait for Mr. Evans, can we ask you some questions?” he asks.
“Sure,” I breathe, swallowing hard.
Dad finds me a tissue box, and I pull out a few to dry my face before we begin to answer questions. Troy walks out into the room in the middle of it, and sinks onto a bed across from me.
“I don’t know her name,” he says, listening to a question that was asked. “I’ve never seen her before either.”
Is this because of the videos I’m making?I shudder as I think about that, keeping the thought to myself for now. It’s going to eat at me though.
The officers continue to ask Dad, Troy, and I questions, waiting for the woman on the ground to wake up. I find out that Troy was terrified when he woke up to find this person on top of him. He originally thought he was having a dream about his wife.
God, I can’t believe this happened.
“Hey!” Officer Minnerly says, walking over finally to nudge the woman with his foot. “Up and at ‘em. Maybe fix your dress too.”
“That dress length should be illegal,” I grumble. “I won’t slut shame, but?—”
“No. Today, we’re shaming and naming,” Troy mutters. “I want to know who the fuck thought it would be okay to break into my room, and I want that guy’s job who gave her the key.”
