Mirror – Chapter 12
The morning sun streamed on their naked bodies in the from the living room window on the ground. Rick opened his eyes slightly and the perfect shoulders of his companion came into sight. He pulled her close and she groaned when he kissed her shoulder. Slowly she turned around.
"Hi."
"Good morning."
"How are you feeling?"
"Good. Why?"
Rick was suddenly shy and self conscious.
"Last night we said some things in the heat of passion and…"
"Are you asking if I have any regrets about last night or this morning?"
"Well yes. I guess that's what I'm asking."
Michonne rolled him over on his back and straddled him.
"Does this look like I have any regrets?"
"No."
She grabbed his cock in her hand and massaged it until it was nice and stiff with blood. She slipped her still slippery centre down on him, taking him in whole. She rocked her hips back and forth, side to side until they both moaned.
"Does this feel like I have any regrets?"
"F*ck me!"
"Does it?!"
She grinds down harder and Rick only whimpered.
"Answer me!"
"NO! No regrets."
Michonne placed her hands firmly on his chest and he held her in place by her knees. She rocked her waist faster and faster, biting down on her lip to stifle her moans. From the last two times that they had sex, Rick realized that this makes her orgasm harder and stronger because she's fighting it. He loved that because it also made him orgasm stronger and harder as well. After ten minutes of silent rocking they both exploded at once.
"Oh God!"
"F*ck me!"
Michonne's hands lost all its strength and she collapsed on top of him. He held her close and she gasped when him pumped up and released in her two more times. They breathe heavily and in silence, both too tired to speak.~*~*~*~*~*
Rick unwrapped his body from around a sleeping Michonne and was going into the kitchen to make himself a mid morning snack when he heard footsteps at the front door. He walked to it and saw a shadow briefly moved behind the door then disappeared. He opened the door.
It was the postman and there was a letter in a brown envelope sticking out of the mail box on the door. He took the letter and closed the door. He went back to the kitchen and put the letter on the counter. Michonne's address was handwritten and there was something about the handwriting that was bothered him.
He made a turkey sandwich and stared at the envelope as he ate. He silently studied the curve of the letters 'S' and 'A'. He chewed and stared and curiosity got the best of him. He opened the envelope and all it contained is a piece of paper with another address on it. One just like the one Michonne got the other day and led to a missing child's case now solved.
'I know this handwriting.' Rick thought to himself. He traced his fingers along the words.
"I know this handwriting."
This time, he has spoken out loud and Michonne stirred and then turned in his direction.
"Know what?"
Rick left the kitchen and sat down next to her on the floor. He handed her the opened envelope and apologized.
"I'm sorry for snooping through your mail."
She instantly recognized the envelope and the light died in her eyes. She looked away.
"Oh." She got up off the floor. "It's ok."
Rick followed her and they went into her bedroom. She sat on the bed painfully quiet and he sat down next to her, pulling her close. She leaned her face into his chest and hot tears ran down.
"I can't!" she cries. "I can't do this anymore!"
Rick cupped her face in her hands.
"No more! Please….make it stop!"
Rick started crying.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"It's too painful!"
"I know."
He pulled her close as she cries.~*~*~*~*~*
They bathed and showered and lay in each other arms on the bed.
"You have been staring at the note for the past ten minutes."
"I think I know this handwriting."
Michonne rose up.
"What?"
She was shocked.
"Are you sure? From where?!"
The hope in her voice was once again and she gripped his hand.
"I don't know but I am 80% sure I've seen this handwriting before."
For the first time ever, he saw a light in her eyes that he had never seen before and it was nice.
"Can I keep this? I just need to get a second opinion."
"Yes please! I'm willing to try anything and everything that could help."
He kissed her and left.~*~*~*~*~*
Rick sat in the CVOC office in deep thought when Jessie came in.
"Hey. Penny for your thoughts?"
"Do you need something Jessie?"
He didn't even look up at her.
She shrunk back by the tone of Rick's voice.
"No. You just looked distracted. Is it anything that I could help you with?"
"If I want your help Jessie I will ask for it."
She left the office without another word. Rick got up and put up a "Do not Disturb" sign on the door. He walked to the window and peered outside, still holding the note in his hand. Suddenly he gasped and fled out of the office like the devil was after him.~*~*~*~*~*
Rick rushed into his house straight into the attic leaving his front door opened. He opened an old sack filled with old paper clippings from Carl's and Dylan's accident. He rummaged past those until he found exactly what he was looking for. It was a piece of paper with a simple note scribble almost eligible on it..
"$1,000,000 just to look the other way. It will easy your pain."
Rick couldn't breathe. The S's and the A's were identical to the note that Michonne had received but he couldn't believe it. He went as pale as a sheet. There had to be another explanation for this and there is only one other person who can give him some true clarity…who can tell him that he's not crazy and that he's not seeing things because he wants to help Michonne. Clutching both notes, he ran out of the house.~*~*~*~*~*
Rick paced in the corner where he and Abe were sitting in the visitor's room. It wasn't visiting hour but Abe scored some points with the warden last week when he squashed a situation when some prisoners jumped a guard and threatened his life.
