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Fiction Entry #8: Double Standards

She looked up, hearing the front door being opened then closed. Shifting on the floor, she flexed her hands as best as she could which throbbed with slight pain. His footsteps were almost silent as he entered the kitchen, his eyes wary as if he expected her not to be there. Looking up at him expectantly, she clanked the link of the handcuffs on the handle of the stove oven and blinked at him.

“Will you let me go now?”

He set the grocery bags that were hugged to his chest on the island table and came over to her, fishing the key from his pocket. Unlocking the handcuffs, he watched her warily as he slowly released her, waiting for her to fight him as she had that morning as he’d restrained her. But instead, she sat there for awhile to massage her wrists and work out the kinks in her shoulders.

“Where the hell were you?”

He arched a brow at her tone; it missed the level of hostility it possessed earlier, replaced by only annoyance. “Grocery store. Didn’t know the lines would be that long. Storm’s coming, heard it on the radio this morning.”

She seemed to be pondering it as she moved to the kitchen window and pulled back the curtain a fraction to study the weather. But the sky was absent any traces of a forthcoming storm and instead seemed to promise a clear, warm atmosphere for the rest of the day. But the weather was tricky, easily one of the most deceptive forms of nature. Maybe by nightfall there would be some rain.

“Are you hungry?”

She threw him a harsh glare and he lifted his hands, palms out, in surrender. “You don’t usually eat in the morning.”

“And I’m not usually handcuffed to a stove in the morning either.”

“That was for your protection,” he said testily. That morning, she’d gotten to as far as the kitchen before he’d caught her and handcuffed her.

“Handcuffing me to the stove is for my protection? I didn’t get that memo.”

“You were fighting me.”

“As anybody would.”

“Why did you want to leave though?”

This time, her reply wasn’t hotly fired; she turned away and moved to the coffee maker. She wasn’t going to tell him the details of why she’d tried to sneak out earlier. He’d caught her and that was the end of that. There was no fib plausible enough to make him believe her but at the same time, she didn’t want to be pressed for an answer.

“I needed fresh air.”

“Don’t insult me.”

Her shoulders sagged visibly but she said nothing and made herself busy, helping him unpack the groceries. She was aware that he’d stopped to watch her. His gaze was intense, tapering the atmosphere with a tension that pressed against her, making her uneasy. She closed the overhead cabinet and gasped when, as she turned, her body bumped into his.

She didn’t look up at him, even though the need was there to. “Were you going to look for Kevin?”

His tone was soft, maybe to aid the fact that this was a touchy subject for her. She didn’t say anything, nor move.

“You can’t do it alone Xana. I told you I’d help you.”

“You’re doing the opposite of your job.”

“Well that’s my problem to deal with my contradictions. So that’s why I need you to stay inside, and not pull any stupid Nancy Drew stunts since you can blow both our covers.”

“I wasn’t going to go far.”

“No one in this neighborhood knows about your son Xana. What do you mean you weren’t going to go far?” His tone raised a few decibels.

“I told you I was going to go for a walk!” She said defensively and pushed at his chest.

He grabbed her wrists and shook her once, “Don’t lie to me. That’s not what you were going to do.” He released her quickly.

“I’m helping you but that doesn’t mean I don’t think you murdered that man. And for all I know you were going to try and make an escape.” His unwavering gaze and the seriousness of his tone made her head snap back a degree.

“You don’t believe me?” The disappointment quickly left her eyes. Her hands clenched into tight fists at her side.

“There are too many loopholes in your story Xana. The evidence goes against your story of self defense. And you haven’t been truthful about everything with me. I have reason to disbelieve you.”

“He was going to kill me; I had the right to defend myself.” Her eyes were imploring as was her voice, but there was no trace of desperation, if anything her stance of conviction made him want to believe her. But he was a cop, it was his job to be objective – especially in light of the evidence – until there were no loop holes and her story was solid. Only then could he believe her.

But it was also his job not to help her in secret and keep her inside his house. And his job to remember that he was to treat her as the circumstances dictated, not as his personal love interest. That was more than just violations of his office. All of that gave her reason to take umbrage because his actions didn’t connote that he distrusted her. But he didn’t have the time to start feeling guilty about the carnality he’d allowed to weave itself into their relationship. He’d take responsibility for it later.

“Let’s eat.” He said, sounding more flippant than he’d intended. She continued to watch him as he moved about the kitchen and began cooking. She wanted him to believe her. She understood that there were loopholes but couldn’t he just trust her on this one? Her son was missing. That night, Paul had been in her son’s room and she’d panicked. The knife…he’d had a knife and attacked her but she’d overpowered him and stabbed him. Just kept stabbing. Only her fingerprints were found on the handle. Nothing from him, the knife had been taken from her kitchen. She’d been intoxicated that night. Everything still wasn’t clear, remembering what she could made her shiver and she knew Luke knew she was hiding something from him. But for both their sake – more so hers – she couldn’t tell him yet.

It was her story against a dead man’s, who was still innocent in the eyes of those investigating the case. He’d also been her closest friend. It’d been two days after that her son went missing. She didn’t know why she had been targeted. She didn’t understand why he’d attacked her.

It was now three days since Kevin had been taken. Her baby…

She choked on a sob, not wanting to display any vulnerability – even though she’d already done enough of that.

Luke paused instantly from flipping the eggs and glanced over his shoulder at her. Her hands covered her face and even though her shoulders didn’t give the telltale motions of crying, he knew that she was.


The eggs were done and he took them out, leaving the bacons to fry and went to her. She pulled away instinctively from his touch but then sank into his embrace when his arms came around her. She kept her sobs quiet, hating herself for this weakness but forgiving herself, since her tears were for her baby. She didn’t know what was happening to him. What they were doing to him. This time she clutched Luke as if to ward off the disgusting images that came to haunt her.

“I’ll help you find him Xana.”

“How? It’s been three days Luke.”

“We still have time.”

She raised her head to look up at him. Her eyes were wet and rounder now. Dark brown orbs that he found himself becoming partial to. He wiped her tears and as he lowered his hand from her face, his thumb lightly stroked her parted lips. It was still a hard inner battle to focus on the requirements of his job, rather than that of his needs. He couldn’t ignore her sexual magnetism and neither could she, his.

“We still have time,” he murmured, lowering his lips to hers.

Luke pulled her up into him as her shirt seemed to dissolve between them. All he could focus on was her and his promise to her. He would find her son and kill every son of a bitch responsible for her heart ache. He still didn’t know if he believed her story about Paul.

But that was for later. He’d think about all the consequences later and the burning bacon.

Right now, he just wanted her.



A/N: It’s been awhile since I did a fiction entry. I’m still trying to get rid of that part of my writer’s block. I’m extremely tired but I thought I’d just do this since the idea is fresh in my mind. I didn’t want to wait until after sleep since the ideas seem to become stale by then. Hope you liked it ^-^/ Have a goodnight or morning, wherever you are.


3 comments on “Fiction Entry #8: Double Standards

  1. veebie29
    April 14, 2013

    O_O I like it! (looking at picture *shocked*) haha XD

  2. charlmeister
    April 14, 2013

    Hahaha, I’m happy you do ^-^ that picture was the most “censored” I could find xD

    • veebie29
      April 15, 2013

      Haha, I see… 😮 I’m starting to think about something else when I look at the picture… (Just kidding (^_^;;) Haha)

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