Hiya!
Thankfully this was saved so I could quickly re-upload. I got so scared!
Anyway, quite a few POV changes but I just wanted to show what was going on in both places!
This chapter is dedicated to AbbyAbila <3
Enjoy!
Chapter 20
Tyler's POV
"Inspector Lassiter will be here shortly, I'm going to have to ask you to wait," the receptionist repeated for what felt like the tenth time.
"I'm sure he's not the only fucking one who can help!" I slammed my hands down on the front counter, making her jump. I couldn't help but raise my voice at her, at anyone who was delaying me in getting her back. Alec rested a hand on my shoulder, signalling me to calm down even though he knew it most likely wouldn't work.
"Sorry sir but this is his case and he i-" she began but I cut her off.
"Just stop. You're only pissing me off more." I frustratedly ran a hand through my hair and paced around to try and control myself from exploding. "Where the fuck is he?" I muttered quietly to myself, but obviously not quietly enough since she still heard me and thought she should answer.
"There's been a robbery so-"
"I don't give a damn! A robbery is nowhere near as important as this!" I yelled back. I was surprised she hadn't gotten me thrown out, she probably knew how desperate I was.
Before I could continue my rant I was interrupted by Daniel. He was to join the Police Force himself and therefore was assisting as the final part of his training.
"What's going on here?" he politely asked even though he had just heard the foul language I was directing at that woman. He pulled one arm out of the sleeve of his jacket followed by the other as he waited for an answer.
His eyes focused on me when the receptionist didn't reply.
"I need to talk to Lassiter and fuck knows where he is!" I began to explain.
"He's right here," a tall, slim man replied from behind Dan, referring to himself. The man instantly had an intimidating effect on the people around him, giving out an immediate sense of authority. I narrowed my eyes at him.
So this was the old bastard who had kept me waiting.
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Arissa's POV
I had only been left for an hour or so until he returned. My heart automatically began racing as he closed the door, scared of what he'd have prepared for me this time. He did say it was only the beginning. As the sound of each heavy footstep hit the ground I tried to back further away, only finding a cold brick wall for comfort. I didn't even bother trying to hide my fear; how could I possibly face this dangerous man if I was tied up, unable to defend myself in any way?
There was a dim light cast over the right side of his face as he towered above me. The other side was shadowed, making him look more vicious and making me feel even weaker in his presence.
He crouched down so we were at similar heights and then he trailed his fingers from my thighs down to my ankles several times. I tried to back him off but every single attempt of mine remained unsuccessful. He leaned in closer and placed a large hand on my cheek. I tried to look away but he forced me to look at him, digging his nails into my skin if I even considered closing my eyes. He brought his face next to mine and left a peck on my cheek, working his way along until he roughly buried his face into the crook of my neck. He held me tightly by my hips and I desperately struggled in his tight, painful hold. It was sure to leave bruise marks.
He lowered the material on my mouth slightly and I began to shake my head as I realised where he was planning to kiss next, a place where I most needed Tyler's touch right now. Only Tyler's.
He squeezed my face with one hand to stop me from moving and forcefully attached his chapped lips to mine. Tears began to spill from my bloodshot eyes and I imagined it being Tyler to stop myself from focusing on the taste of this monster's disgusting mouth. He stopped for a breath and was about to continue his abuse when I spat in his face, resulting in him viciously striking my cheek. He gripped my hair and threw me back against the wall, then moved the material back up to gag me.
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Tyler's POV
"This is exactly what I needed. I don't know why you took so long to give it to me but I'm glad you did eventually. Now I can arrest them and they can be punished the way they should have been a long while ago," the Inspector, with twinkling excitement in his eyes, told me as we drove to Jake's home, the home I was so desperate to reach.
I had never handed the evidence to the police before because Alec kept warning me about the further consequences and problems it would cause for me, and he was right. The only difference now was that the proof held so much more importance and I was in no way concerned about what could happen next. I just wanted Arissa safe and sound in my arms.
The video, proof of their illegal drug trade, had finally been handed to the right person. It was placed in the hands of the man who could give those bastards what they deserved.
Alec and I were sat in the back. Daniel was driving and Inspector Lassiter was in the passenger seat, preparing for this inevitable arrest. Another police car was following ours as we figured out the correct directions to his place.
"Can't you drive faster?" I urged.
"There's a speed limit, lad," he replied calmly, looking back at me for just a second before focusing on the road again.
