Gabriel and Breah

Chapter 6: Breah

Wooooo-hooooooooo! Wooooo-hooooooo! 

I let the victory shout rip out of my throat as I drove along the old dirt road just outside of town, a rooster tail of dust flying up behind my Jeep. Twenty minutes after flattening stupid Gabriel's stupid bike, I was riding high! 

Normally, I wasn't a vengeful, vindictive person, but seeing Property of Gabe on Heather's back, knowing how Gabriel had been jerking me around for all these months, well, it just made something deep, down inside of me snap. Sometimes, when someone's done you wrong, you need to take a bit of your own back. I only wish I'd had the time to capture the look on Gabriel's face with my phone camera when I'd crushed his favorite bike into scrap metal. Then I could have savored the look of devastation on his face over and over again instead of thinking about Heather and her Property of Gabe leather accessory.

After an hour of aimless driving, I headed back toward town, ready to call it a night after yet another crappy day. I had to believe tomorrow would be better.

Which just goes to show you should never tempt Fate like that, boldly throwing out optimism only to give that bitch a chance to laugh in your face. No sooner had I finished the overly-hopeful thought about tomorrow when I heard the startling, distinctive blare of a police siren behind me and saw the blue and red lights flashing in my mirror. Instinctively, I checked my speed -- five over the limit, not bad -- and pulled off to the side of the road.

I already had my license and registration in hand when the officer appeared at my window, which I had already rolled down like the law-abiding citizen I was.

"Breah Charles?" he asked.

"Yes," I confirmed my identity.

"Ma'am, I'm going to need you to step out of the vehicle," the officer said in a serious, no-nonsense tone before I could even flash him a sunny, innocent smile. Why, Officer, does this look like the face of someone who would be speeding?

"Um, sure," I said, fumbling with the door handle until I could open the door and slide out of my seat. This was confusing. I'd been pulled over for speeding before, but I'd never had to get out of my car.

"Turn around, hands behind your back," he said, his tone still mean. "You're under arrest."

"Whaa --?" I started to ask, but he was, apparently, done with me.

"Ma'am, do what I say or we can add resisting arrest to the charges against you. I'd hate to have to taser you." Then it sounded like he muttered plus he'd kill me, but I put that down to the stress of the situation.

Charges against me? What charges against me?

I felt the cuffs go around my wrists and realized I was shaking. "Can I ask what the charges are?"

"You can ask," he said, his tone now smart-ass...and really annoying. He also was going to make me ask, I realized, when he didn't say anything else.

"OK, what are the charges against me, officer?"

"Destruction of property and leaving the scene of an accident, also known as hit and run."

Gabriel!

"Wait a minute!" I started protesting.

But he shut me up fast when he began reciting those famous words, "Ma'am, you have the right to remain silent..."

I exercised that right immediately, thinking it probably would not be a good idea to threaten to dismember and kill Gabriel in front of a police officer. Then the officer walked me back to his vehicle, opened the back door and, with his hand on my head, pushed me down into the seat. He buckled me in before returning to my car to grab my purse and lock up the Jeep. After he put the keys in my purse, he tossed it onto the front passenger seat of his smelly police vehicle. I was tempted to kick at the back of his seat like a child, but the thought of his taser made me behave. Plus, if I was going to fuck anyone up, I knew where I'd focus my attention. Gabriel had turned me into the police. I couldn't believe that.