Rebel At Heart

Chapter 15: Nervous and Blake

I sat in the interrogation room, waiting for an officer to come in. Blake was waiting for me outside, I was sure of that. The handcuffs were biting into my skin. It hurt. I looked down. My hands were shaking.

Great.

I was freaking out. Andrew's new mom had called before me and I heard her muffled voice floating into my room through the door. I looked around the blank space. I felt my stomach clench. Not like an orgasm. More like an 'I'm going to vomit' kind of clench. My knees started to tremble. I started to have trouble breathing. I leaned forward, resting my head against the table top. Tears started to stream down my face. I tried to stand but I just went down to my knees. My chest hurt like fuck. I heard the door swing open and someone rush to my side. The person helped me sit up.

"Breath. Take deep breathes. Just follow my instructions."

I followed everything he said and soon enough, I was able to breath and my shaking had slowed. The person helped me up and sat me in the chair.

"Now Miss. Richards, I want your side of what happened."

I looked down at my hands. I was still nervous but I had to pull myself together.

"Caroline called me and said that she would like Andrew to know his real mother, even if he doesn't know I gave birth to him."

"You're his mom?"

"Yes. Caroline adopted him after I gave him up."

"Is there a reason you gave him up."

"I wasn't ready to raise a baby. I hated myself for bringing a rapist's child into the world. I wanted him to have a better life."

"Rapist?"

"Yes. That's another story. They already arrested him. That isn't the point of this conversation though. I'm guessing."

He nodded.

"Please continue."

I retold the entire story of taking Andrew up until the arrest.

"Well. I'm going to keep you here until we get him examined. Two police officers have already escorted him to be examined."

"Is she with them?"

"No. She is out talking with some officers about what happened."

"Wait. Why are you telling me this? Aren't cops supposed to withhold information during an arrest?"

"Blake and I go way back. I can tell you a few things."

"Alright. Then what did she say."

He took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Caroline Met claims that you approached her and took the baby from her, threatening to kill him. She then said that you preceded to run to a vehicle, taking the child with you. "

"I never threatened to kill him!"

"I'm not saying I believe her. Blake has been out there trying to fucking protect you. He was yelling with her for five minutes before we stopped them."

"He's actually trying to protect me?"

"Yeah. One warning though, don't get seduced into bed with him. His nice behavior will stop the minute he shoves his dick up your pussy."

"Oh god! I never wanted to hear a cop say that, and I never will again!"

He shrugged.

"It's a fair warning."

He left the room and I closed my eyes resting my head on the table. The door opened a few minutes later and someone walked in. Sorry. Ran in.

"You look sexy in handcuffs."

I smiled against Blake's lips. He threw his shirt onto the floor.

"We have a short amount of time before Hyde comes back. He let me in here to see you but I can't get the image of you coming out of my head."

I chuckled as he pulled the rest of our clothes off, his pants and boxers, my pants and panties. He lifted me up. He smirked pushing me against the wall, allowing me to wrap my legs around him. I had to bite into his shoulder to muffle my cries of pleasure as he pounded into me, shoving my ass against the cold wall. I helped him out by rotating my hips so that he hit thee spot when he thrusted.

I was right at the top of Climax Mountain when the officer reentered the room.

"Fuck!"

I let out a high pitched cry when I came. The officer had the door shut and he was looking away. Shaking his head when I cried out.

"Blake, this room has cameras! Get some clothes on!"

Blake chuckled.

"Sorry Hyde. You can't just expect me to be allowed in a room, with a smoking hot chick, all alone, while she's in handcuffs. That's just teasing me."

He shook his head and I got dressed with the help of Blake. The only clothing articles that had stayed on me the entire time, my bra and t-shirt. Thank god! If I was fully naked, I would have been more embarrassed. Once we were done dressing, Blake left me with a kiss on the cheek.

Questioning took forever. I had to stay in the handcuffs for an hour even after they arrested Caroline for child abuse. Andrew and Alexander were going to be taken to child services. Alex suffered damage from being shaken but Andrew was lucky enough not to. They took my handcuffs off right before they were taken.

"Can I hold him?"

Everyone turned to me. The woman who was carrying him shook her head.

"I don't think that would be a good idea given you tried to kill him."

Blake put his arm around my waist.

"She panicked! If you were raped and then found out there was a fucking head poking out of your vagina, what would you do exactly?"

"I'd get medical attention immediately, I wouldn't jump off a building."

"Bullshit! She deserves to see her son! She was just arrested for trying to protect him! Let her hold the fucking child before he leaves."

The woman handed me Andrew and I took him in my arms. He was quietly looking up at me, eyes wide with curiosity. I smiled at him. He reached his hands out and I took one, kissing his little knuckles.

"Just remember that I will always love you, Andrew."

Blake kissed my hair and the woman took him back. I longed to hold him longer but I knew they had to leave. Blake walked me to his car and held the door for me. I thanked him and waited until he started the car.

"Can I ask you a question?"

I looked at him.

"Um...sure?"

"Where did you get the name Andrew from?"

Oh no. The story was resurfacing.

"It's the name of my younger brother."

"Younger brother? Matthew?"

I shook my head.

"My mom tried to have kids after us. She was pregnant with our brother for six months before she had complications and he had to be removed via C-section. We were five when he was born. We all adored him but he didn't last long. He died when he was a year old. Mom and Dad were devastated. I was teetering on the edge of depression for the longest time. I was the closest to him."

"Sorry to hear that."

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.

"When my mom found out that I named the baby Andrew Collin, she broke down."