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References: Hank Voight's quote from CPD 6x02.
Maniac by Conan Gray.
Previously on chapter 11
"I found him," Ruzek screams in the background.
"Have you heard this, Jay? We found you, here we go." She sounds relieved. And she vents. "I love you, Jay."
"I knew you were going to find me." He cries relieved with a smile. "I love you, Hailey!"
"You love who, Jay?" Jay turns in the voice's direction and on the other side of the phone, everyone freezes.
"Josh?...you are here! So early…how was work?" Jay is embarrassed and frightened, trying to change the subject even though Josh heard his call with Hailey - the doubt is how much he heard - and the confrontation is inevitable. The call is still on and, for the general sighs he heard when Josh's presence was perceived, they are quietly listening in the course of the confrontation, he slowly manages to put it on the speaker. His salvation is to count on Intelligence and how fast they can arrive. His salvation is to count on himself and on his Ranger and Police survival training in how much he can handle Josh alone before the cavalry arrives.
"Stop funny and small talk, kid! Who do you love?"
"You…of course, you. How could I love someone else if you are the only person in my world?" Thank God he decided to be a cop instead of being an actor for a living because he was going to live under a bridge. Dramatic talent and he doesn't match at all. He can't get around the situation, can he?
"LIAR!" Josh hits one of the flower vases, crashing on the floor. He has his confirmation: he can't get around the situation. His mind returns three months ago, to the day Josh punched him, kicked him, broke his knee, and strangled him in the kitchen after the argument over food and drinks and his theory Josh was drugging him by these manners. "You are talking with those cops and that Hailey, that stupid bitch you are in love with!" Screw. Screw interpretation. Screw undercover job.
"Jay, are you ok?" Hailey exclaims on the other side of the line.
"I'm fine. First of all, do not call Hailey a 'stupid bitch', respect her. Second of all, yes I'm calling the woman I'm in love with and my team…better saying, my family…to save me from you. To rescue me from you. Because I know who I am, I found out yesterday while watching television. My brother, William Halstead, told me the day you set him free before knocked him out in front of me so I could save myself." He straightens the posture, talking powerfully. "My name is Jay Halstead, Will's brother, son of Patrick Halstead and Kathleen Halstead, former Ranger of the US Army and Intelligence detective from the Chicago Police Department, badge number 51163. I work for Sergeant Hank Voight and my partner and love interest is Detective Hailey Upton. Whoever you psycho are, named Josh or just a pseudonym, kidnapped me and Will eight months in our apartment after a game night at Molly's. You have been drugging me, beating me, and raping me because in your maniac obsessed mind I'm your husband." He screams his lungs out and tears stream down his face. "You don't have control of me now, never again, the police have our location so it's about minutes before they arrive. I suggest you stay away from me and surrender yourself."
"It was two years and two months ago." In contrast with the explicit rage in Jay's body expression, Josh is calm. Not a peacefully calm, an opened nook you can read freely; a frightening calm, a locked book, a terror film where you don't know the continuation, the future. "It was a quick visit to my bank in the middle of my lunchtime on a Friday but I saw myself in the middle of a robbery. I didn't want to die; just 30 years old and still wanted to tell my family the truth: I am gay. I knew that, out there, someone was waiting for me to call my lover, be at home at night to make out, and be the family of my dreams. That's when a soft but authoritative voice took me away from my thoughts in a door on the left side of the bank."
"It was me." Jay deducts and his bill climbs his throat in remorse.
"Tall but not taller than me, black boots just like a soldier, tight blue jeans and grey shirt allowing the defined muscles of legs, arms, and abdomen to appear. A cut brown hair, red lips, and green eyes. I found. The cop who was saving me from that mess. The man who was saving me from my lonely sad world and bringing company happiness. The man who was going to be at home at night to make out. The man who was going to be my lover. The man who was going to make my dream family come true. All the robbers were in the principal room pointing the guns at you but you were so calm. We made eye contact for a few seconds; while you were reaffirming me getting out of there alive and murmuring something, I was dreaming exotically about us. In a blink of an eye, all the robbers were dead and he was face to face with the cop and all I could think was that you were more handsome from close. After you took me to the ambulance and gave back my things, offering a big beautiful gentle smile and your hand to shake, I didn't want to wash my hands for the rest of my life as the soft touch of my idol was in my skin, however, it wasn't enough. I needed more. More touches. More talks. More smiles. I needed to own you." He says, getting closer to his direction and visually devouring him.
