Junie
“I’ve got you, Honey. I’ve got you,” he croons.
Embarrassment floods through me. I don’t want anyone to see me like this. I’m trying not to cry. I learned a long time ago that when you let a man see you cry that it only gives them what they want. But, when the sheriff puts his shirt over my naked body, and speaks with kindness in his voice, the tears I’ve managed to hold at bay sting my eyes. I blink them back, but there’s no way to stop from crying out when he picks me up.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Junie,” he whispers.
Until right in this moment, I never realized that he even knew my name. There’s no reason he should have. I’m new in town and the only ones I’ve really talked to are my brother and his girlfriend.
And my nephew.
I attempt to look over at them, but my vision is so blurry, I can’t make anyone out.
“Jo…Joshua,” I manage to whisper, my throat feeling as if I’ve been crawling on the desert sand for days without water.
“He’s good, Junie. Let’s just get you safe and then I’ll go get the asshole who did this to you.”
Shame.
That’s the overwhelming emotion that fills me. The sheriff thinks that nut-job raped me. He didn’t, not completely at least, but what he did was vile enough. I feel dirty in ways that I’m not sure I’ll ever feel clean again.
I’m quiet as the sheriff navigates the rubble of this place. My eyes are closed because my head is pounding, and even if they’re open, I can’t see much. One is almost completely swollen shut, and I’m not sure about the other one.
I’m in shock. I know that. I don’t even remember the sheriff undoing my bindings. I have no track of time or space, anything. I keep thinking this is a nightmare that I’m just going to wake up from.
“Get a fucking ambulance here now. I’m pretty sure she has a concussion. I also think her arm is broken, and there’s definitely something going on with her hip. I don’t want anyone around her but Officer Crane,” the sheriff growls.
“I don’t…” I whisper the words, not on purpose, it’s just that I don’t have much of a voice.
“Shh… It’s okay, Junie. I’m going to put you in the squad car, but Officer Crane is going to stay with you. She’ll be with you even when the paramedics check you out and take you to the hospital.”
“She?” I ask, grasping on to the one thing that means the most right now.
“Julie Crane. She’s one of my best. You can trust her, Honey.”
“Thank… Thank you,” I tell him, wishing I could see him, but also grateful that I can’t. I don’t have to see the pity on his face this way.
“I’ll be back, Junie. I’ll go to the hospital with you,” he says shocking me. I start to tell him that it’s okay, that he doesn’t need to. I’m wondering if it will hurt his feelings if I tell him that I don’t want him there. By the time I get ready to try and explain that to him, he’s already put me down on a seat. “Watch her closely,” he orders.
“Got it,” a woman’s voice answers, and I squint enough through my semi-good eye to make out a form behind the sheriff with red hair.
Then, something happens that tilts my world on its axis. The sheriff leans down and kisses the top of my head.
Who does that?
A mother to a child she cares about maybe, although I’ve never really experienced it. I always said that if I ever had a child that I’d be that kind of parent. I don’t see me having children though. I don’t know anything about being a parent, and I have horrible taste in men. Tennessee taught me that if nothing else.
“This is Steve, he’s the paramedic, he’s going to check you out now, is that okay, Ms.?”
“Sell… Sellers,” I croak out. “It’s okay. I uh… I can’t see very well.”
“That’s all right, Ma’am. We’ll get you all fixed up,” the man promises. As he starts to ask me about where I’m hurting and explaining what they’re going to do, I find myself missing the sheriff’s soothing voice. There was something calming about him that didn’t make me feel so lost…
I definitely feel lost right now…
Ben
It burns in my gut like an oil fire.
Luna holding on to Lodge is the last thing I want to see.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I was ready to settle down, she was a good woman. We were a good match. She wasn’t like some of the other women I’ve known. She understood that my job wasn’t nine to five, and she didn’t give me shit over it. She had a son, she had a good job, and she wasn’t looking for romantic fairytales.