On September 21, 2014 at approximately 1634 hours, while in a long term operation in an undercover capacity under the supervision of Lieutenant Masterson who was conducting a case buy operation in the confines of the 16 Precinct, I Undercover (UC) #C5192 picked up approximately 100 grams of alleged cocaine from John Doe “Doc” for the set price of $1500.00. The circumstance to the above is as follows:
Prior to Meeting my subject John Doe “Doc” [Case Subject] at the above location mentioned, I had spoken and made arrangements yesterday via cell phone to pick up the above amount of cocaine from John Doe “Doc,” When I reached above location “Doc” was waiting outside door of building # 420. "Doc" shook my hand and inserted one clear plastic twist bag white powdery/ rocky substance, from his right pants pocket, which I believed contained cocaine. In return I handed “Doc” $1500.00 USC/PRBM which he placed into his back pocket. He told me of a delivery of Oxycontin he was getting and he'd get in touch when his contact pulled through. I then shook his hand and informed the C.O. what transpired. No arrest made-Case Buy.
Chapter 3
Charlie
Closing the shop that night, I found Violet standing stiffly in the corner of her studio withI’m not only the President of the Douche Club for Men, I’m a MemberMatt blocking her doorway into the gallery.
Violet’s eyes were huge, and the punch that Matt had handed her the night before had, in the last few hours, blossomed into an angry mess of red and purple busted blood vessels along her beautiful cheekbone. She looked terrified and seemed to be frozen in that emotional state, glued to the damn floor. What is it with us women that when we see someone who looks stronger than us, we cower from fear? My adrenaline kicked in and flooded like an electrical current of heat across my chest and down my arms. There was no way I was going to let him hit her again.
Matt stood tall and imposing. He wore a typical muscle shirt that let him brag about how mighty and strong he was without having to say a word. Yes, Mr. Douche President, Sir, you have some mighty big muscles there, but I’m going to kick you in the junk real hard if you touch her.
And then,itspoke its venom.
“If you just did what I asked of you, then I wouldn’t have to look elsewhere, Violet. What did you expect me to do?" he questioned with an air of superiority in his voice, making him the victim and not her. “She was offering everything I was begging you for, baby. Everything and more. You were getting boring, baby. You work too much.”
He slid his hand over his nearly shaved head and down his face. “You. You act like you’re so much better than me, but you ain’t, girl. You ain’t. You ain’t nothing but a trashy runaway who got lucky. You’re nothing but shit and a bad lay and I’ve…”
I watched as her shoulders dropped forward and her head hung low with each cut of the words, taking every one in like the blade of a knife. Making her believe it was all her fault. She bent over, clenching her eyes, holding her stomach with the physical pain of what he spit from his mouth.
“Get out of my shop,” I said as I took out my phone and dialed a9and a1. I let my finger hover over the last1.
Both of their heads snapped up to look at me. Violet’s eyes widened even more; I swear I feared they’d pop right out. But Matt’s ugly scowl just got uglier, which I didn’t even think was possible–but it did. Did you ever meet one of those guys? Those muscular juiceheads you see in the gym; beautiful, tanned, toned, spandex-wearing bodies, with the tiny creepy face of a hairy little bat, and you wonder how they could ever find a girlfriend.That's Matt.
Matt’s beady black eyes narrowed at me, taking a long look. One of those once overs from head to toe like a rapist would do to his next victim. “Fuck you, Sage. What areyougoing to do to me?”
“Matt, sweetheart, all I have to do it press another little number one on my cell phone and the cops will come here. Then, it will be up to you to explain to them why Violet’s face looks like she went a round with Mike Tyson.”
His jaw clenched and his hand flew across Violet’s drawing table, whipping up a frenzy of fluttery drawings and sketches across the floor. “What-the-fuck-ever!” he yelled and stormed out the door.
I followed him out the front door and locked it as soon as he was outside. My hands were shaking from the adrenaline rush. I slumped myself up against the wall and slid down until I hit the floor.
Violet slid herself down next to me and laid her head on my shoulder. Tears streamed down her face and fell against my skin.
“Vi, you should stay here with me tonight.”
“Okay,” she sniffled.
“Please don’t believe the crap he said to you. You’re none of that stuff and you sure as hell didn’t make him do everything he did to you,” I whispered.
“Yeah. Easier said than done,” she murmured between her tears.
“I know, Sweetie. I know,” I said, squeezing her hand softly.
“Would you really have called the cops on him?”
I looked down at my phone. The screen was still on the keypad screen waiting for me to press the next 1. I closed the screen and saw an alert for a new text message. “Of course I would have called the police if I needed to. I wouldn’t let him hurt you, Vi.”
I pressed the text message.
J: Going in to work. Sweet dreams C
C: Stay safe
I ran my thumb over the screen and wished, wished with all my heart, that things could be different. That my past didn’t have to stay so far away from me. I wished that people didn’t need to fear other people, and that words didn’t hurt as much as they did.
∞
