This chapter is rated M for sexual content.
Chapter 32: The Bridge
Benoit narrowed his eyes at his ex-girlfriend. There was no way he was going to allow Emily and Mr. Heller to take Julia away from him. However, Mr. Heller still had a gun pointed at Richard so Benoit had an idea as to how this was going to play out. Still, that wasn't going to deter him from protecting his girlfriend. Benoit studied Emily for a few moments before grabbing Julia's shoulder and looking down at her. The poor woman was trembling with tears threatening to spill from her blue eyes.
Benoit hated seeing her like that.
The detective looked back at Emily. "Emily, you are not taking her."
Emily chuckled evily. "Oh I think we are, Benoit. Isn't that right, Mr. Heller?"
Mr. Heller nodded. "If she doesn't come with us, I'll shoot Richard first before we shoot the rest of you."
"No!" Linda shouted as she stood up.
Benoit noticed Jacob out of the corner of his eye. The boy was hiding behind the wall of the kitchen using his phone, hopefully to get a hold of the police. Benoit looked back at the two people and furrowed his brow.
"Emily, take me instead. Leave everyone else alone," Benoit offered.
Mr. Heller shook his head. "Nope. We want Julia, and we're going to have her unless she wants her family to die."
Benoit needed to stall them somehow. "Emily, think about what you're doin' here. This isn't right and you know it."
Emily snarled at him. "Bullshit! You're supposed to be mine, Benoit! All mine! And I'm going to make you see that!"
Benoit moved to stand in front of Julia. "Emily, let us talk about this. You both need to hold your horses, alright? This does not need to happen."
"Yes it does!" Mr. Heller shouted angrily. "This bitch needs to pay for what she did to my little girl!"
"John," Richard began. "This isn't you and you know it. Put the gun down."
"Get out of the way, Benoit," Emily warned.
Benoit felt Julia stand up behind him. "Benoit, I need to go with them. They'll shoot my family if I don't."
"No they won't. They're bluffin'," Benoit explained calmly.
John Heller pressed the gun to Richard's forehead and everyone screamed or gasped, begging John not to pull the trigger. "Do I look like I'm bluffing?!" Mr. Heller bellowed as he glared at Benoit.
Benoit eyed Jacob again who was still on the phone. Julia moved to the side and cleared her throat. "Emily, John, I'll come with as long as you promise to spare my family."
"Dammit, we need more time!" Benoit thought desperately.
"Julia, you are not goin' with them. They are not killers, are you Mr. Heller?"
Mr. Heller kept his eyes narrowed and looked at Richard. "How would you know?"
Emily aimed her gun at Richard and Julia wobbled forward. "Okay! Okay!" she shouted desperately. "I'm coming, I'm coming..."
Benoit grabbed her arm. "Julia, please don't."
Julia looked at him with fear in her eyes. "I have to. They'll kill my dad and the rest of my family otherwise."
Benoit kept his grip on her, fearing for her life. "Julia-"
"My mind is made up, Benoit. Please," she begged. "Don't let them hurt my family."
Benoit was torn, absolutely torn. He had no idea what to do. He looked around at the members of the Thrombey family, eyeing Jacob once more very briefly. It looked like he was still on the phone.
"Benoit," Julia said, grabbing his attention again. "You've gotta let me go."
Benoit's grip on her faltered. "Chickapen..."
Julia grabbed her crutches and kissed Benoit's cheek. "There's a gun in my suitcase," she whispered. "I love you," Julia said with a higher volume.
"I love you, too," he said mournfully.
Julia gave her family one last look with a frown, then she passed Mr. Heller and Emily to the front door. The two kidnappers walked backwards as Julia grabbed her coat and put it on, then she slipped her shoe on. They still had their guns aimed at the family. Julia opened the door to the blistering snowstorm that was outside, and the three people left.
Benoit immediately ran to the guest bedroom that Julia was staying in and went through her suitcase, tossing clothes here and there until he found her Glock. He checked that it was loaded, got up and ran back out in time to hear sirens approaching.
"Where are you going?" Richard asked, Linda clinging to him as she sobbed.
"To get her back," Benoit growled while putting on his coat and shoes.
Just as Julia made it to the car with the others, she heard police sirens ringing in the night.
"Shit!" Emily snapped. "Alright, get in the truck!"
Mr. Heller opened the back door and shoved Julia in. She cried out a little when her knee slammed into something, then she hurried into her seat. When she tried to grab her crutches, however, Emily threw them into the snow.
