Feelings and friendship

Chapter 15

There she was looking like she just aged 10 years overnight, holding on to her IV with one hand and holding onto a syringe with the other. "I saved the best and strongest one for you" Amina said while glancing back at officer Maxwell. I, then, saw the syringe in the back of his neck. We just stood there for five minutes, staring each other down. She was staring at me with pure hate, disgust and anger. I was staring in both fear and disbelief when I got distracted by what I thought was movement and looked over to officer Maxwell. She saw the concern in my eyes and said "Oh, you traded Buddy already for this one? I knew it. I told him you were no good, we should've killed you when we had the chance to. That stupid boy, all love struck" she got angrier with every word she uttered and limped towards me in obvious pain. It's incredible how she was standing after being shot in the leg like that. Guess resentment feeds the restless. I stepped back. She limped around the bed and never lost eye contact. I stepped back again. In the corner of my eye, I could see officer Maxwell's fingers moving. "You stole the only thing I had from me, my boy. From the moment he saw you, he was yours. Even when you weren't around, he was yours. Days and nights of writing your name in every notebook. Repeating the same stories every single fucking day. Year in and year out, for over a decade. I had to help him find girls similar to you, just to get him to stop fucking nagging about how he misses you. That gave me the right opportunity to instill my family values on to him, remember; "We need to love one and other consistently and with devotion. If not? That love should be forced upon" she said proudly. "I promised him I would make you or anyone who resembles your liking love him, no matter what the cost... or else..." "Or else what?" I said while I stepped back and bumped into the wall. There was a nightstand in the corner so I slowly stepped sideways without losing eye contact, so she wouldn't notice. The only thing I could use to defend myself was a pencil. What the fuck am I supposed to do with a pencil?! She stepped around the bed towards me and said: "So what's it going to be? Are you cooperating or should I make you cooperate?" She lifted the syringe up so it would be clear to me what the last part meant. If I could disappear into the wall, I would. I looked around for an escape and when I realized there was nowhere to run, I locked eyes with her. She kept limping towards me. I thought I heard a sound but I couldn't afford to break eye contact, I got to watch her every move. She limped closer. I felt around for another weapon to use. Just a couple of steps away. I couldn't grab anything, find anything. She stood so close to me, I could smell her breath. I wanted to barf and had goosebumps all over my body. "Answer the question, dearie" she whispered while looking at me as if she was undressing me with her eyes. I quivered and remembered everything I just thought I escaped. The torture table, her hands all over my body, finding out Buddy was insane... Everything. I felt tears building up and trying to beg for her to leave me alone, I choked on them. "Well" she shrugged "No answer means I'm making the decision, I don't think you want that." She trailed my neck with her finger. I tried moving so she wouldn't be able to touch me but it was as if her essence surrounded me, engulfed me, it trapped me. She put her head in the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply. "Still that same wonderful smell, I understand why Buddy obsessed over you" With the syringe too close for comfort, she traced from my neck, flicked my nipple, pulled up my hospital gown, touched my clit, bit her lip and jammed her finger inside. She visibly enjoyed what she was doing, I felt disgusted with her and myself. I was paralyzed yet again. She took out her finger, smelled it and put it in her mouth. She closed her eyes for a moment and seemed to enjoy the taste. "I'm going to have so much fun with you, stand still dearie" she said as she switched the IV bag to her other hand and put the syringe in her right hand, ready to inject whatever's in there in my body. I was still paralyzed. Just when she was going to inject her concoction in my neck, I heard a gun cock. She heard it too and stopped mid track. I looked behind her and saw officer Maxwell holding on to the chair with his left hand and the gun steady in his right hand. "Drop the syringe, Deloitte" he ordered with a stern but soft voice. While his voice was full of confidence, I saw genuine concern and fear in his eyes. "Please, don't do this. Haven't you done enough? Do you really think he's kidding? Just stop this, please!!!" I pleaded. "Look, Deloitte. The last time I shot you in the leg. This time you won't be so lucky." Officer Maxwell said. She turned around and looked him in the eye and observed him for a second. I couldn't see her, but I knew exactly how she was analyzing him with those penetrating eyes of her. "Is that fear I see?" she said and looked at me over her shoulder. "Oh, she got you fucked up too, doesn't she?" she chuckled knowingly. "She has that effect on people. You were the one that carried her out, right? You caught a whiff of that cocoa butter and vanilla smell she got going on, huh? Now you can't get it out of your nose? It's like you smell her all around you, driving you crazy isn't it?" I saw officer Maxwell flinch as if there was a bit of truth to what Amina said, I frowned. "Drop it, Deloitte... DROP IT" he said as he shook off her words, repositioned himself standing firm and holding the gun with both hands. He closed an eye so he could aim better.