"Josh Delacroix." Halstead starts to feel his back hair shivers sensing the approximation and the tense trace of Josh's fingers over the television's contour.
"So you remember me? Impressive!" He says amazed. He picks up the TV and throws it at the ground. The detective jumps in shock and lets the phone fall; when he lifts from grabbing, Josh has a piece of glass.
"Jay, what just happened?" Hailey screams but he ignores.
"I vaguely remember you, yes." The green-eyed man alternates between the person and the new improvised knife. They are in the kitchen. "Josh Delacroix, you are under arrest for kidnapping, drugging, and rape on a police officer. Drop the gun or accusations will get severe to you!"
"After the hostage situation, I couldn't stop thinking and following you."
"You were…"
"Stalking you? Absolutely. And you, son of bitch, didn't suspect if your surprised expression is a sign. Seems your Ranger sense is breakable!" He says, mocking. "My old basement was full of photos: images of you in crime scenes with the team, images of you running before the sunrise or over the sidewalks near his apartment or in the park, images of you driving past the city in distinct daily periods on daily activities, images of you alone or with the team, with Will, with the firefighters from 51 and with Gaffney's doctors. What enraged me and made me capture you and the redheaded was because he appeared to be your boyfriend, gently punching each other, making each other laugh from something really stupid, sharing tight hugs. It made me jealous, you were mine, belonged to me, I owned you; my initial desire was to kill the doctor but I realized that having him was going to influence your behavior so I kidnapped both and the rest of the story you know."
"If you were so good at stalking, you should have known Will was my brother. And if you had killed him, be sure you weren't walking on the Earth's surface. Also, you are a weak coward, you just had control of me for so long because you kept me high or tied, we both know I'm stronger than you, I can immobilize in a blink. I don't belong to you and you don't owe me so step back!"
"I won't be so sure." Rapidly, the attacker tries to stab the glass into the victim, who jerks away to the right side in the last instant. Pain shoot through his left arm when the man doubled it in an awkward strange angle to his back and throws him against the kitchen countertop, hitting his ribcage. The phone falls again. His objective is to run, escape. With his ribcage and shoulder ache, somehow he can punch his attacker sometimes, letting him confused and disoriented. Mindsetting his purpose, he runs but stops to cover his head with the right arm from the wooden chair being led to his head. He can inhibit it, despite the cut and tiny fragments entering, burning, but not the following couple of punches to his abdomen, sending him to the ground. Josh steps, launching his whole weight above it, in Halstead's recent healed knee, and the man screams in despite himself when a crack is heard. "You fucking idiot! You are going to regret it, lets upstairs." He says, handcuffing the man and lifting him by the hair and hands.
"Never", Halstead murmurs, keeping up his defiant look, hoping Josh can't see the fear in his eyes. Josh kicks his knee and Jay loses control over his movements, black spots dancing in his vision as he is dragged up the stairs and to the bed, protesting as his hands are tied to the bed frame and Josh walks away. He turns pale when his captor returns seconds later with his phone in his hands, sitting on Halstead's hips, despite the man's efforts to push him off.
"I demand to talk with Sergeant Hank Voight." The hurt man starts protesting under the weight on his torso just to be silenced by a punch on the face, breaking his nose. Blood. Muffled voices and noises are heard on the line until the grave voice of the leader reaches.
"Here is Sergeant Hank Voight."
"Nice to meet you, Sergeant."
"How is my detective?"
"You are way too professional and possessive over him, he is mine first of all, and be friendly, call him Jay."
