Charlie

Chapter 2

Detective Alejandro Lopez tiredly rubbed his hands across his face as he threw his keys, badge and firearm onto the kitchen counter. Boy, was he having a bad day. Not only had the rapist of a ten year old little girl get off with no charges whatsoever filed against him, he was also being investigated by IA, Internal Affairs for an alleged police brutality charge from the same piece of shit he'd arrested. When he'd parked his truck out front, he saw Alyssa, his girlfriend of three years, was home. All he wanted was for her to hold him and let him know that everything was going to be okay. There was just something about the woman that made everything disappear. Everything but her. She was going to be his wife one day. He just knew it. 

He slowly walked up the stairs with a heavy sigh. Upon reaching the landing, a deep frown pulled at his weary face. There were clothes scattered across the carpeted floor. That didn't seem like Alyssa. The woman had some serious OCD when it came to keeping things in their proper place. Hell, he couldn't leave the cap off the toothpaste without her jumping down his throat. The woman had labels galore for everything. Yeah, things didn't seem right at all.

He quietly made his way to their bedroom. The door was closed slightly. Pushing the door open silently, he took a step into the dimly lit room. The sight before him ripped his heart into pieces. There on their bed was Alyssa, with her ass in the air and his mouth wrapped around his best friend and partner, Michael's dick. Michael's eyes were closed tightly as Alyssa's hair lay clenched in Michael's tight grasp.

"How could you," Alejandro asked harshly, just barely above a whisper.

Michael opened his eyes only to meet Alejandro's piercing blues. He quickly let Alyssa's hair go. "Alyssa!"

Alyssa not knowing her affair had just been blown wide open, only muttered, "I know, Papi! Let me make you feel good." Alejandro could only shake his head sadly.

"Alyssa!" Michael persisted, pushing her head away from his dick.

Sucking her teeth, Alyssa let Michael's softening shaft fall from her mouth with a glare. "What the hell? You know we only got a little while to be together before Dro gets home." Without a word, Michael pointed towards Alejandro. "What?" she asked with attitude, turning around. Her breath caught in her throat.

It took all Alejandro had in him not to reach into his underwear drawer and pull his pistol and shoot them both. Instead he said, "Get your shit and get out! I want you out my house by the time I get back!" he growled angrily as tears filled his eyes. He couldn't believe the two people he loved most in the word could betray him like this. What had he done to warrant such betrayal?

"Baby!" Alyssa, whispered, grabbing the sheet to cover herself. "I'm sorry! It just sort of happened."

Alejandro shook his head as he glared at first Alyssa then Michael. "Fuck the both of you. You're both dead to me! I truly hope stabbing me in the back was worth it."

"Come on-"

Alejandro cut Michael off. "Shut the fuck up and get your shit out my gotdamn house!" he yelled. "When I return, you better be gone!" Without another word he turned around and stormed back downstairs. Moments later the door could be heard slamming behind him.

Alyssa and Michael looked at each other not knowing what to say. They had truly fucked up.

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"Come on, honey! Don't give up on me! Fight, gotdammit!" the paramedic yelled, as she pumped her arms up and down on the young girls chest as the ambulance raced towards the nearest hospital. The girl had already lost so much blood. God, there was so much blood. They needed to get her to the hospital as soon as they possibly could. She was going to need surgery and fast!