"You won't be needing those!" she shouted before slamming the door shut.
The two kidnappers got into the vehicle, then Emily turned on the truck and pulled away quickly just as the police were arriving behind them. The snow was falling harder now and making visibility almost impossible to see through, but Julia could make out Benoit's form hopping into his own vehicle as she looked out the back window. Also, from what she could tell, there were at least four police cruisers chasing after them.
"Go faster!" John snapped.
Julia heard the truck accelerate and she put on her seatbelt urgently. With the way Emily was driving, they were bound to get into an accident. Especially in this weather. Julia was not looking forward to another car crash.
She looked behind her once more. At least her rescuers were able to keep up. As she turned back around, she gasped when she saw Mr. Heller aiming a gun at her and her eyes went wide.
"I've been waiting for this for a very long time, Julia. You know you had this coming," he said with a sinister smile.
Julia gulped. "What are you going to do to me?"
Emily cackled loudly. "First, we're gonna hurt you. Slowly. Then we're gonna kill you."
Julia never felt more terrified in her entire life, even when Mrs. Heller pulled a gun on her in the bathroom at Shooter's. She bit her lower lip and did her best to remain calm, though. It wouldn't help if she became hysterical.
The truck drove through the suburbs of Boston quickly, occasionally slowing down to make turns. Even still, Julia knew the handling on the truck sucked ass. This knowledge provided small comfort as she contemplated everything that had led up to this point.
"So how exactly do you plan on escaping the police?" Julia asked.
"They'll either give up or won't be able to keep up," Emily said, pressing her foot more on the accelerator.
Julia's mouth dropped. "You're fucking insane. Both of you are."
Julia recognized the area they were in. They were soon going to be heading across the bridge that stood over the Neponset River. That bridge was notorious for having black ice and she hoped to god they didn't hit a patch.
Julia needed a plan to get out of this, she just needed the opportunity to get the gun away from John. All he had to do was look away, even for a moment, so she could grab the gun.
And then he did.
Benoit was still chasing the truck down along with four police cruisers. The snow was getting thicker by the minute and he was having a hard time keeping the truck in his sights but he wasn't about to give up.
Suddenly the truck started swerving just as they were crossing a bridge and it crashed into the railing of the bridge. The metal cracked open and Benoit slammed on his brakes, occasionally pumping them so he could slow down properly. The truck was starting to lean over the side and his heart jumped in his throat as he got out.
The police cruisers swerved to a halt as he went running towards the truck. The truck was seesawing over the side with a few creaks here and there as he approached the vehicle.
"Shit! Julia!" he called out while he got to the side of the black truck.
Julia was frantically trying to open her door but it wouldn't budge. The crash had knocked out both her kidnappers, thank God, but she still couldn't get out. She saw Benoit's face and sighed in relief. He looked like he was panicking like all hell.
"Try the other door," he said, though his voice was muffled.
Julia went up the other door but she couldn't get that open either. Suddenly she had an idea and she looked around for the gun that she'd managed to knock out of John's hand before the crash. Julia found it on the floor by her feet and she aimed it at the back window before firing off a couple shots. The window splintered into hundreds of pieces.
As Julis went to climb out the back window, she yelped when she felt a hand snake around her ankle and she looked down to see Emily grasping her leg.
"If I'm going down, you're coming with me, you bitch!" Emily yelled.
"Julia!" Benoit barked as he appeared near the bed of the truck, holding out his hand. "Take my hand!"
Julia tried to reach for his hand, trying to kick Emily off but Emily still had a hold on her leg. Their fingers barely touched when Emily yanked Julia down, causing the truck to teeter forward. Benoit's face contorted in horror as the truck moved down. Julia took one last look at Benoit, her eyes wide with fear as the truck went over the side. As the vehicle began its fall, Julia looked down and grasped onto John's seat as they hit the ice. The sound of the truck crashing into something solid echoed in Julia's ears and Emily's grip loosened.
Julia managed to pull herself up out of the window as the truck began to sink, water pouring in and filling up the area. It was fucking cold. She then hobbled to stand on the truck and jumped. The cold water hit Julia like a ton of bricks and she was shocked that her heart didn't stop right then and there.
Julia surfaced with a loud breath and began swimming to the river bank. She could still hear sirens on the bridge and she looked up but couldn't find Benoit anywhere.