"Josh, you don't have to do any harm on Jay anymore, it's over. Let's negotiate."
"I don't harm him, I love him, don't lie to me and tell me you never fantasized about taking control over your little agent here? He is a hell of a kind." He says while running his hand up and down Halstead's torso, occasionally dragging a nail over the soft skin which earned him a soft hiss from the young cop, feeling the blood drain out of his face as the hands get lower and lower, stopping right at the waistband of the boxers. Ruzek mumbles a curse in the background. "Also, I'm not looking for negotiations. I'm looking for fun. I'm looking for you to listen to the fun Halstead and I are going to have. Right, darling?"
"Fuck yourself." Jay protests. Punch. "Somebody help me!" Punch. His chin starts bleeding.
"Josh, you don't have to do this to Jay."
"Tell them what's happening here, Jay, you need to give them something visible." Josh ignores Voight and heads to put his plan into action.
"No. Get off me." Josh grabs Jay's right thumb and squirms, pulling out a scream and a snap sound when the finger is broken.
"Next time I won't simply break your thumb." Punch. "What am I doing?"
"He…is taking off…his…pants."
"Josh, stop before it is too late." Hank's frightening concerned angry scream invades the room and Jay's sorrow increases, as the most horrendous inhumane act is about to happen when he is awake and conscious and his team, his family, is listening to all of this. Hailey is listening and he just told her his true feelings, so did she.
"He is…pulling down my…pants and…boxers." Whether he keeps his eyes open to face the nightmare in the form of himself tied up to a bed with maniac feet away from him but preparing himself to rape or he closes his eyes and waits for darkness to succumb him to its profound so the pain and humiliation aren't noticed. "Oh God, this can't be happening."
"Adam, drive as fast as you can! Sarge, let me talk to Jay, please!" Hailey says hurriedly and at the edge of tears, bringing tears to his own eyes for feeling that her brokenness it's his fault.
"He is forcing my legs apart…and…sitting between them…Hailey, where are you? I need you!" He cries out when the man inserts his hard big manhood into the bloody unprepared ass.
"We are arriving, Jay, we are close, hang on and keep focused on me and my voice." She says. "Shit, I can't support lying to him. Ruzek, hurry this fuck vehicle!" It isn't supposed to him hear that last phrase.
"He started…started…stop...I..can't...please stop… AAAAAAAAHHHHHH STOP!" Pain. Cry. His heart is beating fast on his chest, his rise and fall of chest trembling by the fear and impulses by the thrusts in and out him deeply. The uncontrollable bleeding from his ass is starting to dirty all the mattresses under him, on himself and his rapist. He feels he's being ripped apart by a metal stick. It's the worst pain he ever felt. Moreover, tears are streaming down his face from the knowledge his team is listening and far away from salvation, especially the love of his life Hailey, and his physical pain. This is real life. He doesn't have the strength to scream or beg for mercy, overcome by shame for the abandoned, lonely, and rejected sensation of his helplessness, just existing drowning in pain. Will, Kim, Adam, Kevin, Alvin, Platt, Voight, and Hailey. What are they thinking about him? About how weak and vulnerable he is? He just betrayed Hailey and he is feeling sorry even though they aren't together. The pain continues to increase meanwhile Josh was next for the orgasm. However, he passed out before, pain and exhaustion.
"Josh?...you are here! So early…how was work?" Freeze air shivered them and all they can do is sigh and keep the call-up. Jay's vocal tone is embarrassed and frightened, trying to change the subject even though Josh heard the call - the doubt is how much he heard - and the confrontation is inevitable. His salvation is to count on them and how fast they can arrive and count on himself and on his Ranger and Police survival training in how much he can handle Josh alone.
They are divided into two cars: one with Adam driving with Hailey and Voight and the other with Olinsky driving with Burgess, Dawson, and Kevin. Hailey's phone, which received Jay's call, is with her in the first car but the quarter in the second car has also the call on Dawson's phone to keep updated. Kevin is monitoring the one-hour and thirty minutes travel away to the location.
