Slugger (Sequel to 'The Jet') Benny Rodriguez

Chapter 8

As soon as you reached the lobby you scanned the room. You could barely see over all the heads of the reporters and journalists that we're crowed around all of the employees. You tried pushing through some people, but you weren't as tall as you thought you were, causing you to have to stand on your toes just to see over the heads of the people there.

You looked to the right and saw a familiar head of dark hair over by the front desk. You tried pushing through everyone, but they wouldn't let you through, shoving you back away so they could keep their place.

You sighed, not knowing how else to get through. You knew however he wouldn't have any problem getting through to him this way.

"Benny!" You yelled out, though you thought no one could have heard you over all the ruckus going on.

He did though. He could hear you calling for him over a mile away, and he wouldn't ever let anything stop him from getting to you either.

He couldn't see you when he turned around, but he knew exactly where you were just by when you called to him.

He squeezed through the crowd, ducking under people's arms to get to the other side.

When you were in sight he wasted no time in scooping you up in his arms and holding you as tightly as he possibly could. He burried his head in your shoulder and would not let you go.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I should have listened to you. I'm so sorry my love it'll never happen again." His voice was wavering with every word he said. You didn't get a good enough look at him but he'd been crying just as much as you have. More even. He thought he'd lost the best thing in his entire world to some stuck up, petty, rich guy.

"It's okay. It's not your fault, I should have told you the night it happened. I was just scared." You told him. He wouldn't let you go, but you didn't want him to. Never again did you want to let him go.

"It's not okay. I should always listen to you no matter what, and I didn't, and I almost lost you again. It was my fault, I left. But then I saw the news and I had to get to you." He said, pulling back from you to where you could see his tear stained face, but not to where he let you go.

"It's on the news already?" You were a bit concerned of how this all looked, and if they'd already used your name. You didn't want to have to do any interviews at the moment.

"Yeah, you know someone named Iris Johnston?" He asked.

You nodded and furrowed your eyebrows. "Yeah, she's in printing."

"Well apparently she's an undercover journalist. She's been working on a story about your boss for months. The whole thing went live today." He filled you in. You always had been a little suspicious about Iris, but you wouldn't have guessed that.

"What all did it cover?" You were worried that the details of the newspaper would also make television and you didn't want that.

"All the stuff about how he would hire girls based on what they looked like and then take advantage of them. Also said how he would pay them to keep quiet about it." He had to look You in the eyes for his next question... "Did he..?"

"No, I punched him out before he could do too much." You put a stop to Benny's worries right away, knowing he'd have a thirst for vengence if this guy had pulled what Mikey did.

"Okay....." He was able to relieve some of the tension he held in his body, but you felt that he still had another question. "But did he touch you at all?"

"Well yeah I mean he planted a nice big wet one right on my face the other day, then he did it again today." You tried to make light of the situation, but Benny couldn't possibly make light of anything. Just an hour and a half ago he was laying in his childhood bed, crying by himself while his mother took care of your daughter. He didn't feel like laughing or smiling at all, probably wouldn't for the rest of the day either.