Her words hit me like an exposed nerve being tapped by the end of a dental probe.
Holyshit…
She said the words that needed to be said.
ThatIneed to say.
Idoneed to answer for myself.
For what I’ve done and what I do and how I just hurt the love of my life when he just defended me with his.
“You’re right,” I slowly concur, head bobbing on what feels to be its own accord. “I do.”
“See!” aggressively barks my best friend.
“She’sright, M.” Our eyes connect to aid in my reiterating, “Idoneed to answer for myself.” No reluctance occurs when turning back to the beautiful, striking woman patiently waiting beside Dixon. “Idowanna press charges, Hennington.” My arms fold across my Dalvegan green scrubs covered chest. “Heassaultedme.Heviolated me.” The tipping of my chin a bit higher is thoughtlessly done. “Heneeds to be held accountable by the law and the league.”
She begins to smirk yet abruptly stops to sass at her best friend, “Am I allowed to smile at that or am I gonna get called two for instigation?”
“Four for continuing altercation if you keep poking at your faithful pal, Pluto,” Bricks playfully point out from the doorway he’s leaning in.
“Teenage Mutant Ninja Husband, do you not have a job you should be doing thatisn’tmicromanaging me, which isherjob,” Hennington points to the dirty blonde beside her, “in case you’ve forgotten.”
“I love you too,” he lightly laughs.
“Love me further away.”
“The boys couldn’t make it past Dix to get to Blanc,” Bricks casually announces, “so they sent me.”
“We do not need more players involved in this,” Dix less than quietly informs. “One is more than enough.”
“Legally, one is too many,” Adelstein adds.
“Agreed,” Hennington quickly insists. “Tell Ewers he’s on. Blanc is unavailable for the remainder of the game. And send Groffee up to Dix’s office. We’ll meet him there.”
“Yes ma’am,” he retorts prior to exiting.
“He called me ma’am because I called him teenager,” she unhappily murmurs to her second. “How wasthatnot continuing the altercation?”
“Not the time for your weird foreplay,” her assistant hisses while gesturing Hennington towards the door. “Or for your stomach to be showing in that shirt.” A finger wag is pointed at the area. “Button up.We’re about to talk toactuallaw enforcement in an official capacity.”
“I take offense to that,” Dixon unhappily murmurs.
“We’ll meet you in the main security office with DPD in six minutes,” Adelstein states to me and my brother.
“Ichooseprivate security work,” he loudly proclaims. “I have more qualifications than most of the officers on the force – including the ones we’re about to talk to.”
“Seven minutes,” the round face woman casually corrects while cracking the door behind them, cutting off our ability to hear his continued complaints.
Post their voices fading, I exhale for the first time since this particular shitshow started.
Not to be confused with theothershitshow of absentmindedly trying to hide my boyfriend when it would’ve been the time to announce our relationship.
Why didn’t I just do that?
Why is it when I needed my voice the most, I couldn’t find it?
Fuck, why did I even consider lying about us for a second?!
