West Side Adolecence Counciling
The 16 year-old blinked her eyes. She tried to sit up, to look around and see where she was. A gentle hand weighed her down. Heather followed the hand to the person it belonged to. "Detective Benson?" she said, her voice as dry as her mouth.
"Shh." Olivia quieted her. "Why don't you try going back to sleep?" she suggested as softly as she could. A puzzled look formed in Heather's eyes.
"Why? What's happening?" the teen asked, her voice growing ever so slightly with each question she asked. There was a thump outside the door, and they both froze. Heather's breathing quickened again. There was another thump. "Detective Benson, I'm scared." she whispered, tears forming in her eyes, watching Benson for any move. Olivia had paused, and was thinking a mile a minute. "Detec-" the teen began again, but Liv interrupted her.
"Ok, ok. Shh." She finaly said. " Heather, I want you to hide behind that couch." she pointed. The trembling girl nodded her understanding. "Take the pillow with you. If you begin to breathe fast again, use it. Now go!" Olivia quietly screamed. Heather jumped up and ran to the couch, ducking behind it silently. The detective took out her walkie-talkie. "This is Detective Benson. I'm located within a backroom in 314. Are any officers stationed near my position? Please respond as quietly as you can." she asked in a whisper.
"Detective, we have no officers at that current position. Stay where you are, we are sending back-up." the voice came through loud and clear. Too loud.
There was a bang on the door that rattled the chain, one of the few locks that seperated the two girls from this dangerous man. Detective Benson could hear the young girl breathing faster and faster from behind the couch. Please use the pillow, she thought to herself. Another loud bang sent a picture that had been hanging peacefuly on the wall down to the floor with a crash. Heather sounded like a speeding train. If she was using the pillow, it wasn't helping. A third big bang loosend the door handle. Where are they? Where is the back-up? She asked herself. Another bang. The door handle was nearly falling off. All that was left was the bolt. She could hear the wood crack as each bang pounded it with more and more force. At the last moment, Olivia jumped behind the couch with Heather. The door flung open, barely intact. Benson heard Heather scream, and clamped her hand over her mouth. This was not what she wanted to do, considering the girl was still hyperventilating. Suddenly, they heard gunshots. Heather jumped, but Benson held her tight.
A man moaned with pain, and the floor vibrated as something heavy fell. "Suspect has been wounded I repeat, suspect has been wounded and is down." they heard someone say. Olivia let go of Heather, and the girl gasped for air, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"It's ok Heather." She comforted her in her arms. The teen began to sob, and wrapped her arms around the one who had kept her safe through her nightmare. "Shh. It's over now. It's gonna be ok." Benson soothed.
Thanks to VeraN, StablerGirl4Eva, and to both Angie and krazypirategurl for sticking with me through so many chapters. There should still be another chapter or two left in this story.