"I'm not crazy right?!"
Abe stared at the both notes and the similarities between the letters couldn't be denied.
"Talk to me Abe!"
He finally put the notes down.
"This can't be right Abe. It can't be the same person."
"No."
"Then explain this!"
Rick anxiously pointed to the notes on the table. "I can't but I know that it is not possible."
Rick sat opposite Abe.
"Did you tell or show this to anyone?"
"Who the f*ck could I tell this to Abe? Lori?! She didn't even know I got the note!"
Abe cocked his head to the side.
"Really?"
"Yes...really otherwise she might have told me to take the money."
Abe nodded in agreement.
"True."
Rick knows that look that Abe is giving him right now.
"Are you sure you want to open this up…again. Lori will know about the offer this time."
"I know but if this could help Michonne's case I'm willing to do it."
"You should bring her the next time you visit. I want to meet her. That's if she doesn't mind coming here to visit me."
"She isn't like that. She'll come if I ask her too."
"Just like that."
"Yes."
"Ok. I just hope the both of you are prepared for the shit storm that will start once you open this up again."
"I'm ready."
"Then make the visit and confirm for yourself."
Rick rose from his seat.
"Please be careful Rick."
"I will."~*~*~*~*~*
Five years ago…
It has been about three months since the terrible accident that took the lives of four innocent people and still the police have not given them any answers. The common courtesy offered to cops who families were taken from them wasn't extended to Rick.
Whenever he asked for any updates, he was met with a solid blue wall stronger than the one that is often showed to the public when their fellow officers come under attack from members of the public. It was strange and unnerving that they have the CCTV footage from the accident and claimed to have confiscated all the cell phones of persons who were there but still no leads.
A small special unit was put together to investigate and Rick was beginning to believe that it was all for show. Abe and Sasha showed up at the station twice per week for answers and Rick had nothing to share. Sasha would hold on to Abe and cried every time. Then Lori would show up at his door to curse him out infront of all his neighbours.
She called him every vile name she could think of. At first he would argue with her but after awhile when he hear her car pull up in his drive way he would just lock his front door so she couldn't get. This made her even angrier and it gave him some pleasure.~*~*~*~*~*
Rick was tired of sitting at home doing nothing and getting no answers from anyone. He was restless for the whole day and decided to go into the station late at night to see if he can sneak a peak at his file during the graveyard shift. He pulled up in the alley at the back of the station and parked.
He looked at his time and he smiled. He just had to wait. A minute or two later, Officer Thomas was right on schedule with his reliable smoking habit. Rick waited for when Thomas bent around the corner and he made a dash towards the door before it closed.
Once inside he walked slick against the corridor past the camera's blind spot. He was about to make his way to the case management office when he heard voices coming his way. He had to sprint into the spare bathroom. The voices stopped just outside the door.
"How long do you think we could keep this up? Keep lying to Rick and his friend."
"You do realize who it was that caused that accident right?! Shawn Mc Knight! Victor Mc Knight's son. The real estate mogul. Even if Rick finds out that it was one of the biggest real estate developer's in the country drunk and coked out his mind son who killed his kid what the hell can he do? With the right lawyer, no court in America will convicted him. Rick and his friend knowing who killed their kids will not do them any good. Money talks. Rick is going to have to accept it and moved on."
"I heard a rumour that the Mc Knights are willing to cut a nice fat cheque to keep everything quiet. If I was Rick I would take it."
Rick sat in stunned silence for twenty minutes after the two officers left. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Tears flooded his eyes. The system that he had served and swore to use to uphold justice and truth was working against him. His colleagues have betrayed him.
They knew…they all knew who killed…no not killed, MURDERED Carl and Dylan and Simone and Ellie. They looked him in his eye day after day and they lied to him. They saw his grief and loss and lied to him and lied to Abe and Sasha and to Simone's and Ellie's parents.
His body started shaking violently and he gripped unto the bathroom door frame. The tears leaked from his eyes and formed a pool at his feet. He was physically hurting all over. He squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to calm down. When the coast was clear he left the station undetected.~*~*~*~*~*
"Say something Abe!" Rick whispered angrily.
Abe was stone faced. He was sitting on the couch and hadn't said a word or moved since Rick told him what he heard in the police station. He has never seen his best friend like this in all the years that he had known him. Now he was scared that he had even said anything.
"Jesus f*cking Christ Abe!"
Abe scarily rose from the sofa.
"Go home Rick. I need to be with my wife."
"Are you going to tell her what I told you?"
"No. She's pregnant. She can't handle this."
"What are you going to do?"
"Go home Rick."
Rick left Abe's house with a heavy heart.~*~*~*~*~*
When Rick arrived home, there was an envelope with a note on his porch and he opened it.