"Then break it," Alec purposely joked since the profession of the two men at the front of this car was to make sure people conformed to the law, not broke it. Daniel rolled his eyes whilst Lassiter didn't break away from the serious look that constantly plastered his face.
I sighed and gazed out of the window, only concerned about Arissa, not the light-hearted joke my best friend had made to try and cheer me up. "Tough crowd," he huffed and rested his head against the seat.
"About ten minutes and we'll be there," Dan informed us and I nervously tapped my foot, trying to control my agitation.
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Arissa's POV
His hand slowly travelled up my top and I began to ferociously rock back and forth. I had to do anything to make him stop torturing me in this way. "Why you gotta be like this?" he rhetorically asked. "This is the fun part."
"Please go," I tried to say but my sobs and the material wrapped around my mouth made it almost impossible to understand. He laughed at me and I whimpered when he applied more pressure to my stomach. I thought he might have some mercy when he slipped his hand out but I was hugely mistaken, even if it was for a mere split second. Instead he ripped the piece of cloth off of my body, exposing me and letting the material, which was now in two pieces, fall to the ground.
I was now sat infront of him with just a black bra covering my modesty and my denim shorts, minutes away from losing my innocence. He reached down to unbutton my shorts and I helplessly jerked my body forward a few times, hoping that somehow my hands would be set free and I would have a better shot at escaping from this beast. He suddenly changed his mind and shook his head, moving his hand towards my back so he could remove my bra and reveal even more of my fragile body. I squeezed my eyes shut and began to cry harder as I thought about what was happening and how much I hated myself for not escaping earlier.
As soon as he unclasped my bra the basement door flung open and the silhouette of two men was the only thing visible to me. One man took a few steps forward and on seeing his uniform, Jake automatically raised his hands in the air. The police officer walked down and forced his hands behind his back.
"You are under arrest on suspicion of illegal drug dealership. You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if you do not mention, when questioned, something you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence." He handcuffed my, and perhaps other peoples', culprit and forcibly took him away, finally removing him from my sight.
The other man came rushing to my aid but as soon as I saw who it was, embarrassment and self-conciousness overpowered all my other emotions. Respecting me, he paid no attention to my almost naked body but removed the cloth from my mouth and untied me.
I fumbled with my bra and quickly clasped it, now forgetting my discomfort infront of him and only remembering what I had just been saved from. I took short, sharp intakes of breath and at this, Daniel, the man who had rescued me, looked slightly alarmed as he encouraged me to take slower breaths since he wanted to prevent me from having a panic attack.
He quickly removed his jacket and threw it over my shoulders, put my arms in the sleeves and zipped it up. "Hey, it's okay," he cooed as he rubbed my back soothingly, still trying to stop my rapid breathing. I broke down and subconciously nuzzled my head into his chest, letting the tears fall and my emotions overflow.
"I hated it," I managed to say in between sobs and he continued to try and comfort me as he led me out. "Thank you so much."
Why didn't Tyler save me? I wanted him. I needed him.
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Tyler's POV
The bastards didn't even let me in. I had to see her for fuck's sake, why did they have to be so damn annoying with their rules?
I impatiently waited with Alec outside, seeing three or four handcuffed men being brought out but not Arissa. Where the hell was she?
Three times I had tried to enter the house but the pricks were stood there, ready to block me from the entrance every single fucking time. "It's Jake," Alec whispered to me when my attention was elsewhere. I looked up and the asshole glared at me, who the hell did he think he was? I was the one who should be pissed, and I damn well was.
There was only one person who was keeping me from smashing his face in for taking my girl, and that person was that girl.
Five minutes later, Arissa arrived. I almost pounced on her to wrap my arms around her and feel her touch when I saw the bigger picture. I saw that she looked broken and hurt, in pain. Her cheeks were wet with tears and the person comforting her wasn't me, it was Daniel. She was cosied upto him, resting her head on his chest whilst he embraced her. That should have been me.
I couldn't help but feel the jealousy cloud my every thought, feel the pain from seeing their close proximity coursing through my veins. I hated it and I wanted to stop it right now but then I realised... she must despise me.
Why was I even here? Seeing me would only make her feel worse.She didn't want me no matter how much I wanted her. She didn't need me, even though I needed her so desperately.
I left instead of causing her even more pain, something which she should never have to experience because of me.
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