Handcuffed

Chapter 7 : Locks

Chapter 7

The next day...
     
Tate POV

"Guys! It came! I don't know why it came early! But it's here!"

My eyes flicked open. I'd been napping on the couch with Riker. We were cuddled up under a bunch of blankets.

Rocky was standing in front of us, holding a package.

"We were sleeping," Riker whined.

"Well do you want to get unhandcuffed or not?"

"Yes!" Riker said, grabbing for the package.

Rocky left. Riker opened the package, and took out the handcuff key. He tried unlocking our hands, but it didn't work.

"What the heck? Why isn't this working? Rocky! We need help!" Riker called.

Rocky walked in.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't get it," Riker said, handing him the key.

Rocky tried getting the handcuffs unlocked. But he couldn't.

"Um... What if they give a unique key with each pair of handcuffs? I seriously can't get them unlocked," Rocky said.

Riker sighed, and leaned back against the couch.

"I can't believe this... What are we going to do?" Riker asked.

"I don't know... I could try calling the number on the box, and ask someone for help," Rocky said.

"Good. Go," Riker said, annoyed.

Rocky left. I cuddled into Riker's side.

"So... I think maybe we should go get some new locks for your house... What do you think about that?" Riker asked.

"Sounds good."

"Alright... Let's use the bathroom. And then let's go to the store."

Later...

Tate POV

We had Rocky drive us to the store and then back to Riker's house. Riker looked up how to change locks. And then we started walking over to my house.

"Riker, that's his car! He's back!" I said, jumping backwards.

"Calm down. I'll handle it."

"Riker, you got hurt!"

"I'm ok, Tate. It's just a bruise. I'll handle it. Just stay behind me, ok? I don't want you getting hurt."

"Riker-"

"Trust me."

We walked up to the house. I gave the key to Riker, and he unlocked the door. We went inside, and as soon as we did, my ex was right there, as if he was waiting for us. He tried to punch Riker, but Riker ducked, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to the other side of the room. He pulled me behind him, and stood in front of me protectively.

"Stop trying to hurt us, and get out!" Riker yelled.

"Make me."

"I'll call the cops. Get out."

I couldn't see what was happening because I was behind Riker. But I felt Riker tense up.

"Put that away. You're going to hurt somebody," Riker said, stepping backwards.

I looked past Riker and saw that my ex was holding a knife. I realized Riker's phone was in his back pocket. I pulled it out, although it was difficult because he was wearing such tight skinny jeans. And I dialed 911.

"Get out! I have 911 on the phone!" I yelled.

I put it on speaker as proof. And as soon as my ex heard the lady on the other end ask what my emergency was, he bolted.

I let Riker do the talking. He told her exactly what just happened and that my ex was sort of harassing us. Since my ex was gone now, there wasn't really a reason to be in a call with 911. And the lady told us to file a report at the police station.

"Riker, this is why I don't like coming here when he's here. He could hurt us. And he almost did."

"We were fine, Tate. I protected you. And you called 911."

"You're lucky I was able to get your phone out of your pocket. You're wearing some pretty tight jeans."

"I like tight jeans."

"Well I think they're too tight."

"If they were too tight, you wouldn't have been able to get my phone out."

I rolled my eyes.

"Come on. Let's change the lock on your front door so this can't happen again."

Later...

Tate POV

Riker changed the lock on my front door. And then we walked back to Riker's house. I felt so relieved because I knew my ex couldn't get into my house easily.

Riker wanted to go file a report at the police station, but I really didn't feel like doing it today.

So Riker agreed to do it tomorrow instead.

We were cuddled up in his bed right now. It was late, and we were getting settled for the night.

"Riker..."

"What?"

"I don't know what he's going to try to do next. But he's probably mad that we called 911 on him. I just don't want you to get hurt. And I know it's hard for you to protect me and fight back while we're handcuffed together. I'm just so worried something is going to happen and you're going to get hurt."

"Tate... I know you're worried. But we'll go to the police tomorrow, and they'll take care of it. And as for our handcuffs, I don't know what Rocky found out from calling the company. But maybe I can ask my dad if he can try to like... I don't know... Try to figure something out. Maybe he'll have an idea. I'll ask him tomorrow, ok?"

"Ok... I just want you to be safe. Your poor nose looks awful. Does it still hurt?"

"A little. If I touch it, it really hurts."

I laid my head on his shoulder, and cuddled into him.

"We'll be fine. Trust me. I've kept you safe so far."

"I know. I just get worried."

Riker pulled the blankets over us a little more.

"Let's get some sleep ok? I'm tired," Riker said.

"Ok."

He shut the lamp off beside the bed, and we snuggled down under the blankets together. And I fell asleep quickly.