At first, they try to cuff me, and I suppose I don’t blame them. I am the one covered in blood. Suzy steps in and explains the situation. She presses charges. With her bruises and torn shirt, they arrest Cole and I take my girl home.
Cole’s side of the story was that it was consensual. What that idiot failed to realize is that the room had audio surveillance and cameras near the time clock, where she ran to. The lockers were not covered by these. Suzy knew that and ran into the range of the cameras. She is so smart. I am so proud of her.
“Suzy, let’s get you home.”
“I don’t want to be alone right now.”
“Anamchara, I wouldn’t be able to leave you right now even if I had too. You are coming home with me.” I say with finality.
When she smiles up at me, I know I will never leave her fucking side again. I love this woman, I just need the balls to tell her, but now isn’t the time.
“This is far from over Anamchara, you know, that right?
“I know. But I won’t be the reason that he actually hurts someone. It ends now.”
My girl is so strong. I just want to take care of her. She doesn’t really need me, but I want her to. Leading her out of the room, over the door I kicked in and out of the hospital, I keep her close to me to avoid the stares of her nosey ass co-workers. We go directly to my house. Once she is in the bathroom, I breathe a sigh of relief, thought it was hard for me to let her have some privacy. I want to go in there and comfort her, help her. Anything to alleviate the helplessness I feel. But I don’t do that. I give her some space to collect herself.
For now, just the thought of her being safe in my home is enough. The knot in my chest finally loosens and going into the kitchen, I pour myself of shot of bourbon. Suzy comes out a few minutes later, her hair wrapped in a towel, and she is just wearing one of my t-shirts. She smells of my body wash and I have to take several deep breaths.
Now is not the time to have a massive hard on, so I will it away.
“Can I have one of those?” She asks, coming up beside me and laying her head on my chest.
“Sure.” I say as I grab her a glass and pouring her a generous shot. “Do you want to talk about it?” I ask her.
“Nope, I honestly just want to forget it ever happened.”
“Really?”
“Yep, I am good. I promise.”
“Ok. Should I order a pizza?” I ask, changing the subject.
“That would be fantastic. I am starving.” She says.
“Pepperoni sound good?”
“My fave.” She claps her hands. She is handling this better than I am. I want to go down to the jail and kick his sorry ass some more.
Ordering the pizza, I go into the living room. She is sprawled out on the couch and covered up with my sister’s leopard print blanket, watching Bones.
“Why are you watching this?”
“JoJo says it’s amazing. I’ve never seen it. Have you?”
“Every episode. Verity loved it.”
“Oh, we can totally watch something else.”
“No, this is fine. It’s rewatchable.”
She giggles and leans back on the couch.
“When will the pizza be here?” She asks me.
“Rocco said about twenty minutes.”
“Rocco is the cutest!” She says laughing.