Anything He wants

When her friends are threatened, her temper takes over. In no time, she pulled her nine mils from the end table drawer and with two hands, pointed it at Greg’s chest. “You touch her again… I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off. Toss my security key she gave you onto the floor and then get the hell out of my apartment.” His eyes widened like boulders as he stared at her gun. “Move! I’m calling the cops, so your ass better get moving.” Sandi narrowed her eyes as his gaze moved from her gun to her eyes, trying to judge if she was bluffing.

He threw the keycard at Kiera and backed toward the door, his eyes glaring at Kiera.

“Forget about her. She’s not your property. I know your license plate number, so you better go somewhere they can’t find you, fucker. Take the tramp you screwed last night with you.”

“Bitches!” Greg slammed the door behind him and Sandi secured both locks.

“Are you okay?” She knelt in front of Kiera, still holding the side of her face as tears welled in her eyes. She reached up to move Kiera’s hand away and saw the red welt with a small cut. “That son-of-a-bitch! Let me grab an ice pack. He’s touched you for the last time.” Sandi stomped into the kitchen, pulled out a sandwich bag with a good seal, and filled it with crushed ice. On her way back to the living room, she pulled a towel from the rack to protect Kiera’s cheek.

Kiera held the wrapped bag of ice to her face. “Where the hell did you get that gun? I didn’t even know you owned one.”

“I have a permit for it and I can carry it if I need to. I ran into trouble years ago and thought it safer to just have a gun on or near me at all times. Glad it came in handy today. If he’s smart, he won’t show up here again. I might have to kill him!” Sandi went to refill their coffee and brought it back.

Kiera took a good drink. “Maybe after that, we need some Bailey’s in

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She moved her jaw around, obviously to make sure she could still move it. It broke Sandi’s heart to know she hurt. “We can go down and make a police report if you want. That might be a good way to get a restraining order on him if you’re sure you don’t want him around anymore. I don’t want to tell you what to do, but if it were me, I’d do the restraining order on his ass.”

“I probably should, huh? While this is still swollen.”

Sandi hoped she’d want to head down there but let Kiera make the decision. If they saw the mark on her face and had a witness, they could make the order stick.

Kiera finished her coffee and agreed. “Let’s change and get going.”

“You keep that on your face. It’ll still be swollen when we get there.” She hugged Kiera, glad she’d decided to do the right thing.

On the way home from the police station, Sandi watched a familiar car in her rearview mirror that followed close behind. Greg! She decided not to go straight home and drove back toward the police department, hoping one of them would be available. The officers hadn’t even had time to deliver the notice so she knew Greg had no idea he’d be getting served soon.

“What’s the matter? Why are we going back to the police station?” Kiera looked behind them. “Oh gawd. That’s his car. He’s going to hit us.”

Sandi sped up, hoping she could keep him interested, and led him right into the department parking lot. “He’s not as smart as he thinks he is. I’ll lead him right into their hands, the dumbass. Maybe they can serve the order right there.” Sandi pulled in and an officer was heading for his car. She rolled down the window and saw Greg speed off down the street. The officer took down the description of the car and said they’d have an officer go by the apartment complex a few times today and make sure they did surveillance tonight.

Pulling back out onto the street, Sandi kept a lookout for Greg’s car, knowing the asshole would want to continue harassing them. She took the long way home, staying off the major streets, and got them home safely without seeing Greg again. Swiping her security key, Sandi breathed easier knowing they were safe and glad she’d made Greg give her back the keycard he had. Once inside, Sandi bolted both locks, double-checked the drawer to make sure her gun was loaded, just in case, and got them both a drink.

“There has to be something good on television to take our minds off all this shit. You know you did the right thing today, don’t you?” Still angry at Greg, she almost wished he’d given her cause to shoot him.

“I do and glad that I did. The officer said they’d have it delivered today. I’m not turning my phone on either.” She looked at Sandi. “I should consider changing my number.”

Sandi felt bad that Kiera had been hit. Had she reacted sooner, maybe she could have stopped it and the red welt wouldn’t be there. “Changing your number might be a good idea. We could go down there tomorrow and do that.” Flipping through the channels, several old movies would keep them occupied for the rest of the afternoon. She still worried that somehow Greg could get to them; her mind played over several scenarios as she tried to watch the movies. Thanks to the asshole, Kiera would be sticking around and they’d be closer. Their future just might be happier now.

Sandi reached out for Kiera’s hand and she took it, smiling back at her.

“I’m sorry you got hurt in all this.”

Kiera squeezed her hand tight. “But now I have you…”

To be continued….