"Stop funny and small talk, kid! Who do you love?"
"You…of course, you. How could I love someone else if you are the only person in my world?" Thank God Jay is a cop instead of being an actor because of dramatic talent and he wasn't born to be together.
"LIAR!" Josh's furious scream is heard before a crash. "You are talking with those cops and that Hailey, that stupid bitch you are in love with!"
"Jay, are you ok?" Hailey can't contain speechless and exclaims impulsively.
"I'm fine. First of all, do not call Hailey a 'stupid bitch', respect her. Second of all, yes I'm calling the woman I'm in love with and my team…better saying, my family…to save me from you. To rescue me from you. Because I know who I am, I found out yesterday while watching television. My brother, William Halstead, told me the day you set him free before knocked him out in front of me so I could save myself." Pause. "My name is Jay Halstead, Will's brother, son of Patrick Halstead and Kathleen Halstead, former Ranger of the US Army and Intelligence detective from the Chicago Police Department, badge number 51163. I work for Sergeant Hank Voight and my partner and love interest is Detective Hailey Upton. Whoever you psycho are, named Josh or just a pseudonym, kidnapped me and Will eight months in our apartment after a game night at Molly's. You have been drugging me, beating me, and raping me because in your maniac obsessed mind I'm your husband." His tone increases and falls abruptly. He is crying. "You don't have control of me now, never again, the police have our location so it's about minutes before they arrive. I suggest you stay away from me and surrender yourself." They desire to applaud the position and speech, Hailey is proud of her lover, but stays quiet, hearing the continuation.
"Atwater, are we there yet?" Hank asks, proud of Jay for positioning himself yet concerned about him and the consequences his outburst might cause.
"One hour and ten minutes left."
"It was two years and two months ago." In contrast with the explicit rage in Jay's voice, Josh is calm. Not a peacefully calm; a frightening calm. "It was a quick visit to my bank in the middle of my lunchtime on a Friday but I saw myself in the middle of a robbery. I didn't want to die; just 30 years old and still wanted to tell my family the truth: I am gay. I knew that, out there, someone was waiting for me to call my lover, be at home at night to make out, and be the family of my dreams. That's when a soft but authoritative voice took me away from my thoughts in a door on the left side of the bank."
"It was me." Jay deducts rapidly, his cop instincts are accurate.
"Tall but not taller than me, black boots just like a soldier, tight blue jeans and grey shirt allowing the defined muscles of legs, arms, and abdomen to appear. A cut brown hair, red lips, and green eyes. I had found. The cop who was saving me from that mess. The man who was saving me from my lonely sad world and bringing company happiness. The man who was going to be at home at night to make out. The man who was going to be my lover. The man who was going to make my dream family come true. All the robbers were in the principal room pointing the guns at you but you were so calm. We made eye contact for a few seconds; while you were reaffirmed me getting out of there alive and murmuring something, I was dreaming exotically about us. In a blink of an eye, all the robbers were dead and he was face to face with the cop and all I could think was that you were more handsome from close. After you took me to the ambulance and gave back my things, offering a big beautiful gentle smile and your hand to shake, I didn't want to wash my hands for the rest of my life as the soft touch of my idol was in my skin, however, it wasn't enough. I needed more. More touches. More talks. More smiles. I needed to own you." The voice gets closer and they deduce that Josh is approaching Jay. Shit.
"Josh Delacroix."
"So you remember me? Impressive!" He says amazed. An enormous crash. A small crash. The sound of picking something from the floor.
"Jay, what just happened?" Hailey screams but is ignored.
"I vaguely remember you, yes." Pause "Josh Delacroix, you are under arrest for kidnapping, drugging, and rape on a police officer. Drop the gun or accusations will get severe to you!"
"After the hostage situation, I couldn't stop thinking and following you."
