His Vanilla Girl | ✔

Chapter Twenty

One cop leaned down and picked up Sylvester’s sweats and tossed them at him. “Get dressed.”

“What’s going on?” he asked, completely confused as he slipped on his clothes. He’s never had a gun pulled on him before. He couldn’t say he liked the feel of death staring him in the face.

As soon as he pulled his pants up to his waist, the same cop roughly twisted his arms behind his back, slapping the cuffs on him instead. “Caleb Sylvester Jackson, you are under arrest for battery and kidnapping. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak with an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning.”

“I haven’t kidnapped anyone,” he snapped.

“Witnesses say otherwise.” The cop started to haul him from the room.

“Maria say something, god damn it,” he yelled. She appeared to be in a daze as she lay handcuffed on the bed.

“You don’t have to say anything, young lady, an ambulance is on the way to check you out,” one of the female cops said, as she walked over to Maria, sliding a key into the handcuffs.

“He didn’t kidnap me. Well he did, but he didn’t. Oh gosh.” Maria covered her face with her hands. “I’m just making this worse, aren’t I?”

“You’re in shock, dear.  It’ll be okay.”

“No. No. You got it all wrong. He didn’t do anything,” she cried as he was pulled from the room. As soon as her hands were free, she bolted off the bed and ran after them, butt naked. “Let him go. He didn’t hurt me.”

“I’ve never seen Stockholm syndrome take place so fast.” She heard one officer mutter behind her. "It's a good thing those boys called it in."

Pausing mid-step she turned around, glaring at them. “I don’t have Stockholm syndrome, darn it. We’re together, him and I. Don’t you get it?”

Just outside the front door, she could see Nathan being dragged towards the cop car, Becky following behind him, her arms crossed. It didn’t look like she was fighting for his case though. She looked pissed off. “Oh no. This could land the boys in hot water,” Maria muttered.

Knowing her friend needed her, Maria abandoned her argument with the officer and rushed over to Becky. “Becky, tell the cops that we didn’t get kidnapped.”

“But we did,” Becky said angrily. “I was brought here against my will. You were, too. Look at you, you’re naked, doesn’t that say something to you.”

“We were drugged and just about kidnapped...for real. They saved our lives.”

“And this wasn’t for real?” Becky snapped.

“Yes…no…darn it.” Her tongue was still all twisted from their playtime. She was having a hard time thinking straight, still being on a sex-induced high. “They rescued us at the club. Those guys drugged us. If it wasn’t for Nathan and Sylvester, we could be lying dead in a ditch somewhere, raped and battered.”

Becky’s face twisted at the vivid picture Maria painted. “I guess you’re right, but I’m still not taking him back. Not until I hear those four words from him. I’m not wasting my life on someone who doesn’t think I’m worth spending his life with.”

“I get you. I understand. But if we don’t help them, they’re going to go to jail, and their lives will be ruined.”

“Fine,” she agreed angrily. “Let’s go rescue the dickheads.”

One of the cops came up behind Maria, draping a blanket over Her shoulders.  “Can you girls tell us what happened?”

Maria took Becky’s hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We know them. Last night, we went to a club, and a group of three other guys drugged us, and Nathan and Caleb rescued us.”