Free Surge : A Stepbrother Romance by Jenni Smiles Page B

I almost push a police officer
over, rushing into the station. At this point, I couldn’t care less. I want to
be sure that Delia is not going to get away with this. She is a menace and
always has been. I see it now more clearly than I have ever seen anything
before.
    As I enter the building,
there is a long desk was in front of me with two officers behind it.
            “How can I help you?” one of them asks.
            “My girlfriend just set my house on fire. I am
here to see her go down!”
            “How do you know she set your house on fire?”
            “The police arrested her, that’s how .”
            “Okay, sir, I know this is a pretty emotional
time. Do me a favor: go sit over there and we will get the report from the
officer on duty, then take your statement.”
            I turn and storm away as the front doors of
the police station burst open. The police are trying to control someone in
handcuffs. He is thrashing and kicking around, trying to get free. I watch as
the melee ensues and they wrestle the man to the ground. It takes five officers,
one at each limb and one on his back, to contain him. Once they establish
control, they place cuffs on his legs and arms and carry him into the station.
            I sit, waiting impatiently on the
uncomfortable, long bench. My leg shakes uncontrollably, which just makes me
more antsy. Watching the police take down that guy distracted me a little and
reminded me of the power the police had. The doors of the police station open
again.
    As I look over my
shoulder, I am shocked. It’s Sam.

 
    Chapter
13 Samantha – Vindication
            “You little whore, you haven’t changed one
bit. Now you are going to get it.”
            John starts to take off his belt as I cower on
the floor, awaiting my fate. A loud bang rings through my ears and then mayhem.
I’m very confused by all the commotion, but realize that it’s the cavalry
coming to save me. There are a band of police officers standing, shouting, guns
drawn.
            “Freeze! Put down the belt!”
            With John’s hands already over his head, he
has no choice but to let the belt drop to the floor. His pants fall down to his
ankles, revealing his tighty whities. A smile forms on my face as this somehow
seems like just desserts for him. As soon as his pants fall down, the officers
jump in, tackling John to the ground. I am shocked by the violence of the act,
but secretly glad to see it. Now he will know what it is like to be on the
other end of a beating .
    An officer looks over to
me. “Ma’am, are you okay?”
            I am okay. Better than okay. Finally,
something has gone right. Finally, John has been caught red-handed with no
chance of ducking out. “I guess so,” I reply. “Thank you.”
            “Just glad we got here in time. That text
message really did the trick.” John looks over to me, as if to say, what the
hell is he talking about? “We will need you to come with us to the station, to
make a report. You may also want to apply for a restraining order against him.”
            “I understand.”
            “We can drive you, if you like, and have
someone bring you home later on.”
            “That would be appreciated.”
            I am so shaken up, the last thing that I want
to do is drive around and find the police station. The officer brings over a
blanket and puts it over my shoulders. There is something very comforting about
it, perhaps the warmth. He leads me to the car and helps me inside.
            Out of the corner of my eye, I see John being
led into the car and driven away. I hate him. I hate him with the whole of my
being. Yet somehow, I felt guilty for getting him in trouble.
            As I sit in the police car, tired from the
long day, my eyes begin to close. Drifting off to sleep, my thoughts float to
Mick’s comforting arms. I think