Addison is a school teacher living in New York when she becomes a victim of rape. The Special Victims Unit tries to connect the dots of the crime, leading back to a prominent family of the city. Sonny Carisi is the lead detective on her case, and th...
Another 3 days go by in the hotel before I can finally go back to my apartment. I haven't heard much from the detectives at Special Victims and I'm okay with that, not ready to move forward just yet anyway. I walk into the apartment and it is more of a mess than when I left. There are more clothes on the floor, cabinets left open, and paper scattered all over the place. I go over to my cell phone first, not surprised when it is dead. I plug it in and start to pick up the apartment. Putting bits and pieces away slowly, as if I don't remember how it used to be. I don't stop until it is spotless and everything is moved around and looking nothing like it used to. It's now 11 P.M and I check my phone. I have 17 new text messages and 3 voicemails. I open the first message but freeze when I see it is from Jason. I throw the phone back down onto the bed before I could read it and stand there, not sure what to do next. Moments turn into minutes before I hastily grab it off the stand and throw it out the open window, wanting to know nothing of what he said to me.
The alarm goes off at 530 A.M. Time to get up and get ready to return to work. It wasn't hard to get out of bed when I can't sleep for more than 2 hours a night before waking up reliving the nightmare again. I take another shower and get ready to go into work. Once there, I walk into my classroom and prepare for my students to arrive. I teach 2nd grade a local elementary school. The day begins and the constant chatter of my students helps take my mind off of everything that happened for the most part. During lunch, the principal comes into my room to ask me about my absence, "are you alright? Ms. Holder told me she tried to contact you but you never answered her messages. We were worried about you." He says taking a seat across from me.
I smile back softly, "yes, I'm sorry. I haven't been able to check my messages. Something happened and I had to take care of it." I try not to explain further, hoping not to have to get into the details.
"Well, we are glad to have you back. The budget is tight as you know and subs are hard to come by." He reminds me, staying political.
"I understand," I assure him I get what he says to me, basically telling me I can't take off any more days. He nods and leaves me alone in my room. The bell to the end of the day rings at 3:00 and the students rush out of the school. I watch them skip and run down the halls and I feel some kind of hope resurface inside of me. I finish my plans for the rest of the week and go to head back home.
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As I exit the front of the school detective Carisi steps from the side of the building and whatever tiny bit of hope I felt before diminishes, "Addison." He calls out to me. I stop walking and allow him to meet up with me, "we've been trying to reach you, what happened to your phone?" He asks.
"I got rid of it. What do you need?" I ask him, worried about what they were looking for me for.
He eyes me, probably not sure why I got rid of my phone but moves past it, "we brought in Jason." He says.
"And?" I push for more, trying not to hold my breath.
"Let's walk. I know a nice cafe 3 blocks away." He suggests to me.
I nod, "okay" and I follow besides him, waiting to get inside somewhere and hear what he has to say.
"So, it's right up here." He points forward towards a shop on the corner.
"Okay," I mutter, not sure why he's pointing when we are so close by. Suddenly he turns towards me, startling me and I move backward against a window. "Detective?" I ask, breathing heavily, my nerves turning my insides out, there's no way this can be happening again, not now, not with a cop.
Both his hands are on either side of me, pinning me against the wall. He stands close to me, his breath blowing across my face "I think we are being followed." He whispers to me then smiles softly.
"What?" I go to look around, my eyes widening with fear and my throat swelling up.
"Don't look." His voice is still low but firm. "Just keep your eyes on me."
"Uhm, okay. What are we doing?" I ask him still worried, trying to contain my heavy breathing. I see his eyes focused on the glass I am pushed against to my right, looking at something. I try to calm my heart rate while he does whatever it is he is doing, "detective Carisi?"
"Call me Sonny." He brings his blue eyes back to mine and the same small smile stays plastered on his face. "I'm going to move a piece of your hair, rub my hand against your cheek. I need you to chuckle right now like I said something funny." He whispers. I do as he says and chuckle, turning my cheek just a little to add to it. His smile widens as he does what he says, removing a piece of hair from my face and rubbing his thumb across my cheek, "we're going to keep walking a few blocks before I call my lieutenant. Take my hand and just walk forward, turn right at the corner. Alright?" He directs then asks, now putting all of his hand on my cheek gently. I nod to confirm, still not able to form words. He lowers his other hand from the wall and offers his hand to me. I take his hand as he said to do and we walk together.
I try everything I can to keep my attention forward, to not look around me for whomever he thinks is following us. After 10 minutes of walking hand in hand, he finally releases it and pulls out his phone. He pushes 2 buttons on his phone and switches it to his left ear. He wraps an arm around my shoulders keeping up the facade, "they still following us?" I ask as he waits for someone to answer.
"Not sure, better safe than sorry." He replies, "Lieutenant, we have a situation." He starts off, "I was walking with Addison to talk to her about the case when I noticed that we were being followed. Yah, Yah, I think we got away but I don't think she should go back to her apartment." He nods once, twice, three times before agreeing, "okay, yeah, will do." He hangs up and puts the phone away.
"What'd she say?" I ask him, eager to get off the street and somewhere safe.
"Just follow me." He says simply and pulls me into a furniture store.