Suddenly her body was yanked under and Julia knew immediately that it was Emily. She was trying to drown her. Emily grabbed her by the hair and held Julia down underwater. Julia struggled, trying her best to hold her breath in. She grasped Emily's hands in an effort to get them untangled from her hair but it wasn't working.
That was when Julia decided to bite the bitch on her stomach.
Julia heard the woman screech but all that Julia got out of it was a hand to her throat. Julia was running out of time to breathe.
She pulled Emily under and used her feet to push on Emily. Julia resurfaced and took a deep breath before being pulled under again. Emily yanked on her hair again and kept her underwater. Julia kept fighting the woman, struggling hard to get to the surface and breathe.
Again, Julia was running out of time. She felt her lungs start to burn from holding in air for so long and Julia couldn't hold it in anymore so she let the breath out. Bubbles floated to the top of the water.
"Shit, I'm going to die!" she thought.
Just when her vision started to blacken around the edges, Emily's grip on her hair loosened and the woman took a step back. Julia pushed off the bottom with all her might and got her head above water, taking in a huge breath before coughing. She turned to see Emily's wide eyes and blood coming from her chest. Julia looked over her shoulder and saw Benoit with a gun aimed. Julia then looked at the shocked Emily and punched her in the face. Emily fell backwards into the water and Julia took a few deep breaths.
It was finally fucking over.
"Julia, get out of the water," Benoit urged.
Julia turned and limped out of the water towards Benoit. Now Julia was shivering due to the adrenaline leaving her body as well as from the cold. Benoit instantly took her wet jacket off, then he took off his overcoat and wrapped Julia up in it before hugging her.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
"J-Just p-p-peachy," Julia stuttered.
Benoit lifted Julia up in his arms bridal style and started walking up the hill. "Let's go get you warmed up, chickapen."
After a ride to the hospital, a changing of Julia's now wet casts, and a clean bill of health, Julia was allowed to return home. To her actual home, this time. As Julia walked through the front door, she took a deep breath in through her nose.
It felt good to be home.
Benoit came in behind Julia, holding her suitcase. "Well, how does it feel to be home?" he asked her.
Julia turned around, leaned her crutches on the kitchen counter and wrapped Benoit up in a hug. After the events of that night, she just wanted him to hold her. And that's exactly what he did. He kissed her temple and stroked her hair while she began to sob into his shoulder.
"You're alright, chickapen. It's all over," Benoit said in a soothing voice.
Julia continued to cry. She almost died tonight and Benoit had saved her. "Will you spend the night with me?" she whimpered.
"You know I will," he replied. "But let's get you into some pajamas, okay?"
Julia nodded, pulling away from him and wiping her eyes. Benoit helped her upstairs and they both went to the bedroom. After helping her into some pajamas, he stripped down to his underwear and they climbed into bed after he shut off the light. Benoit pulled Julia to him, spooning her from behind and kissing the back of her neck.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked.
"Yeah, very comfortable," she replied.
"How are you feeling?"
Julia sighed deeply. "Drained. Tired."
"Do you want to skip the parties tomorrow?"
She shook her head. "I already missed Thanksgiving, I'm not gonna miss Christmas Day."
Benoit chuckled and snuggled his face into the crook of her neck, brushing his nose behind her ear. "That's my girl."
"Mmhmm." Suddenly Julia turned around to face her boyfriend. "Were you afraid tonight?"
"I was afraid. I thought you were goin' to die when the truck fell off the bridge, and I thought Emily was goin' to kill you."
"But you saved my life, Benoit," she said, cupping his cheek. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said, kissing her softly. "Were you afraid?"
"I was terrified," Julia said with a laugh. "Absolutely terrified."
"You did well, though."
"I did?" Julia said, raising a brow.
"Yes. You saved your family. I'm proud of you."
Julia giggled. "You weren't at the time."
"Actually I was, but I was moreso fearin' for your safety, chickapen."
"I'm sorry I put you through that," she said with a frown.
"Well," Benoit began, pushing a lock of hair from her face. "Doesn't matter now. It's all over. You're no longer in peril."
Benoit was right. She was safe now. She no longer had to fear for her life. All her attackers were either dead or still in jail. Well, Kelly was due to get out soon, but Julia was pretty sure Kelly would leave her alone. Unless Kelly would try to blame Julia for the death of her father. As for Peter, would he blame her for Emily's death and come after her once he got out of jail?
"What about Kelly and Peter, though? Do you think I'll have to worry about them when they get out of jail? And Mrs. Heller as well?"
Benoit shook his head. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For right now, though? You are safe and sound."
