Love me 'Til it Hurts

Chapter 72 - Help me Forget!

A Few Hours Later...
Cabin...
Jeremy Irvine...

We had finally made it back to the cabin - Juliette had to give the police a statement then she had to be taken to the hospital to be checked over where they found that thankfully there were no fractures, and all of her injuries were bruises. All in all, she had been damn fucking lucky.

I wish I had been as lucky - if I had known what I was going to be presented with when I walked into that motel room with her and Detective Douche-bucket, I would have demanded that said Detective find a way to get what he needed without my girl ever having to go back in there. While there was no sign of torture or blood, there was the underlying current of isolation and degradation that I saw flashing in Juliette's eyes when Detective Douche-bucket asked her to walk him through what happened.

The small bathroom where she had been held was claustrophobic with all three of us inside it but there was no way in Hell that I was allowing her out of my sight again, not when we had just gotten her back. Besides the room would have been crowded with even just one person inside it and the thought of Juliette handcuffed to that dingy looking sink, the sight of the handcuffs still attached to the thin metal support structure, had the anger rising inside me. The police had been doing what exactly?

Sitting on their Goddamn asses is what it appeared to me. If they had put some sort of detail on Angela, maybe Juliette wouldn't have had to suffer here alone for as long as she did. I was appalled for her. They had failed my girl so fucking epically that all faith I had in our criminal justice system flew straight out of that fucking room in an instant.

Once Juliette walked him through what happened, giving him a detailed timeline of events, he allowed us to leave, telling us that they would be in touch that they would want Juliette to partake in a fucking line-up. I mean, seriously, this begs fucking belief. They knew for a fact who did this. Juliette had confirmed it but yet, it was as if they were intent on victimising her all over again. It made me mad as fuck. My girl had been through enough and if I could have shielded her from the aftermath, I would have done it in a heartbeat.

Once we left that motel room, the EMT's insisted that she go to the hospital just to get checked over and Cal was the one who demanded that he go with her, asking us to head back to the cabin and get a fire going and some real food cooking for when they got back. A part of me didn't want to let her out of my sight but I knew that she would be perfectly safe with Cal, so I kissed her once again and told her that I would see her soon then watched as she was bundled into the back of the ambulance and Cal pulled out on to the main road behind them.

Detective Douche-bucket was barking orders at the remaining officers who had arrived, and then basically dismissed me, Jensen, and Rayne with nothing more than a flick of his wrist and the warning to remain available for further questioning. Fuck I hated him. Desperately. In fact, I hated him so much that I seriously contemplated going to the sheriff and asking for someone else to be assigned to Juliette's case.

But would that really do any good?

My thoughts consumed me on the short drive back to the cabin. Jensen chatted away at my side but honestly, I couldn't even begin to tell you what he was saying.

What would have happened had Juliette not taken matters into her own hands?

Would we still be at the cabin trying to figure out our course of action?

By the time we got back to the cabin I was spiralling out of control, so much that I asked my girl's brother and his fiancée to take care of cooking up a storm for Juliette while I had a quick shower. I felt the need to wash away that disgusting motel and the thoughts that were clinging to my mind like whispers of smoke clinging to the air.