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“I had gotten as far as my pants and shirt off when I realized that I couldn’t go through with it. Shady had his dick out and was rubbing it against my leg. His hand was in my panties when I told him to stop.”
A lump forms in my throat and tears threaten to spill from my eyes. When I look over at Mac, I see his eyes blazing. The green in his eyes is almost nonexistent, swallowed up by the black of the pupil. His knuckles are white from the grip he has on the counter.
“Finish it,” he growls.
“Shady didn’t stop. Instead, he shoved his fingers in me. It hurt so much. I tried pushing and kicking him to get him off me, but he wouldn’t budge. He used his fingers and broke through my hymen. The pain of it was almost unbearable. I think the pain he knew he was putting me through excited him, because after a few minutes, he ejaculated against my leg. I watched him pull his bloody fingers out of me and put them in his mouth. After he licked them clean, he looked straight at me and said, ‘You can leave now. I got what I wanted.’”
I can’t look at Mac when I’m done. I’m ashamed of my actions that night. Yes, I know I said no and Shady should have stopped when I told him to, but I can’t help but feel that I got what was coming to me. I knew what was going to happen when I went to Shady’s truck. I knew the type of man he was. I also knew he was drunk, and a drunk Shady is not a nice Shady.
I snap my head up when I hear a loud crash and find the mirror above the sink shattered. I glance down to find Mac’s fist bloodied. I rush forward and gently grab his hand. I turn the faucet on and place his hand under the running water.
“He’s dead,” Mac says in a low voice. When I look up at him, his eyes are on me. “When I find that bastard, Mia, I’ll fucking kill him.”
I shake my head at him. “No, Mac,” I plead with him. “You can’t do that. He’s not worth spending the rest of your life in prison for.”
He ignores my plea and instead asks a question. “Why didn’t you go to the sheriff, Pix? It hurts to know this, but I understand why you didn’t come to me.”
I look back down at his hand and watch the blood wash down the drain. I see a chunk of glass still embedded in his skin, and I carefully pull it free.
“Because I was ashamed. I knew the type of guy Shady was, but I went with him anyway. I don’t know, I guess I kind of felt I deserved it.”
Mac grips my chin with his good hand and brings my face up to his. “No one deserves that, Mia,” he says forcefully. “No one. You say no, that means no. That shit stops right then. It doesn’t matter what the circumstances are.”
“Please, Mac. Promise me you won’t do anything stupid. I can’t lose you. Trent can’t lose you. Swear to me, Mac.”
After looking at me for a while, Mac nods. He doesn’t actually say the words, but I’m sure that’s the only thing I’m going to get. I know it’s hard for him. I just hope and pray he keeps his promise.
I wrap Mac’s hand in gauze and lift it to my lips, kissing the white material. We both put our arms around the other and squeeze each other tight. I feel Mac place a kiss on top of my head.
“I’m sorry, Pix. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. I’m sorry I was where I was. I’m sorry you had to go through that alone.”
I nod, accepting his apology even though I don’t need it. None of it was his fault.
We walk back to the bed and climb underneath the covers. Mac pulls me close, wrapping every part of his body that he can aroundme. I feel safe and warm beside him. We lie in silence for a while, both of us knowing it’s going to be a while before we get to sleep.
It seems like I just closed my eyes when I hear a phone ring. Mac groans and reaches across me for his phone sitting on the nightstand.
“Sheriff Weston,” he grumbles into the receiver. It sounds like he just fell asleep as well.
“Where?” He listens for a minute before saying, “Alright. Give me ten minutes.” He ends the call, putting the phone back down on the nightstand, and swings his legs over his side of the bed.
“Who was that?” I ask, my voice groggy.
“Dispatch,” Mac says, slipping his jeans up his legs. “Someone called saying they heard gunshots down on Highway 88.”
I watch as Mac walks to the dresser and pulls a shirt from a drawer. After slipping it over his head, he walks back to the nightstand and picks up his phone. He sits on the side of the bed with the phone in the crook of his neck as he slips his socks and boots on.
“Nick, I’ve got to go out to Highway 88. Can you come here and sit with Mia?”
I want to protest as I listen to Mac talk to Nick, but I know it’s useless. No way will he leave me alone while he goes out to do his job.
“Yeah,” Mac says to Nick. “I’ll let her know. Thanks man.”
He ends the call and walks to my side of the bed. Bending low, he reaches across me to place his hand beside my head and lowers his lips to mine, placing a soft kiss there.
“I’ve got to go, but Nick’s on his way. He said about fifteen minutes. By the time you get up and get dressed, he should be here. I’m locking the door and setting the alarm when I leave. Don’t open that door for anyone but Nick. Got it?”
“Got it, Sheriff Weston,” I say with a salute.