Julia grinned and snuggled against Benoit's chest. "As long as I'm with you, I am safe."
"Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around," Benoit sang softly.
Julia laughed. "That's from Sweeney Todd."
"I know. I have a penchant for musicals."
She gasped and looked at him. "Detective, you surprise me."
Benoit laughed loudly and nodded. "I gotta keep you on your toes somehow."
Julia let out a yawn and rested her head on Benoit's chest, draping her arm around his midsection. "I love you."
"I love you too," he answered, kissing the top of her head. "And I always will."
3 weeks later...
"I'm a little nervous," Julia said as she sat in the doctor's office.
"About what? Getting your cats off?" Benoit asked, sitting next to her.
"Yes."
Benoit chuckled and put an arm around her shoulders. "It will be fine," he assured her.
A nurse came out of the back room with a clipboard. "Julia Drysdale?" she called out.
Julia slowly stood up with Benoit. "That's me."
"The doctor is ready for you."
Julia took her crutches and Benoit followed her to the door. The three people walked down the hall to a room where another woman in a lab coat was sitting. She smiled at the couple.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Welsh. I'll be the one to remove your casts today," she said.
Julia nodded and sat down in a chair, Benoit joining her in the seat beside her. "Will it hurt?" Julia asked.
The doctor grabbed a type of electric saw that was connected to a machine via a hose and shook her head. "No, although you might have some discomfort after the cast comes off. That's perfectly normal as the joints and and muscles haven't been used in a while. But first, let's have a look at your ribs, shall we?"
Julia nodded and the doctor scooted closer, then Julia lifted up her sweater and shirt to expose her ribs. The doctor put on some latex gloves and pressed gently on Julia's side.
"Does it hurt when I do this? Any tenderness?" Dr. Welsh asked.
"Nope," Julia replied.
"Good. Seems like your ribs are all healed." Julia looked at Benoit knowingly, realizing that she was now well enough to finally have sex with her man. The doctor handled the electric saw. "Now, we're gonna use this to cut off your casts. It won't cut your skin or anything like that, I promise. Let's start with your arm first."
Julia held out her arm and the electric saw was turned on. The doctor began cutting along one side of the cast, a high pitched whirring sound occurring whenever the edges cut into the cast. The doctor then cut the other side of the cast, turned the saw off and grabbed medical scissors. She began cutting the gauze that underlined the cast and then, once that was done, the doctor removed the cast. Julia looked at her arm, confused at all the dark hair on it as well as the amount of flaky skin on her arm and wrist.
"Is this normal?" Julia inquired. "All the flaky skin and dark hair?"
"Oh yes, that's quite normal, although I expected to see more dry skin."
Julia chuckled. "Well, that might be because I took a dip in the river three weeks ago and had to have my casts replaced."
The doctor eyed Julia. "Oh right, yeah. That was in your file."
The doctor repeated the procedure with Julia's ankle cast and once that was removed, Julia gasped at her leg. It was smaller.
"What the hell?" she said. "Why is my leg smaller?"
"Oh, that's just from lack of use of the muscles. That'll fix itself over time," Dr. Welsh explained.
"Oh."
"Okay, so, any stiffness or discomfort in your wrist or ankle?"
Julia moved her wrist and ankle about, rolling them carefully. They felt a little tight and sore. "Hmm, a little bit," Julia replied.
"Well, that should go away on its own in time. If it doesn't or gets worse, make an appointment to come back and we'll check it out."
Julia nodded and thanked the doctor, then the couple left the doctor's office. She was amazed at how much she missed walking on her own two feet. She did a little skip and a twirl as they made their way to the car and Benoit laughed at her.
"What are you doin'?" he asked.
"Celebrating, I suppose," Julia replied. "I can finally walk."
Benoit smiled and pulled her into a warm embrace. "Yes. You have made a full recovery. And do you know what that means?"
Julia grinned. "What?" she asked, flinging her arms around the nape of his neck.
"It means we can finally," he started kissing her neck, "finally engage in some real...pleasurable activities."
"Oh yeah," Julia giggled, leaning her head back. "We should get back home immediately."
Benoit gave her a deep and sensual kiss that made Julia want to faint. After a few moments, they hurried to the car, got in and drove off in the direction of Julia's house.
Benoit had just moved in a week ago so now it was their house. The move had been brief as Benoit didn't have too much stuff to add to Julia's home but Julia made sure that all his furniture was put into the room she designated as his "man cave". He'd really liked that.
