Chapter 21: Saved
"Have you made enemies within the last couple of weeks?" Some guy named Detective Brown or whatever, asked me.
"I've had enemies since the day I was born. It's nothing new. But enemies to the point of where they'd burn down something I own? I don't know about that."
"No scorned women?"
My eyes went to the table in front of me.
"We did our research on you, Mr. Clark, you have a wife by the name of Rionna."
"You got married?" My dad, Richard glared at me as his eyebrows rose.
I don't tell him anything. Shit, I forgot he didn't know. "This was like three years ago, dad. And it's not important. Rio did not do this. There were three men dressed in black. I doubt she has the money to hire men to assassinate my club. And anyway, it was a long time ago. I was with her for literally a few hours."
"Okay," The detective leaned against the table across from me and sighed. "Liam Waters."
"Isn't it true you two got into a fight and he cut you?"
"What?" Richard looked to the detective and then back to me.
"Yeah, what'd you think happened to your son's face?"
Richard looked to me. "You tell me nothing."
"Only because you just now started paying attention to me," I looked back to the detective. "Yeah, true. But he was taken away by the cops."
"And then released because you refused to press charges."
"He cut your face? With what?" Richard's voice rose.
I rolled my eyes.
"A piece of glass according to a report." The detective said.
"A piece of glass? Isn't that attempted murder or something?"
He looked at me, with an angry crease in between his eyes.
I appreciate his anger. Weeks ago, he wouldn't have given a damn. "It's not that serious. I'm alive. Okay? I'm alive."
"Why do you still hang with him?"
"I don't. I'm with Summer."
"Can we please get back to subject?" The detective asked.
I nodded. "Right. Sorry. My point was that it wasn't Liam."
"Who else have you came in contact with that you pissed off?"
"I don't know." I thought for a long moment. I've pissed off plenty of people in the last couple of months. All that was left was Summer's dad, and stupid ass Finn. But Finn couldn't afford to hire people to commit arson. And all I did was threaten Summer's dad. That wouldn't cause him to do this. "I don't know." I said.
The detective sighed.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out and looked at it. It was a text message from Tara.
I opened it and read it.
"I think you need to come to Summer's mother's house, Chris."
I looked to the detective. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but I didn't have a good feeling. Fuck. I knew I shouldn't have left her.
I stood to my feet. "Are we done? This is an emergency. We can finish this tomorrow."
"Chris, it's not going to take that long." Richard said.
I leaned over into his ear. "Summer might be in trouble. I have to go."
Richard pulled back. "Are you kidding me? I'm sure she's fine."
"Dad, seriously. I'm leaving." I patted his shoulder and walked out of the office.
I haven't had the moment to run, or to even think. The moment I brought up the truth to Boe, I was on my bed with him on top of me, holding my hands hostage with his. He was no longer the worried dad who spoiled me to no end. He was a whole new person. Someone I never knew.
He was straddling over my body with so much hate and disgust on his face as he squeezed my wrists hard to make me whimper.
When I did, he smiled a little bit. It was bitter, and evil. Overall, it made me feel those tingles of fear I always get in the pit of my stomach. What if I wasn't able to break away from him?
"Dad," My voice cracked on the word.
His gray eyes were piercing, and intense as they stared down into mine. His eyes were on mine for a long moment before he finally spoke.
"I don't know where or who you got that information from. But don't you EVER say those words to me ever again. Do you understand me?" His face leaned down so it was almost on mine. I could feel his breath against my face.
The close proximity not only made me uncomfortable, but it scared me.
There was nothing I could say. I couldn't move. His grip on my hands was too tight, and his body was too heavy for me to squirm from under him.
When I didn't answer him, he pulled my two hands together with one of his and his other hand went around my neck, his grip wasn't tight, but it was just there as if it was a threat.
Tears poured out, going down my temple, pooling into my ear.
"Do you understand me?" He said slowly, as if he was talking to an ignorant child.
"Dad…" My voice was rough and silent. I didn't know how to make him see reason. What could I say?
He sighed. "You're not answering me. I said you do not know what you're talking about, and you will never say that to me. Do you understand me?"
"I…" I couldn't speak. I was afraid to agree, and afraid to say the wrong thing. I began to feel dizzy.
He exhaled and looked toward the window, his face dipped in malice.
He glared back down at me, raised his fist and punched me hard in my mouth.
I grunted as the sting began to settle in from the blow. I squeezed my eyes shut as the tears came faster, harder, and my cries grew audible.
He leaned down so we were close again. I didn't have to open my eyes to see it. I could just feel it. "
I felt him kiss and bathe my bottom lip with his tongue and I began to squirm under his body and pull from his hands.
My eyes opened and he had that sick look in his eyes. He pulled back and looked to my lips before looking back into my eyes. "Listen. Stop squirming, and listen to me."
I didn't stop. I kicked and wiggled and pulled.
He held his fist back. "Stop it."
Seeing the threat of his fist, I stopped.
