"Stef! St-!" She could hear Monte yell her name but she was cut off. She heard another voice, a man's voice but she couldn't make out the words. She tried to open her eyes but her body wasn't cooperating. She could hear a ringing noise that flooded everything out. Her eyes flashed open for a moment. She took a mental snap shot of her surroundings. She had been drug inside; the front door was behind her close to her head.
"Undo her belt." Said a man's voice. "And hand it to me." He added. Stef could hear Monte's breathing, she was scared. She heard the click of Monte's shoes on the hard floor. Stef could feel her trying to unclip the belt. Monte's hands were shaking and she couldn't get a good hold-"Hurry up!" The man yelled. This made Monte jump, hands shaking violently. Stef heard the click of her belt.
Monte started crying as she pulled the utility belt from around Stef's waste. She heard Monte's shoes click against the floor with each step as she walked away. "Sit down." The man said in a harsh voice. Stef could hear a chair being pulled for her to sit.
She heard heavy footsteps come toward her. "Get up!" The man yelled at Stef. She tried to move. "Get up!" Then man said as he slapped her face. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath from the impact. It took her a second to collect herself. Her head was already pounding. "Get up!" The man said as he kicked the side of Stef's body. She curled herself, cradling her stomach. All the air left her chest. She tried to get up. She put her palms on the cold wooden floor to push herself up. She grabbed a chair for support as she pulled herself up to her feet.
She looked at the man for the first time. He was well dressed; he wore a dark red Oxford shirt tucked into black slacks. His hair was dark brown and his eyes were piercing blue. He was pointing a gun at Stef. A black gun with a silver barrel. My gun is black. She leaned herself against the chair. "What do you want?" She asked through gritted teeth. She looked past him to Monte who looked frazzled.
"This has nothing to do with you." The man spat at Stef. He turned to look at Monte then back to Stef. He's overwhelmed. I wasn't a part of his plan.
"Then Let us go." Stef said in her most casual voice. The man laughed.
"Do you really think I'm stupid?"
Stef didn't answer.
The man started pacing, running his hands through his thick hair. Stef didn't move but her eyes darted around the room taking in her surroundings. She was still standing close to the front door leaning against an arm chair. The living room was open to her right, a wall to her left that had a window showing the kitchen was on the other side. The dining room was in front of her, Monte sitting at a chair at the table. Behind Monte was a door to a bedroom or a bathroom. Stef looked back to her right; the living room had a sliding glass door that lead out to what she assumed was the deck. Her eyes shot back at the man who stopped pacing. He was laughing to himself. Where is my gun? Stef's eyes started darting around on the floor. She found it. She could see the black handle inches from her foot under the chair she was leaning against.
"Please, just let her go." Monte whispered. Stef's eyes snapped back up looking from Monte to the man. The man rushed forward and grabbed Monte by her hair.
"Don't fucking talk!" He yelled only inches from her face twisting her head back.
He was now standing behind Monte's chair so he could see both Stef and Monte.
"Officer Adams-foster." The call came across her radio making all of them jump. She shot a look at the man. "Give me your radio." He said pointing the gun at Stef. "I have to answer. If I don't they'll come. You know that right?" She said.
"Then answer it. Don't do anything stupid." He said, gun still pointed at the blonde.
"This is Officer Adams." She replied into the mic. "Are you still at the residence?" "Yes." "We've got a 507 at a bar close to the gas lamp district." The call was cut in by another officer closer to the area.
Stef handed the radio to the man. "I wish you weren't here. This has nothing to do with you." He spat angrily at Stef. "This dyke needs to be taught a lesson." Stef's heart dropped when she heard that. Stef looked from Monte to the man. "I-I'm not-" Monte started to whisper. "Shut up!" The man yelled into Monte's face as he grabbed a fist full of hair. "I saw you! You're an abomination, a disease!"
This is a hate crime. Stef's mind was racing. "She can ask for forgiveness." She said without thinking. "She can be saved."
"Jesus doesn't save homos, they always go back, they lie, their filthy, disgusting lairs. The only way we can save our world is one faggot at a time." The man said to Stef. This whole situation enraged her. "This one's a whore. I saw her weeks ago with a black woman then a few days ago with a different woman. Can't even stay in her own race." He said in Monte's direction. Monte was shaking, and she brought her trembling hands to her face and started to sob.
"What if they were just friends?" Stef asked. "What if we are jumping to the wrong conclusion?"
"Normal friends don't kiss."
"Other countries kiss their friends." Stef added.
"Shut up!" He yelled pointed his gun back at Stef. "No more talking."
"I'm not-" Monte began to say through her tears. "I said shut up!" He yelled as he slapped her. He grabbed her by her hair again forcing her to stand up. He put his gun under her jaw bone. Monte let out a panicked scream, he pulled harder and he pushed the brunette, leaning her over the table.
"Oh my god." Stef whispered as he started to pull up Monte's dress. Stef slowly bent down to get her gun. The man was distracted. He didn't notice Stef patting the floor under the arm chair. She found it.