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Chapter 85: Cops

I won't keep repeating it since this is the case pretty much once or twice for the remaining chapters but:

Mentions of r@pe.

I also found that I have @-ed every mention of the word r@pe.
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Clay POV.

After I hung up I flushed the toilet, attempting to make it seem as though I had actually been using the bathroom. Then I walked over to the sink and turned it on so it sounded as though I was washing my hands. During the thirty seconds that the water was running I hid my phone underneath the sink between some neatly folded towels.

When that was done I turned the sink off and took a couple seconds to gain my confidence before opening the door. Monica was standing there almost as if she’d been listening to what I was doing in there. “Hey…” I greeted, looking down at the slightly shorter woman. “Why… are you standing there?” I asked awkwardly.

“Oh, no reason.” She answered before pulling me into a hug. As she held me though I could feel her hands subtly moving over where my pockets were, attempting to find anything that I may have in my pocket. All that she found was my wallet and keys which seemed to surprise her but she didn’t say anything.

After her hesitating for a moment she remembered I was still standing here and looked up at me before pressing a kiss to my cheek. Under any other situation I would have pushed her off but the drugs mixed with my tiredness kept me from doing that. “You wanna do something fun?” The ravenette asked, and I knew what she was implying.

“Maybe later.” I told her, wanting to keep her off of me until the police arrived.
“Oh, that’s okay.” She huffed. “I got you a glass of water though.” The woman continued, holding up a glass for me which had some strange misty substance in it.

Without even having to think for too long I knew that this was a drug, most likely to force me further back into the delusional state she got me in and she’d do who-knows-what while I was not in a position to fight back. When I looked at the glass I spoke again. “It doesn’t look like nice water.” I muttered. “Seems as though there’s something in it.”

“Oh…” Monica pulled the glass close to her before looking in it, trying to come up with an explanation as to why there was something in my drink. “It’s a flavour sachet thing I brought.” She eventually told me. “I thought it would be nice. I am pretty sure it’s blueberry.”

It was a pathetic explanation which I obviously didn’t believe and it was clear she knew that. “I am not thirsty, thanks.” I told her before walking past her and just leaning against the wall of her bedroom.
“Well how about food?” She offered. “I have some stuff in the mini fridge you can eat.”

“I’m not that hungry either. Maybe we can…” I looked around her room for an option which wouldn’t result in her attempting to fuck me again before noting the TV on her wall. “...watch a movie?” I finished off the offer and she thought for a moment as she considered it before nodding.

“Alright. I’ll go get you some snacks.” She said with a smile, caressing my clothed bicep before she walked out of the room and I breathed out a sigh of relief. I didn’t move from my place at all, even when I heard the sounds of a siren in the distance, hopefully the police coming to do something about Monica.

As my head slowly cleared I knew that I could, if I wanted to, physically restrain her. But I wouldn’t. I was not the type of person to use my strength to harm others, even if they did deserve it. Besides, if I did then the ravenette would likely spin a story in her favour to make it seem like I was the bad guy, and she may even have a bruise or sprain to prove it.

And honestly, if I wasn’t involved and didn’t know who Monica was I’d likely believe it too. ‘Man attacks ex and her child in her hotel room’ is unfortunately much more believable than ‘Woman kidnaps, drugs, and r@pes ex boyfriend while their child sleeps in the other room’.

My gaze remained fixated on the small slither of light reaching through the curtains, which once had shown the pale glow of yellow streetlights and now had blue and green flashing lights, showing the police had arrived. In order to keep Monica from knowing if she came back into the room I pulled the curtains.

Surely enough, the woman came back into the room just as I returned to the bed and she pulled me close. I began asking her what type of movie she wanted to watch, just a simple question to buy me time before she tried anything. I needn't have asked though, since before she could get an answer the door was thrown open.

“Police! Everyone down on the ground!” A deep man’s voice boomed through the apartment, making the woman let out a panicked gasp before clutching me tightly but I pushed her off of me. The police officer then burst into the room and saw both of us. “Both of you get down on the ground.” He said firmly and I immediately did that.

Monica’s eyes were wide as she looked between me, the officer, and the other officers who had followed the first one into the room. “Why are the cops here Clay?” She asked me, a growl in her voice. “Did you fucking call them?” In the background as she spoke we could both hear the sound of a child crying in the other room as he was woken up.

“Of course I fucking called them.” I responded. “You drugged me, r@ped me, held me here against my will, and George is probably freaking out over where I am!”
“Have you seen George?” She asked. “I’ve tried to be nice but he looks like he sleeps around, plus I have to be better than him. You enjoyed it!”

“I was r@ped!” I defended myself. “Who the fuck would I enjoy it? Especially when you drugged me!” She glared at me, seeming annoyed at my very valid reasons for hating the ‘sex’.
“You are just mad that I-”
“Both of you stop it!” The officer who first came into the room ordered.

When both of us looked back over at him the officer calmly looked over to me. “Are you Clay Smith?” He asked.
“Yes sir, I am.” I responded.
“And this is your ex?” He continued, motioning to Monica and I responded with another ‘yes sir’.

“Ma’am, come with me please. We would like to ask you some questions.” He attempted to remain civil, but that just set Monica off.
“Why do I need to be answering questions? If anything, he is the one who hurt me. I mean look at him, how could I hurt him?”

“You spiked my drink!” I responded irritably, before getting cut off by the officer again.
“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be. We will restrain and separate the both of you if you keep arguing.” The officer said. Monica crossed her arms and glared at me as she was escorted out of the room by several of the cops.

“Now Mr Smith, we want to ask you some questions, just to get more of a picture of what happened.” One of the remaining officers said. I nodded, wanting to get this over and done with as soon as possible so I could go back to George.

As I sat down on the edge of the bed and began explaining the situation; my relationship with Monica, how I found she cheated on me, me wanting nothing to do with her or Noah, her harassing me and George after I began dating him, and yesterday’s events. At the same time cops began searching the room, mainly for the drugs which I said she’d put in my drinks.

When I was part of the way through my story a female officer loudly claimed ‘I think I found them’ after pulling aside some blankets from a closet in the room. ‘But that’s not the only thing here’. As she spoke she pulled out something and showed it to the other officers, and my eyes widened when I saw it.
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1459 words.

Chapter 87 (two days from now), is the day the new story is coming out.

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