"You were…"
"Stalking you? Absolutely. And you, son of bitch, didn't suspect if your surprised expression is a sign. Seems your Ranger sense is breakable!" He says, mocking. "My old basement was full of photos: images of you in crime scenes with the team, images of you running before the sunrise or over the sidewalks near his apartment or in the park, images of you driving past the city in distinct daily periods on daily activities, images of you alone or with the team, with Will, with the firefighters from 51 and with Gaffney's doctors. What enraged me and made me capture you and the redheaded was because he appeared to be your boyfriend, gently punching each other, making each other laugh from something really stupid, sharing tight hugs. It made me jealous, you were mine, belonged to me, I owned you; my initial desire was to kill the doctor but I realized that having him was going to influence your behavior so I kidnapped both and the rest of the story you know." Where is a plastic bag so they can throw up after reviving the sickening scene and all of had happened until now?
"If you were so good at stalking, you should have known Will was my brother. And if you had killed him, be sure you weren't walking on the Earth's surface. Also, you are a weak coward, you just had control of me for so long because you kept me high or tied, we both know I'm stronger than you, I can immobilize in a blink. I don't belong to you and you don't owe me so step back!"
"I won't be so sure." Noises. Multiple fast noises. Crash. Two pairs of steps running. Muffled noises in the background of an intense movement. A fight. A broke sound. A scream. "You fucking idiot! You are going to regret it, lets upstairs." It's hard to distinguish for the muffledness but Josh says, sound in a distance of metal and someone being forcefully being lifted by the hair.
"Never", Halstead murmurs. More steps until there is nothing. Silence. A period of silence. The cops look at each other, not knowing whether say something and try to communicate with them or keep their mouths shut and wait for more sounds of the house. Steps return and the phone is being guided to somewhere.
"I demand to talk with Sergeant Hank Voight." A protest is heard just to be silenced by a punch.
"Atwater, update!"
"One hour left."
"Shit…Hailey, give me the phone…Here is Sergeant Hank Voight."
"Nice to meet you, Sergeant."
"How is my detective?"
"You are way too professional and possessive over him, he is mine first of all, and be friendly, call him Jay."
"Josh, you don't have to do any harm on Jay anymore, it's over. Let's negotiate."
"I don't harm him, I love him, don't lie to me and tell me you never fantasized about taking control over your little agent here? He is a hell of a kind." He says provocatively and a soft hiss is heard from the young cop.
"Son of a bitch." Ruzek curses in the driver's seat.
"Also, I'm not looking for negotiations. I'm looking for fun. I'm looking for you to listen to the fun Halstead and I are going to have. Right, darling?"
"Fuck yourself." Jay protests. Punch. "Somebody help me!" Punch.
"Josh, you don't have to do this to Jay."
"Tell them what's happening here, Jay, you need to give them something visible." Josh ignores Voight and heads to put his plan into action.
"No. Get off me." A scream and a snap sound are followed. Josh broke something.
"Next time I won't simply break your thumb." Punch. "What am I doing?"
"He…is taking off…his…pants."
"Josh, stop before it is too late." Hank screams frighteningly, concerned and angry. They can't see but they know: Jay's sorrow is increasing because he is a private person when the most horrendous inhumane act is about to happen when he is awake and conscious and his team, his family, is listening to all of this. Hailey is listening and he just told her his true feelings, so did she. Hank looks at his blonde blue-eyed detective to find her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
"He is…pulling down my…pants and…boxers…Oh God, this can't be happening."
"Atwater, time left."
"Fifty-five minutes left."
"Adam, drive as fast as you can! Discover a shortcut. Sarge, let me talk to Jay, please!" Hailey says hurriedly. The driver nods. The leader obeys, the girl pulled out the device from him strong enough to break his arm, and searches on a map a shortcut to there.
"He is forcing my legs apart…and…sitting between them…Hailey, where are you? I need you!" Jay cries. They break into tears.
"We are arriving, Jay, we are close, hang on and keep focused on me and my voice." She says. "Shit, I can't support lying to him. Ruzek, hurry this fuck vehicle!"
"He started…started…stop...I…can't...please stop… AAAAAAAAHHHHHH STOP!" Pleasant disgusting moans and Jay's agonized screams start to come from the phone. This terrifying memory will never evade their minds and will haunt them until their death.