Benoit quickly pulled into the driveway and they both got out then practically ran to the door together, their feet making footprints in the snow. Julia made a mental note to take her snowblower to the driveway. As soon as Julia unlocked the door, Benoit grabbed her and kissed her passionately. She chuckled into his mouth before fiddling with the door knob. Finally, she got it open.
They got in, keeping their lips together and moaning as Benoit slammed the door shut. One by one, their clothes started coming off while they made their way up the stairs to the bedroom. By the time they got there, Julia and Benoit were just in their underwear. His eyes were dark as he stared at her before licking his lips.
"You beautiful woman," Benoit cooed, lifting her up in his arms.
"You beautiful man," Julia giggled while holding onto him.
He placed his lips on hers, softly at first, before she began to deepen it. Their mouths fought each other for dominance as Benoit placed her rump on the bed, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. It fell to the floor and his lips trailed down Julia's neck to her collarbone. A hand slipped into her panties and she gasped when his finger slid across her opening. Julia reached into his underwear and began stroking him, his member growing in the palm of her hand.
Benoit traced his finger up and down from the tip of her nub to the hole of her womanhood. His mouth found Julia's nipple and he flicked his tongue on the peaked, pink flesh before suckling on it. Julia groaned out and lifted her head back, craning her neck almost to the point where it hurt.
"Fuck, Benoit..." she whined.
He wiggled his tongue for a little bit more before moving his lips to her neglected breast. Then, all of a sudden, he stood up and took off his underwear.
"Take off your panties," he demanded.
While doing as she was told, Benoit opened the night stand drawer and took out a condom. He opened it and slid the rubber onto his penis, then tossed the wrapper to the side. Julia laid down in front of him, her legs spread open so she could put herself on display.
"Do you want to fuck me, Detective?" she asked in a sultry tone.
Benoit guffawed and climbed on top of her. "Of course."
Just as he was about to slide into her, Julia stopped him and tsked. "Tell me you want to fuck me, Detective."
Benoit stared down at her with dark eyes before leaning down and putting his mouth to her ear lobe. "I want to fuck you, Miss Drysdale. Do I have permission to fuck you?"
Hearing him say the words made her even wetter than before. "Yes," she moaned.
Benoit positioned himself at her entrance, barely pushing the tip in. He hovered for a moment before looking into her eyes.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied.
As the gazed into each other's eyes, Benoit fully sheathed himself inside of her and they both groaned out loudly.
"Finally!" Julia thought in her head.
Benoit pulled out a little then he thrust himself back in. He began repeating the action over and over, pulling Julia's body into his arms and kissing her. Julia pressed her hands on his back and moaned into his mouth. Her palms trailed down his back to his ass and she squeezed softly which encouraged Benoit to go faster and deeper inside her.
Julia was in extreme ecstacy and she could only imagine how Benoit felt, although she could take a wild guess. They continued kissing and soon Benoit was hitting deep and hard enough for the bed frame to start hitting the wall. Skin slapped against skin and Julia came up for air, breathing heavily as Benoit went even faster.
Julia felt her orgasm build slowly and she begged the detective to slam into her faster. He obliged her and she began gasping as if she couldn't breathe.
"Oh shit...shit, Benoit, I'm gonna cum..." she whined
Benoit started pumping into her so hard and fast, Julia was sure the bed frame was going to make the wall crack. Nails dragged across his skin and he hissed into her mouth. Soon her womanhood exploded with pleasure and she cried out loudly, gasping for air as her muscles clenched and relaxed around his cock.
"Chickapen, I'm gonna...ugh..."
Benoit grunted loudly and bowed his head down to Julia's forehead, shutting his eyes and thrusting once into her deeply. He was breathing heavily, as was she, and sweat was on their skin.
"Oh, donut," Julia breathed. "That was so amazing."
After a few moments, Benoit nodded his head vigorously and rolled off of her with a big grin on his face. "Yes it was."
"Was I worth the wait?" Julia asked with a giggle.
Benoit looked at her and smiled. "Most definitely. And," he scooted closer to her, wrapping her up in his arms as she snuggled against him. "I look forward to more sexual escapades with you. Especially in the next few minutes."
Julia's eyebrows raised at him. "In the next few minutes?"
Benoit chuckled deviously. "I told you. I have an overabundance of condoms for a reason."
"Oh good God," she thought.
So, I haven't been able to decide if this should be the last chapter or not. Guys, let me know if this was a good enough ending or if you want me to add more to the story.