Chapter 37
He lost himself in her mouth, his eyes closing slowly as her tongue maneuvered its way around his mouth. The ever growing bulge in his pants was putting incredible pressure on his jeans. It would certainly push through in a few seconds if he didn't unzip them. Lois's hand found his crotch, and as she gripped him, he moaned hoarsely, his eyes opening and rolling into the top of his head in pleasure. "Lois," he groaned.
His pleasure was cut off instantly by a loud siren. His eyelids snapped open as he stopped moving. "Lois," he said again, but with a worrisome tone.
"What?" she mumbled, her lips still firmly fused with his.
"Police."
"Huh?" She pulled back suddenly, only to be greeted with two very hard eyes. "What about the police?"
Clark gently lifted her from his leg and stood up. The sirens got closer as he attuned his hearing. They were at the farm already.
Lois heard them, her back stiffening suddenly. "What do you think they want?"
"I'm not sure," Clark said, walking to the stairs with Lois's hand firmly tucked in his own. "Let's go see."
Pulling back, she tried to stop him. "What if they want to know about last night?"
"I think that's exactly why they're here. We didn't do anything wrong, and I'm sure they're just here to see if we know anything. I was Abby's date, remember?" When Lois's eyebrows sunk, he squeezed her hand and walked her down the loft stairs. "Don't worry, everything will be okay."
Lois put on a smile. "You're right," she said, trying desperately to reassure herself. Clark let go of her hand as they slipped out the side of the barn and into the driveway. She heard a single siren blast.
Clark eyed the police car as it came to stop, mere inches from him as dust kicked wildly in the air. Sheriff Adams stepped out of the driver's side as Deputy Morales came out of the passenger door. "Sheriff," he said, acknowledging her with a nod.
"Mr. Kent," she said pointedly.
"What can I do for you?" He felt Lois press up closer to him. By the beat of her heart, he could tell she was nervous.
"Something wrong Miss Lane?"
Lois felt like shrinking behind Clark, but she steeled herself. "No, I'm fine." The Sheriff's eyes lingered on her as she fought the urge to curse at the woman. The gaze was not only unsettling, but disrespectful.
Deputy Morales stepped forward as Clark eyed his parents coming out of the house and towards them. Kat, Victor and Chloe stood on the porch, their eyes keenly fixed on them.
"I'm sure you heard about what happened last night?" Morales asked.
"Yes," Clark replied, squinting slowly.
"Then you know that young girl is in the hospital?"
He nodded again, his drifting to his parents as they finally made there to them.
"What's going on, Sheriff?" Jonathon asked.
Sheriff Adam's walked up beside Deputy Morales and said. "We have a young girl in critical condition, and we understand that your son was her date. We would just like to ask him some questions."
Jonathon's gaze drifted to his son, who nodded with a reassuring, but weak smile.
"Clark, do you know anything about what happened last night?" Morales asked, resting his hands on the front of his belt.
"Not a lot," Clark responded, looking to his parents and then to Lois. When his eyes drifted back to Deputy Morales, he shrugged. "I remember getting knocked out and then everything went hazy. The next thing I knew I was back here."
Sheriff Adam's squinted as she motioned to the black car by the house. "Is that your car, Mr. Kent?"
Clark looked at Victor on the porch. "No."
"Whose is it?"
"A friends." He looked back to the Sheriff, who was directing the Deputy to go inspect the car.
"What are you doing?" Jonathon asked, stepping in front of the Deputy to block his path.
"I suggest you step aside," said the Sheriff as she walked away from Clark and towards the elder Kent's. "We have witnesses saying that they saw that car speed away from Main Street just after the second gunshot."
Clark stepped forward. "My friend found me unconscious and drove me back here."
"Yes, but we also found a good amount of blood and another set of tired skids in the middle of intersection. Can you explain those?"
Clark watched as the Deputy went around his father and opened Victor's car door. His eyes went right to his friend, who was beginning to step down the porch steps. Walking around his parents and leaving Lois behind, he went over to the Deputy as he began to rummage through the front seat of the vehicle.
"Sheriff?" Deputy Morales asked as he lifted a gun out of the vehicle and held it in the air. "It's a match to the bullet they extracted from the girl at the hospital."
Clark stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes lifted to the upraised weapon. He quickly glanced at Victor, who had also stopped moving. He didn't know what to say.
"Is that your car?" Sheriff Adam's asked, pushing her way to the Deputy as she looked behind him to the dark skinned man.
Victor nodded.
Adam's pulled out a plastic bag and took the gun from the Deputy, putting it in a sealing it up tight. "Arrest him," She said calmly, indicating towards Victor.
"Wait!" Clark said hurriedly, stepping forward to get in-between Victor and the officer. "This is just a big misunderstanding."
"Then we can sort it out at the station, but right now we need to take your friend into custody," the deputy replied.
Clark knew he couldn't do anything else. He turned as the man stepped passed him and cuffed Victor. "I'm sorry, Victor."
"Sorry about what?" he asked as the cuffs were slipped over his wrists behind his back. "You and I both know I didn't shoot anyone, I wasn't even there when she was shot."
"I suggest you be quiet, sir," Sheriff Adam's said as she grabbed onto the man's right arm and helped guide him to the cruiser.
Clark stared at in shock as he watched Victor get herded into the back seat of the cop car, the door slamming shut soundly. He felt the urge to blurt out everything that had happened, but he would do it later at the police station.
"I expect you at the station so that we can get to the bottom of this," Adam's said, looking at the younger Kent.
"Of course, Sheriff," Jonathon replied for his son, who had his eyes transfixed on the police car. The Sheriff tipped her hat and disappeared into the cop car with the Deputy.
Clark stood as rigid as stone, his eyes not once leaving the vehicle as it pulled out of the driveway and down the road, its lights flashing, but the siren silent.
"Clark?" Martha asked, putting a hand on his arm.
"I have some thinking to do," Clark said suddenly, walking past Lois and towards the barn. When he heard Lois start to walk after him, he said. "Alone, please."
Lois stopped dead in her pursuit and watched as Clark disappeared into the barn. Her eyes threatened to tear up, but she bit them back. Clark needed some time to think, and she would let him, but everything had suddenly become so much more complicated.
"Let's go inside," Jonathon remarked, slipping his arm around his wife's shoulder and guiding her towards the dwelling.
"Lois?" Martha asked over her shoulder as she stared at the young woman.
"I'll be there in a second," Lois replied, her back to them as she continued to stare at the barn. She wanted desperately to go after Clark, but he had asked to be alone. Clark wasn't one to sugar coat things, so he must have really wanted to be alone. She felt a hand go to her shoulder as she stood rigidly.
"Lois?" Kat asked.
"Yeah?"
"Come on, let's go inside."
Lois turned around and stared at Kat. "I don't know how you're taking this so well. I see Clark getting angry at himself and it tears me apart, but you're acting calm, especially since your boyfriend was just arrested for attempted murder."
Kat shrugged as she walked with Lois back to the house. "I know Victor didn't shoot anyone. I believe-no, I know he'll be proven innocent. It's only a matter of time."
"I wish I had your optimism."
Kat smiled weakly. "You don't know him like I do, Lois. He's much like Clark. He would never take a life, even if that meant revealing his abilities."
"Abilities?" Lois asked in wonder.
"Yes. There is some explaining to do," Kat replied with a small smile.