Hands Where I Can See Them
Chapter Twelve
Max's P.O.V
Eddie was out. He'd left about twenty minutes ago.
"Micky, do you trust me?" I asked her.
She was still sitting behind me, cowering in fear from seeing Eddie.
"Yes." she whispered.
"When I tell you to, take the little black spray can out of my belt and slip it into my hand."
My cheek was still bleeding, the blood trickling down my face and neck.
After about ten minutes, I heard footsteps coming back down the stairs.
"Now." I whispered to Micky.
She did what she had been told.
Obviously, Eddie wasn't insanely smart because he left mine and Angel's guns only about eight feet from us.
I pushed Micky so she was sitting more behind Angel than me, and Angel grabbed her hand.
I adjusted the little can of pepper spray in my hand and positioned it so I could spray it as soon as I needed to.
"Good job, ladies, you haven't moved since I left."
"How long are you going to keep us here?" I asked.
"As long as I want."
Well, you might have to wait a long ass time for that.
I flung up from my spot and sprayed him straight in the eyes with my spray.
He cupped his eyes and I took advantage of him not being able to see. I threw Angel her gun while she was running up the stairs with Micky.
I grabbed my gun and started to run up the stairs.
Literally, as soon as Micky and Angel were out of sight, I felt something clasp around my ankle and throw me down the stairs.
"Ow!" I yelped as my back hit the hard concrete.
"Trying to escape, I see?" Eddie asked, creepily standing over me.
I went to spray him again, but he knocked my pepper spray out of my hands.
I started to crawl backward and press myself against a wall.
When he threw me down the stairs, my gun flew out of my hands and was sitting across the room from us.
"Well, Detective, just what am I going to do with you?"
He grabbed my by my neck and yanked me upward.
"You're going to let me the fuck go, that's what you're going to do."
"Actually, that's not what I had in mind." he squeezed on my neck again and threw me down onto the ground.
I slid across the floor and knocked my head on a post that was standing vertical in the basement.
What Mr. Smarty Pants didn't think through is that he threw me in the direction of my gun.
I reached over to it and held it up toward Eddie.
"Don't make me shoot."
I slowly stood up, still pointing my gun at him.
"You wouldn't shoot me." he said, coming closer to me.
"And why wouldn't I?"
"Because I'm the only thing you have left to complete whatever it is you came here to do. You wont get shit from Micky."
"Not necessarily. You're just another fucked up sicko who likes to screw little girls out of their childhoods. Trust me, I can get what I need."
He started coming closer, his eyes narrowing.
"Don't talk to me like that."
He raised his hand and slapped me across the face.
"I'll talk to you however the fuck I want." I hissed back.
Now being the smart detective that I am, I knew how to get him down on the floor long enough to run.
But I couldn't get the time to do that because Eddie ripped the gun out of my hand and slapped his hand over my mouth.
"Detective, I'd be much more inclined to let you leave less injured if you'd shut the fuck up. Now."
Reluctantly, I nodded.
Angel's P.O.V
Once Micky and I were out of the basement and into the police car, we realized that Max wasn't behind us.
She hadn't come up from the basement.
I was sitting in the front seat and Micky was in the back.
I was about to try and find out how to get to Max when her cell phone started to ring.
I flicked it open and said, "Hello?"
"Max?" a male voice asked.
"No, this is her partner, Angel. Who is this?"
"Fang. Max's boyfriend."
"Oh yeah, I arrested you."
"That's right. Where's Max?"
"I was trying to figure that out myself. We're at Abby's uncle's- which would also make him your uncle's- house and I just got out with a little girl who was trapped in the basement, but Max never came out. I think she's still downstairs with Eddie. But I don't know if I should go down and get her out, or wait. Max is tough, she's able to handle herself. But with a rapist… I don't know."
"Max is trapped in a basement with my psychotic uncle who raped my little sister?"
"Yes, but like I said, she's tough. And she's smart. She's the only reason Micky and I got out. But she was supposed to be the last out of the basement and she never got out."
"Well, somebody needs to get their ass down there and get her the fuck out so she doesn't wind up dead!"
"She has her gun. She knows she can use it if she needs to. But Max is too damn nice to go balls out and shoot someone."
"Well, I swear, if anything fucking happens to her, I'm gonna be fucking pissed."
"Good luck with that."
And then I hung up.
Max's P.O.V
"What the hell is the point of keeping a grown woman trapped in your basement, exactly?" I asked Eddie after about half an hour.
He had taken my handcuffs and cuffed me to the post I'd been standing by and taken my gun.
Eddie came over to me and kneeled in front of me.
"What did I tell you about talking?" he asked -a rhetorical question- before punching me on the left side of my face.
I was pretty beaten up by this point. Of course, the cut on my cheek, my back hurt badly from when he threw me down the stairs, the back of my head hurt from when I hit my head on the post, my neck still had faint finger marks from when he nearly choked me, the time he slapped me, and then the punch.
I felt so helpless. I couldn't get myself out because I was cuffed to a pole, so all I could do was sit here and wait.
I hated being a damsel in distress. I'm a detective because I like being the savior.
But at this point, I was the one who needed saving.
Hey, Guys, I Just Want To Clear Something Up, And It Might Sound A Little Silly, But I Just Wanted To Say I Am IN NO WAY Condoning The Way Eddie Acts. This Story Is To Simply Raise Awareness Of Sexual Harassment And Rape.
Other Than That, I Hope You All Enjoyed Reading, And Will Review.
xoxo,
K.J.
REVIEW ANSWERES TIME:
confused: They Didnt Shoot Him Because 1) He Had Their Guns And 2) Shooting Him Makes Them No Better Than Him. Though In This Chapter, He Does Deserve To Have His Ass Shot. But For Story's Sake, I Didnt Have Her Shoot Him.
