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| VIOLET’S SONG by Wren <<< Part 1 PART 2 “Violet. Violet, what’s wrong?” He takes the note from the floor. “What guy, Violet? You don’t think...oh my god.” You curl up in a ball, suddenly you’re extremely frightened. James stops the tape and comes back to hold you. “Violet, you’re okay. You’re safe. Nobody’s going to get you here.” You gesture that you need your pen and he gets it to you with the unfinished note. You turn it over and write: “By the time they found me I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t tell them anything. I couldn’t see the man’s face. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before. He’s still out there James, and he might be looking for me too.” Your handwriting is messy because your hands were shaking. You hand James the note and look at him with a fierce fright in your eyes. He reads the note and looks at you with deep sorrow in those eyes. His eyes just have that amazing ability, where the emotion is so intense that you feel it. And his deep sorrow blanketed her fright and almost calmed her down. “Do you remember anything about him? Could you tell what he looks like?” You nod. “We have to go to the police about this, you know this right?” You nod your head, timidly. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, Violet. Anybody who tries to hurt you will have to get past me...and I can safely say no man has ever got past me.” This softened her tremors further. “Violet...do you have any identification on you?” You fumble through your bag and find a birth certificate and a passport. “Oh, thank god.” You hand it over to James. “We have to go to the police station now.” You nod your head and write another note: “Are you sure he won’t find me?” James squeezes your hand tight in assurance. “I promise.” You head to the police station and the officer greets the two of you surprised. “Can I help you?” “Officer, my name is James Bradfield. Is the case of the murder of Olivia Garcia-Nightingale still open?” “And why does this concern you?” You step forward. “Officer, this is her daughter. She can’t speak, but will tell you everything. She saw her mother die, and she has an idea of the man who did it. Please...listen to her.” He was hasty with words, he didn’t care much for technicalities. You hold up your paper and pen. “Mr. Bradfield...do you mind if I talk to her alone?” “Not at all. Whatever it takes.” The policeman takes you to a room where James can see the window. The policeman doesn’t bother shutting the curtains. The questioning takes almost twenty minutes. James could see you showing the officer your passport and birth certificate, and writing your heart out. Another person enters the room with a sketchpad and a charcoal pencil as you write out your description. The policeman stands up, then the sketch artist, then you. James sees the policeman put his hand on your shoulder, apparently applauding your bravery as you all leave the room. “Mr. Bradfield, is Miss Nightingale staying with you?” “Yes she is, officer. I live in a very safe neighborhood.” “I’m not worried so much about her being with you. From what she’s told me, you’ve basically rescued her from the streets.” “Yeah, kinda, y’know.” “You saved her life that night, Mr. Bradfield. You know deep in your soul you did.” Violet runs up to James and hugs him. “We’ll need to update her file if it’s to be a permanent stay for her.” “Yes, Officer, I can say it’s permanent.” “She’s already a citizen, her mum made that be before her demise.” “Would you like a police escort back to your place?” “That wouldn’t be a bad idea.” James looks at you and you nod. The police take the two of you back to James’ place and walk you in. You look around before going in. James puts his arm around you. “You’re going to be alright now, Violet.” When you get in, you're sure to lock the door behind you and you look deeply into James’ eyes as you rush into his arms and kiss him ever so passionately as he strokes your hair madly. He picks you up and carries you to his bedroom. He pauses. “Have you ever done this before?” You shake your head timidly. “Hmm...” James has to think a moment. “If I’m being too rough, pull on my ear, okay?” You nod as you slip off your dress and he takes off his shirt. He carries you to bed and lays you gently down, kissing your shoulders, then down to your breasts as he slowly slips your bra off. You can feel your nipples getting more and more sensitive as he gently roams his hands all over you...gently sucking one nipple while teasing the other...you sigh heavily, tilting your head back as he gives you gentle butterfly kisses down to your panties. He slowly slips them off as you work with his trousers. As he looks you dead serious in the eyes, you look at him with the same seriousness, with wanting... He slowly slides into you, taking extreme caution as you hold each others hands. You tilt your head back in ecstasy as he gently kisses up and down your neck. You move your hands up and down his back, stopping at his waist eventually, gesturing him to go harder. “You sure, love?” You nod. He goes even harder. You make a slight squeaking noise and exhale sharply as James moans louder and louder, madly but gently biting your neck. You massage his scalp over and over as he’s pounding you harder and harder, almost growling...you’re both about to reach the point of orgasm as you reach up and almost by force your tongue reaches inside his mouth and you deeply and hungrily kiss each other as he shakes all of a sudden and slams deep inside you. You feel a wave of intense orgasm echo throughout your body. Your eyes roll back, your head follows as James, and you let out something similar to a choke, but it was the only sound that came out. Your chest heaves as you rest, James head on your shoulder, squeezing you tight. “I love you, Violet.” You turn to him and stroke his hair back and as he looks at you, you move your lips as to say ‘I love you too, James.’ You both fall asleep in each others arms. Early in the morning, still dark, a crashing in the living room wakes you up. You shake James. “mrmrhrhmhhhr...What is it?” James is half conscious, but notices your look of worry and you point in the general direction of the living room. “Probably the dog.” Mr. Dog jumps on the bed. “Oh shit.” James is suddenly alert hurriedly puts his trousers back on and looks around the room for something long and hard. (ed- Oh, stop it, girls!) When he tries to take the pole off his closet, suddenly the door flies open. It’s a man. It’s him, you think. He has a knife. You’re frozen in place as he creeps towards you. He grabs your neck and forces you down. As the knife is dangerously close to your throat, James pulls the man back, the knife missing your throat by mere millimeters. James wasn’t so lucky as the man swiftly turned around and cut James’ hand. He cried out, but in a split second was livid. He was now holding the pole from his closet and starts beating the man mercilessly with it, until the man was unconscious. ”Violet, call the police...oh, fuck! Put some clothes on and take this!” He hands you the pole as you put on one of his big shirts. James calls the police and not too long after that they arrive. The same policeman from before arrived with backup. Officer Dean, you think to yourself. James runs back to you. “Are you hurt, Violet?” He’s shaking at this point, clutching you. You feel something warm and sticky, then take a look at his hand, then him. “It’s just a scratch, he didn’t really hurt me...oh god I was so worried!” He holds you tight. Officer Dean turns the man on the ground over. “He’ll live.” You take a look at the man’s face. The man’s face looks extremely familiar. Your eyes grow wide, with all sorts of emotions, but mostly...release. “Violet...is this the man you described?” You nod. Officer Dean shakes his head. “Can someone tell me why he’s on the floor unconscious.” James calmed down and released you a bit. He stands up to tell the police the whole story, that you can vouch for it. Officer Dean turns to you: “Miss Nightingale, is all this true?” You nod your head with a look in your eye, as if the shock of it all being over was still waving through you. Suddenly, you open your mouth. ”Self defense.” Officer Dean and James turn to you, shocked. “He did it for me.” James sits back down next to you. “He did it all for me.” James looks at you deeply in the eyes. “Violet, please tell me it isn’t a dream.” “I…don’t think so.” You shake your head violently. “No.” It takes you a minute to realize why they’re all so shocked when it hits you... “James! James! Holy shit, James!” you start shaking. “Oh, christ, Violet!” James holds you tight and you both cry. Officer Dean gives the two of you time to calm down and recollect yourselves. “I can tell you everything you need to know now, Officer.” You say very slowly, still trying to regain your speech. In the course of the next few months, your speech, while not perfect, was improving and James was working with you. He’s been more than elated by this revelation, as well as you have. You’ve been able to tell him everything without awkward pauses and it makes him realize how much he loves you more and more. Then the court date. “But James, what if I suddenly can’t speak when I see his face?” “You will, Violet. He can’t harm you now. He can’t harm you ever again.” James says assuredly as he gives you a gentle kiss and hug and you head off to the courthouse. It was pretty open and shut. The judge sentenced your mother’s killer to life in prison without parole. You and James exhale sharply in relief. You were now free. Eventually, the two of you got married in a small ceremony with only relatives and close friends. Your idea of a honeymoon was to go to an extremely posh hotel somewhere in the Virgin Islands. James took his guitar amongst other things. You carried a few changes of clothes and Mr. Dog with you. “You think I could still sing, James?” “Wanna find out?” He starts playing the beginning chords to Daddy Sang Bass: “Oh man, you learned this song for me?” James laughs as you start to sing the first verse. “I remember when I was a lad Times were hard and things were bad but there's a silver lining behind every cloud...” You keep singing, your voice sounding far more mature than it was 12 years ago, but still rang like bells, and when you get to the chorus.. “James sang bass,” “Violet sang tenor, then Mr. Dog joined right in” you sing as you both laugh. Needless to say, while we’re in cheesy ending mode, they lived happily ever after. THE END. <<< Wren's stories |