"Listen, and listen closely. If I hear those words come from your mouth to me, or to anyone. I will hurt Liam. I might even kill him. And I will do the same to your cocky fucking boyfriend. You hear me?" He asked.
I hear footsteps approaching the bed, and the second Boe turns his head, he's knocked onto his back, and slid off of the bed and made a hard thump on the floor.
Chris stared down at him, his eyes full of irate.
Boe held his head, his face contorted in pain.
Chris stepped over him. "Still wanna play?" He asked.
Boe looked up at Chris.
Chris sighed, swinging the bat in his hand.
"Summer?" Tara asked from the doorway.
I sat up, and looked away from her.
She should have known something was going on in the house for me to be in here for so long. Why didn't she come to check anything out?
My eyes were focused on Chris.
"Tara called the police, you don't have anywhere to go." Chris said.
Boe glared to the floor. "Listen, kid, let me go, and I'll get out of her life. I have a business to run. I cannot go to jail right now," He looked up at Chris. "Alright?"
Chris grimaced. "Are you serious? I just saw you about to rape your daughter. You think I'm gonna let you go that fucking easy?"
Boe snarled at Chris.
Chris raised the bat and cracked it against Boe's head who fell back onto the floor hard.
My lips parted in shock as I laid my eyes on him. He was laid out on the floor, blood spilling from his temple. I don't think he was dead. I could see his chest rise and fall, and he was moving. His eyes were squeezed shut as he held his hand against the wound.
Chris was breathing hard, fueled by his anger as he stared at Boe.
When he saw Boe was not going to get up, his eyes met mine. His anger was erased when he looked at me. All I saw in those hazel eyes was love.
My fear was gone the moment I seen Chris. I knew that he was willing to do whatever for me. Including hurting my dad.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
I nodded my head.
"You're bleeding." He said.
"I know. I'm good."
"I'll go get some tissue." Tara said before disappearing down the hall.
"How did you know I was here?" I asked.
"Tara." he said abruptly before looking back down at Boe.
Moments later, Tara walked back into the room and gave me the wet tissue. I snatched it from her hand and held it to my lip.
I knew she was wondering why I had such an attitude towards her, but I wasn't focused on her.
I heard those fucking sirens in the distance, and I began to wonder if Chris would be taken in for what he did to Boe. I had hoped not, but I didn't know. But him being who he is, and his dad being close friends with people in the Bureau he may have to go in, but he may get out of it easily.
"Shit." Chris kicked Boe's leg and he stirred a bit, still holding his head.
"Tara, go downstairs to let them in once they get here." Chris said.
Tara nodded and gave me a glance before leaving the room.
Chris looked back to me. "I'm sorry I left you."
"Just shut up." I said.
And that was the last thing I said to him before two men, one Caucasian, the other African American walked into the room and looked down at Boe.
"Well, I'm obviously going to need a fucking lawyer." Chris said.
The Caucasian man looked to Chris. "You're Richard's son right? Weren't you just down at the station?"
Chris sighs. "Yes."
"He tried to rape his daughter."
"Did you hit him?"
Chris rolled his eyes, becoming irritated. "Obviously. His daughter is my girlfriend. And let me guess, you gotta take me in for assault and battery or something like that?" He said.
"Yeah, but don't worry. Your dad is still down there. I'm sure we can get it all cleared up."
"I still have to go though right?"
The other cop nodded.
Chris looked to me and then nodded. "Okay. So go wait in the car or…"
"We're going to get him up and put him in the backseat of the car. You should follow us."
"You really trust me to do that?" Chris asked raising his eyebrow.
"You're not stupid, Christopher," The Caucasian cop then looked to me. "We'll need you to come down to the station with us, and your friend down there."
"Fuck, why does she have to come?" Chris asked.
"We need both of their statements, Chris. Don't make this hard."
"You find out who burn up my club?"
"No but we'll find out. Your club is not the most important thing in the world, Christopher. I suggest you go down to the station now. And if we find that you're not there, you'll be arrested."
"Whatever, I got you." Chris looked to me. "Come on."
I rose from the bed and followed him out of the door. I'm more than sure that these cops are fuck-tarded. I just don't think we're supposed to be driving down to the police station on our own free will. How do they know we'll actually go there?
Chris was silent as we walked down the hall.
I wasn't mad at him.
He wasn't mad at me.
We just had nothing to say about whatever the hell that was that just happened.
We walked down the stairs and Tara was waiting by the stairs.
"What's going on?" She asked.
I ignored her.
"We gotta go down to make a witness statement. Or at least the two of you do. We have to go now. They're going to get him take them in their car. We can go in mine." Chris said before he opened the door and walked out of it.
I was about to follow out behind him, when Tara grabbed my arm. I turned and glared at her.
"Are you okay, Summer?"
I snatched my arm away from her. "Go fuck yourself." I said before walking out of the house.
