The New York Detective That Complicated My Life
After he had kissed me, he left shortly after wards promising that he would see me again. He kissed me before he had left to go back to work. Which when you think about it, it's kind of sweet that he left work and came here just to talk to me. Now that he said it, I want to try us out and see what happens, see where it goes.
After about 10 minutes, I change into a t-shirt and shorts and decide to go for a jog outside while the weather's good. When I put on my running shoes, I grab my phone and stick it my pocket in case of emergencies. I just want to be ready, plus if something happens and I didn't take my phone and Flack somehow finds, I am a dead women.
I run outside my door and then lock it, then sprint down the stairs. When I hit outside, I instantly start running towards the right. It feels good to have your feet pounding the ground as each one hits the ground, the wind whipping around your face. It take me a good 5-10 minutes before I have to stop running. Guess it was a good that I was in track in high school and college.
I bend over to catch my breath, my hand pressed against my ribs. I'm in the middle of taking a breath in when I hear the sound of something hitting medal. I snap up and look behind me, but I don't see anything. I gotta stop being paranoid. As I turn back around, a man stands in front of me.
He has wild brown hair that looks like he doesn't own a comb and his matching brown beard looks the same way. I thought he was homeless but when I got a look at his clothes, they looked like they were freshly ironed and clean and his shoes were nit exactly thrift store material.
"Can I help you?" I ask him. When he speaks his voice is low and demanding.
"Don't scream, just follow me into that alley." I wonder why he's so aggressive. I look down at his hands to see he has a knife in his hands, with the blade pointed towards me. Shit, seriously? I nod but as I go towards the alley, he grabs me by my arm and practically throws me into the alley ahead of him. Then using his body, he pushed me against the brick wall with a hell of a lot of force. He then takes the blade of the knife and rests it up against the face.
"Think I'd let ya go bitch? I am nowhere near finished." He speaks again. Wait, I recognize the voice. That's the same man who grabbed me at knife point on the streets.
"Scream and I'll make the pain a lot worse." He whispers venomously as he starts to dig the knife blade into my cheek and pain hits me like a ton of bricks. I can't help but whimper slightly as he digs it into my cheek. That was a mistake because he takes me body and slams it into the brick wall.
"I said keep quiet." As a result of whimpering he takes his hand and puts it over my mouth as he the knife and makes a cut right above my elbow. Shit, I'm going to die. Out of instinct, I bite down on his hand as hard as I could, I did so until I tasted blood and that's when he yanks his hand away.
"Son of a bitch..." he mutters, I take this opportunity to raise my knee up as hard as I could and connect with his nuts. He grunts, and falls to the floor. I run out of the alley, despite the pain in my back and face. I bolt down the street until I spot an alley with a giant blue garbage can in it so I run behind the side of the can that's facing away from the street and sit up against it, which shoots pain up my back.
Great, wait am I going to do, I can't walk home and I'm stuck in this alley. Wait, I have my phone. I take my phone out of my pocket and hit the redial button, not caring who I ending up calling. They take a few seconds to answer.
"Stella Bonasera." Stella says in the a professional voice. Thank god...
"Stella, it's Annabel." I say, gritting my teeth because of the pain.
"Annabel, what's wrong? You ok?" She asks, voice quickly changing from professional to worried.
"He got me again, the guy that grabbed me at knife point."
"Woah, what happened?" She practically shouts over the phone.
"He threw me into and alley, and took out the knife..." I stop speaking because the pain is huge at this point.
"Ok, stop. You don't need to over exert yourself. You bleeding?"
"Yeah, from my face and my arm." Stella mutters under her breath.
"Where are you, I'm coming to get you."
"I'm down the street from my place. I'm hiding behind a giant blue garbage can in an alley down the street. I think the alley's by a fire hydrant."
"Ok, just stay tight and don't move. Just in case he wants to look for you before we get there, you have to stay silent. I will be right there." She hangs up quickly. With the pain in my arm, I can't even close the phone so I just let it rest in my hand. I put my head against the garbage bin, which adds more pain. I grit my teeth, knowing I can't scream. The blood begins to drip from my face onto my white shorts. It seems like hours pass before I hear the skidding of tires and a car door slamming closed.
"Annabel?" I hear Stella call out.
"Back here." I respond. She rushes over and seconds later she appears in front of me.
"Shit, he got you bad." She sits down in front of me and takes off her jacket. She hold it up to my face to stop the bleeding.
"I called Flack before I left, he'll be here in a few. What else hurts."
"My back from him slamming me against the brick wall a few times."
"Annabel, I know this is going to hurt but I need you to turn around so I can take a look at your back" Nodding my head slightly, I lift my back up off of the garbage bin carefully. Painfully, I turn around to where my back is now facing her.
"I'm going to lift up your shirt now. It most likely is going to be painful." I grit my teeth as she lifts up my shirt.
"Annabel, I hate to say this but your back is covered in bruises." She puts my shirt down and carefully helps me get back to my original position.
"I'm going to call an ambulance, stay right here I'll be back." She quickly gets up and rushes back towards the street. Shortly, I hear another car screeching to a halt and a slamming door.
"Where is she?" I hear Flack practically bark out.
"She's behind the garbage can. Pre warning, he got her pretty good." Flack doesn't even bother walking as he runs until he stops in front of me.
"Oh my god Annabel..." he crouches down in front of me and like Stella, he takes off his jacket except he holds his jacket up to my arm. "I can't believe this son of a bitch got you again."
I say through gritted teeth "Why are you soo angry?" It's normal for him to be angry, but this angry?
"Because this guy hurt you and I wasn't there to stop this." He puts more pressure onto my arm.
"I don't care what the hell you think or what you want, after you get out of the hospital. Your staying with me until this ass hole gets put in jail or killed. There's no way in fucking hell I'm leaving you alone after today." He takes the jacket off my arm and sets it down on the ground. He brings his hand up to my face and touches his fingers against where he had dug the knife in my face. I wince as his fingers linger over it. He takes his fingers away, which now are covered in blood. He leans forward slightly to lightly kiss my forehead.
"I'm ecstatic to see your ok though, you don't know how happy I am to see that your living." I go to open my mouth but I hear the sirens so I close my mouth.
"I have to go and see if anybody saw anything. After that, I promise I'll be at the hospital. Your tough Killer, you'll do ok." He gives me a sad smile before getting up and leaving. Shortly afterwards, Stella and Medic come over.
"Ms. Stevens, We would normally put you on a stretcher but because of the injuries on your back, we are just going to have you sit in the back."
"Ok." Stella and Medic help me up and I wince slightly as I am lifting my back up off the side of the garbage bin. I then am quickly shuffled into the back of the ambulance and driven to the hospital.
She got grabbed again! And as Flack said, he ain't happy :) but 'she's tough Killer she'll be fine' :D