"No, this isn't happening. This is a fuck nightmare! Somebody wakes me up and says that it is a dream!" Voight and Ruzek share a look.
"I wish I could say it's fake, Hailey, I did indeed, but it's a lie: this isn't a nightmare, it's happening. I'm sorry." Ruzek says when her ocean eyes empty like a waterfall.
"This is all my fault: I should have realized Jay was being stalked. I'm his partner. I should have trusted my instincts that something was off at the first moment I met Josh in the park with Natalie. If I had intercepted and interrogated him that day as my gut demanded, I could have arrested him and we could have saved Jay months ago. I'm the reason Jay kept being Josh's prisoner for so long! I'm the reason Jay is being raped!" She cries copiously.
"Hailey…Hailey…Hailey," Hank repeats her name and shakes hands in a sign of comfort until she looks up. "pay attention to me. It isn't your fault. If someone is to blame for one of us, it's me. I'm the boss, my job is to keep him alive, to look out for him. I didn't do my job and look where we are. But it's isn't my fault either: it's Josh. It's him who is keeping him captive for so long. It's him who is raping Jay. And we are arresting him today and making him pay for his crimes in a cell for the rest of his life. Also, we are rescuing Jay and helping him along with the long road recovery, he is needing you. Do you trust me, kid?" She nods, breathing deeply to calm herself down. "Atwater, update!"
"Forty minutes." Suddenly a disgusting grunt is heard and the monstrous rapist's voice returns.
"Well, that is magic. Jay even takes a nap for how awesome the rape was.", Josh says cheerfully and ran out of air. "I hope you enjoyed it too, but I'm going to pack our things and move away before you achieve us. My pleasure to meet you and speak never again, bastard stupid cops!"
"No! Wait, Josh, wait!" Hank screams unworthy. He had already turned the call off. "Shit!!"
"Sarge?" Burgess says and continues without answering back. "I talked to the commander's Highway Patrol about our situation and our hurry and he ordered his officers to temporarily block our streets to civilians so we can pass freely and without traffic. We are arriving early than expected." The passengers on the first vehicle exhale exaggerated relieved, not as much as when they received Jay's unexpected call.
"We have to arrive early than their departure. Burgess, are you still in contact with the commander?"
"Yes, I am."
"Tell him Josh's address and to obstruct the streets surrounding. Every car has to be checked. But, do not invade the house, this is with us."
"Copy, Sarge." The brunette cop radiates back.
"We are arriving, Jay, hang on for us. For me." Hailey whispers to herself while cleaning her face, imploring for the Gods she will be able to save the men of her life.
He wakes up when he is unkindly pushed to the ground by his feet, his back and head collides to the floor harshly. Waves of pain cross his naked body but nothing is compared to the physical pain in his intimate parts. To the physical pain his heart is feeling from presencing and experimenting, clean, the rape. To the physical pain his soul is feeling, becoming corrupted, dirty, and traumatized for as long as he lives. He remembers all the cases he investigated with victims of sexual abuse and he is one of them now. He is a victim.
His thoughts are interrupted when an adhesive tape is about to be put over his mouth. He screams for help and fights against the restraints on his wrists; useless, due to Josh delivering two powerful punches on his face, dizziness and nausea invade him meanwhile a cut is opened on the hit area that bleeds out uncontrollably and hotly. Josh lifts him to his knees by the hair and whispers in his ear.
"We are going far away before your ridiculous team arrives just like last time. And, there, you will never do what you did here. You are mine and you are staying by my side!"
"No. Let me go, you're crazy." He screams muffled under the adhesive tape and receives consecutive kicks on his ribcage, indeed he heard a sound of a rib breaking.