When we got there, we made our statements and I was forced to tell what happened. I told them everything I knew. Everything he did, including the whole thing with Liam. Who of course they would have to bring in to be sure I was telling the truth. I don't know if Liam would tell them, and my entire story sounds like shit, but I had hope he'd fess up to the truth to put Boe in prison.
When we were done, it was around five in the afternoon. Chris had to stay there with his father, but me and Tara were free to go, at least until they can get a hold of Liam and listen to his story, and history with Boe.
Chris gave me his keys to drive his car back over my mother's house to Tara's car.
Once we got in, I closed the door, and Tara slipped in the front seat of the car, closed her door and leaned back, silent.
As I got onto the road, I turned the music all the way up, trying to block everything that happened the last couple of hours. It didn't seem like it was over. But that was all on Liam.
They'll get a hold of my mom and she'll learn the truth about me, about Liam. I don't know how she'll react, or if she'll even care.
Halfway on the road to the house, Tara turned the music off.
I turned it back on without looking at her.
I rested my hand back onto the wheel and remained my sight on the road ahead of us.
Tara slammed the music back off. "Will you talk to me?"
"What is there to talk about?"
"What did I do to you? I called your boyfriend and he saved you."
I nod. "Yeah. He did. But where the fuck were you?" I asked as I looked over to her.
"I was going to come in. I wasn't sure whether or not you were in trouble. It was shitty. I'm sorry. I couldn't get hurt."
I chuckle humorlessly. "You didn't want to get hurt?" I asked, staring at her. She looked pathetic.
Tara glared at me. "I had a fucking baby to think about. I knew I wouldn't be strong enough to help you so I texted Chris in case something was going on. I could have hurt my baby."
"I'm not saying for you to choose between your baby or me, but the slightest fucking help would have changed everything. I got hurt, and it could have been worst. He could have fucking raped me. Don't you get that?"
"Yeah. I got it." She said turning her head to look out of the passenger window.
She was quiet for a long time, so that gave me the signal to turn the music back on and turn it all the way up. If my dad had gotten further than he was going, I probably wouldn't have ever spoken to Tara again.
I pulled up to my mother's house where Evie's car was out in the driveway.
She was sitting on top of it, her legs crossed, a cigarette in her hand.
Thank god she was here. I felt like it's been a while since I last seen her.
I look to Tara. "Get out of the car."
"Do not talk to me like that. I'm leaving."
She slipped out of the car and slammed the door shut before walking over to hers.
I looked over and Evie was walking over to me. She stomped down onto her cigarette before she got to the car.
I rolled the window down, shut the car off and looked up at her.
She grabbed the roof of the door and peeked in. "Baby girl,"
"Boe tried to rape me."
"I heard. Some guy called your mother and told the situation and then requesting to bring Liam down."
I gripped the steering wheel.
"You look like you can use a break."
I closed my eyes and laid my head back against the seat. "I think I should go away for a little while. Does your offer still stand of coming to live with you in Paris?"
"Live? Baby, I said visit."
"You changed your mind?"
She shook her head. "No, sweetie. It's just why in the hell would you want to move away from your boyfriend who you just moved in with?"
I wouldn't want to. I loved him with all my heart. But I didn't know what to do.
I covered my eyes. "I don't know what I'm doing. I just want everything to go back to normal before I ever got involved with Chris."
"Listen to what you are saying. Chris is…he's everything you want. You cannot leave him behind because you're going through stuff. Everyone's going through something. You can't run away from it. All you can do is deal with it and move on. You're an adult now, Summer. Adults have problems. Sometimes serious. You'll get through it. Don't run away. Not from him."
I took my hands down and opened my eyes to look up at her. "I don't know."
Evie sighed. "Please tell me you're not honestly thinking of leaving him. What, you don't love him?"
"No, I do love him. Aside from you, he's the only thing left in this world that I do love. I'm sorry if it pisses you off but I'm not strong like you. You know that."
"This man would fight for you, Summer. You're being a fucking idiot if you don't do the same for him."
"I have fought for him. I fought Imogene for him."
"She's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about yourself."
I looked away from her, to the road. "I'm going to go home and take a shower and then…."
"I don't know."
"Sweetie. I know it's a lot with Liam freaking out, and the fire, and then your dad. But it's over. The hard part is over."
I shake my head. "We'll decide once he gets home."
"You think he's going to just let you go? Sweetie, are you high?"
"I'm going to go home, go to bed and forget this fucking day. That's all I want to do."
She nods and leans more into the open window. "Summer, don't do anything stupid, okay? I know you two belong together. You know that, he knows that. Okay, sweetie?"
I nod my head. "I hear you."
"Okay. I love you."
"Love you too, Evie." I said as I started the car.
She took a step back and I drove off.
I knew it was stupid to think I could leave town to get away from the drama. Guess I couldn't do that. I couldn't leave Chris behind, but we'd have to talk about this. About the future. About what other obstacles will be in our way. I don't think I could handle anything else. I didn't have the strength.