“We’ve had space and time already. How much time do you need now?”
“I need you to leave tonight, and I will let you know when and if I want you to come back.”
As a child,being a cop was all I wanted to do. My father was a child psychologist, and my mother was a doula. They both volunteered and taught my brother, Asad, my sister, Amani, and me to give back and support others.
I always wanted to make a difference and make the world a better place. I could think of no career that could have a greater impact and achieve that goal than becoming a police officer. I had gone to college and pursued a bachelor of science in criminal justice degree, and then I had gone on to the police academy.
Although I had graduated from a four-year-college, graduating from the police academy was the moment I was most proud of. My parents supported us in whatever endeavors wechose, and I was thankful to God for them supporting me the way they had.
But there were days when I questioned if I had gone the right route. I wondered if I should have chosen another career instead and asked myself if I were truly making a difference. Tonight was one of those nights.
“Damn. Tonight was a rough one, wasn’t it?”
My partner, Lena Ward, nodded but kept staring out the window. “We’re here, Lena. You good?”
I patted her shoulder as I switched off the ignition. She sighed and turned her gaze to me. “I’m sorry. My mind is somewhere else.”
“How about we get in here and call an end to this day?” I tapped her on the shoulder and climbed out of the car.
She sighed and got out too as we headed into the precinct. “I’ll sign the car back in. Go ahead and shower,” she stated, holding her hands up in the air to catch the keys.
I tossed them her way and headed to the locker room to change out of my uniform and shower.
“What’s good, Fullwood?” Micah Simmons, a fellow brother in blue asked.
“Can’t call it. Ready to get out of here tonight to get a peace of mind.” I removed my gun before tackling my tactical gear.
Laughing, Micah asked, “Or are you about to slide into a piece?”
His partner, Carson Jennings, came up behind us and dapped Micah up. “That’s more like what will happen,” Carson teased.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m just going home to relax and breathe. Give thanks to God for making it through another shift and having a life that’s worth living.”
“Another tough one?” Carson asked, easing up.
“Yeah, man. The kids are always the tough ones.”
“Did they make it?”
“Yeah. It ain’t always the physical scars and physical abuse that’s traumatizing though. Sometimes the mental abuse and trauma can be just as bad, if not worse than the physical.”
“You ain’t never lied, my guy.” Carson agreed.
When I finished undressing, I headed into the shower. The pelting sting of the hot water wasn’t enough to erase the pain and the trauma that I saw tonight. No matter how hard I scrubbed my body and no matter how much I tried to think positive thoughts, the only thing that I could see was that woman lying on the gurney being carried out of her house.
When I left the shower and dressed, I headed out of the locker room, jumped into my GMC Canyon, and drove to the other side of town. When I stepped into the motel room and closed the door behind me, I leaned my back against the door in relief.
I immediately removed my hoodie and smiled.
“You good, baby?” I asked.
She nodded and climbed off the bed. I admired her beautiful nude body as she made her way to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her warm breath caressed my neck as she pressed her nose into the side of it.
Callused fingers pulled my T-shirt up my back and slowly touched every muscle on my back and chest. Full, pouty lips replaced callused fingers as they kissed my skin, until my T-shirt was on the floor.
Within seconds, my joggers were pulled down around my ankles, my dick was freed from my underwear, and it was sliding down her hot throat.
“Fuck!” My hips rocked forward, searching for more.