"I'm crazy for you. I drive you mad. Because I'm such a stalker, a watcher, a psychopath and you didn't even realize my existence. Now, my existence will always be with you as the man who has you forever. You are never escaping!" After many kicks and breaking sounds, Josh stops, sweating from the effort, and, by the hair's grip, heads to the garage, his numb hurt hostage struggling along the way, however, due to his weight loss and weakness physical, is pushed inside the car effortlessly and handcuffed in the passenger car's door. He tries to fight against it while the car was empty and unlocked but Josh enters. "You aren't going far." He says, starting the car.
"This isn't the way. Let me be free!" His best option is to try and negotiate with him to convince him of freedom. Or at least, earn time for Intelligence to arrive and rescue him. Josh rolls his eyes and kicks the knee harmed as hard as he can. Jay whines in pain and his world start to fade in blackness as the captor drives away. Every attempt at a random distractive conversation or pure and simple negotiation is inhibited by a punch or a curse. His frustration, disorientation and self-preservation make him quiet as demanded as he feels blood run down his face in the right side after colliding with the window. On top of that, to his terror, Josh, now and again, run his hands over his chest, groin and thigh, provoking and teasing with undesired sexual words. He blushes with embarrassment, feeling humiliated, vulnerable and guilted.
Although Jay doesn't have a clue about where they are or where they are going - he tried to ask politely but got punched -, to distract from the sexual harassment, he observes the street's plates and listens to sounds of heavy trucks and fast cars. They are approaching a highway. Interstate 24. 10 miles south from Marion, Illinois in direction to Chattanooga, Tennessee, a town bordering the State of Georgia, the road passes through the states of Illinois, Kentucky and Tennessee. It's his end if they achieve the road, Intelligence will never find them again. He is going to pass his life by Josh's side. Hailey will never find him and pass her life by his side, a dream coming real.
"You know where we are going, right? Tennessee. Our life is going to be there from now on." Josh says the first three not threatened or sexual phrases since the beginning of the conflict while turning the car to one of the road's entrances. "Say goodbye to Illinois, Jay."
"You don't have to do…" he is about to continue but no, he wasn't interrupted by physical or verbal aggression, actually an authority voice outside the vehicle interrupted the two boys.
"Josh Delacroix, you are ambushed and under arrest for abduction and rape of a Chicago Police officer. Turn off and get out of the car with your hands where we can see it." Antonio is with the speaker standing in the front of three police cars, many officers pointing at them and Atwater, Burgess and Olinsky near. Saying he wasn't thrilled about seeing them is an euphemism, surely he is, they are his family after eight months apart, but the someone he was wishing to see wasn't there. He looks through the rearview of his sergeant, Ruzek and…Hailey. His person. He sighs relief and in love, especially when she sees him by the reflector and they scream each other's name.
"Be quiet." He forgets completely he is being held hostage and wails when is elbowed in the stomach. Josh is seeing everything as he is.
"Josh…there isn't an escape…you aren't getting away…surrender yourself now."
"No, I'm not. Fasten your belt!" Ironically that I can't because my arms are tied up, idiot! He thinks about being ironic but is stopped by Josh putting the gear in reverse, accelerating and turning carelessly in a parking lot, breaking the gate and almost running over a girl on the cell phone. His wrists screamed with the movement and he certainly broke something on his hand but the handcuffs were his salvation to not get thrown out of the vehicle. Multiple sirens and wheels start to sound as a police chase erupts, nearly ten authorities vehicles resounding passing the limit speed to urban pacific streets.
"Josh, be careful! You are going to put us in an accident!" How was Josh approved on the driving school? After being in a car with him, he can testify he isn't as reckless as Will judges he is. Will…how much he misses his older brother. Moments before their abduction, they were discussing this. His focus alternates from his sibling to the road when Josh, again, almost runs over pedestrians. "Stop the fuck car, Josh, stop. You are going to kill someone or get killed!"
"Stop bothering me, your little shit." Delacroix takes his eyes away from the road to punish his fake husband but loses control of the car, turning 360 degrees and flipping over before colliding with a tree. They even registered the pain in their bodies or sirens approaching before the darkness consumed both.
That's it for chapter 12! What are your opinions on this chapter? See you next time! Bye!