I’m grateful Prue hasn’t brought up my words yet. Maybe she didn’t hear them. Too busy touching herself to notice the word love come from my mouth, but she did bring up Janet, so maybe she is just choosing to ignore it.
That would be best for both of us. We do not have a chance in hell at making whatever this is work. Too much pain and drama exist, and I don’t know the first thing about being a boyfriend. Let alone loving someone.
“Benjamin Parker,” a voice on the other side shouts. “Open up.” I’m overly aware by the authority in their voice that I’m about to be arrested. I’m not exactly sure what the charge will be, but either way this isn’t good.
Sighing, I turn to Prue as she steps up beside me.
“Who is that?”
“I need you to listen to me. Okay? I know you have a habit of not listening to me, but this time I need you to follow my orders.” She nods. “Stay here.” I pick up my phone from the floor and thrust it into her hand. “Call Wes. Tell him I’ve been arrested. He will get me a lawyer, but I probably won’t be out until Monday. I need you to stay here. My wallet is somewhere, buy whatever you need, use it for anything, but just don’t go back to Cameron’s unless he is home. I need you to stay safe for me, okay, baby?”
“Ben, what are you talking about?”
The pounding starts again, and I sigh.
“Either your piece of shit ex or your shitty father called the cops on me,” I say, walking to the door. “Can’t be sure what the charges will be, but regardless, I’m going to be spending the night in jail.” I swing open the door.
Two police officers stand there. One is tall but balding, the other is short with greasy hair. Their name badges read Ortiz and Babcock.
“Benjamin Parker?” Ortiz asks. His bald head shines from the hall lights. Matches Babcock’s greasy hair.
“Good evening, officers, how can I help you tonight?”
“Are you Benjamin Parker?” Babcock asks.
“In the flesh.”
Ortiz reaches for my arm, pulling me out the door and spinning me around.
“You’re under arrest,” Babcock says.
“For what?” Prue says, coming into view. “What are you arresting him for?”
“Assault with a deadly weapon,” Babcock replies.
“Oh. Spicy.” I smile before pressing my finger to my lip, signaling to Prue to not say anything, while Ortiz yanks my other hand behind my back. The pain in my side and shoulder makes me see spots, but Prue’s face brings me back to the moment.
“Where are you taking him?” Prue asks, hands on her hips, glaring at them. It’s hot, and the idea of her glaring while I’m being handcuff turns me on.
“To jail,” Babcock replies. “Any weapons?”
I’m so glad I tossed the bloody pocketknife in the sink earlier. I do not need to give them anything to use against me.
“Nope. Just my massive penis.”
“Do you want that on the record?” Ortiz asks.
“That I have a giant penis? Fuck yeah, I want that on the record. I’d love nothing more than to prove that to a jury of my peers.”
I’m slightly disappointed when Prue’s eyes don’t do a loop after my comment. I thought for sure that would get a reaction from her, but she just stares, a worried look etched into her face.
Ortiz laughs though. “That smart mouth of your is going to be a problem, isn’t it?” he asks.
“Ask her. My mouth can get me out of a lot more trouble than it creates.” I smirk. This time Prue’s eyes do roll as she shoots me a pointed look. “I’ll see you soon, baby.” I wink.
This isn’t my first time being arrested, but it is the first time it’s gone to the point of getting my fingerprints and mugshot taken.I’m usually let go, but I haven’t been arrested since high school, so this is new to me.
I’ve gotten much better at not getting caught or the people I fought weren’t dumb enough to press charges. Of course, I’ve taken to verbal assaulting people more than physical.
