[omigod i'm addicted in writing this story!! but what about Before It's Too Late?!?! What will be the fate of my very first fic?!?!?!?!?!
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Chapter 3
The mission was a simple one. They had gotten a call from an old lady walking her dog along a trailer park, saying that she had seen a suspicious man she saw on TV on the most wanted list. So they had to check the suspicious man’s trailer out.
Volkova drove in silence, looking straight ahead, and Lena was looking out the window, observing the mashed up blur of colours whizzing by her. She was thinking about some things that Volkova had said to her earlier that day.
How the brunette was bursting with emotions and telling her that love was only a mere fairy tale. She disagreed. There is really love… Wasn’t there?
“Sorry.” Lena broke out of her trance when she heard Volkova speak.
“Sorry? For what...Ma’am?” She asked, truly curious.
“For treating you the way I did today. That was unfair of me… and I was a little off. I get sensitive from time to time. I hope you understand.”
Lena flashed the brunette her signature glowing smile and swayed her head side to side.
“Nah… I would be uncomfortable too if someone was burning a hole through my head with their staring.”
Volkova only nodded in agreement before the deathly science encaptured them again.
Lena looked back outside the window again, drowning herself in her thoughts. What had happened to her superior that made her like that, she wondered. But as sudden as it was, she heard herself speak before she could catch herself.
“Love does exist. Although this place looks so dirty… So off and dreary… Midst of all the worm infested leaves, there’s that untouched shining apple, just waiting to be picked. Love… It existed way before Hallmark, and way before the novel writers. I’m sure of it.” Lena finished, but then heard Volkova smirk loudly.
Two full open smirks in one day. That’s more emotion than she’d bargained for.
“Elena Servgeena Katina. 26yrs of age. The outshining student in the most prestigious military school in the United States. Hired personally by Jack Davis, and officially transferred to the West 648 precinct. This year is the third year she’s serving under Jack. Interesting fact, she was raped twice in the last two years, and she still believes in love!! Katina I thought you almost died at the first rape! And you still believe in love?! It’s a lusty world out here! It’s either you or them, dog eat dog, eat or get eaten! God open your eyes before you get hurt!”
Another burst of emotions made Lena taken back. A moment of silence followed then Lena also snapped, colours draining from her face as she clenched her fist.
“What the fuck do you know?! You always hide behind you stony porcelain mask, running from the truth! You know squat!”
After Lena’s last statement Volkova slammed on the brakes and punched the steering wheel out of anguish and anger. “Fuck Katina! Just… Dammit I’m sorry alright?! I’m just so fucking sorry… Shit like love doesn’t exist for me anymore. It’s a fucking fairy tale for me. It was a dream, but it’s gone now. It’s over for me. Knight in shining armor didn’t come, and I’m still stuck in the tower with the hated dragon breathing down my neck! Love… Doesn’t exist for me. I’m sorry… Alright?”
Lena only turned her face back outside the window and closed her eyes. She could hear Volkova sigh and start up the car again.
This time, they traveled in silence.
*****
They parked their car not so far off from the trailer park. They managed to get inside the park unnoticed and quietly. Volkova stealthily handed Lena a white crumpled piece of paper, with a license plate number written in there. Lena nodded knowingly and they split up to find their trailer car.
*****
Lena grumbled inwardly about how vast the trailer park was. This place was HUGE. She wordlessly turned a corner, then another, then another. She sighed, feeling like she was walking around in circles. Why did they have to do this mission at ten thirty in the night again? Oh ya, they didn’t want the suspect to be alarmed and run away.
That was a stupid protocol. But a right one too. She cursed quietly after turning another corner. These beaten paths between the trailers all looked the same. But as she was about to turn another corner, a burly masculine arm pulled her back by the neck, strangling her by its forearm.
Both of her hands instinctively went up to the anonymous arm and tried to pry them off as they cut the air to her body. Her vision suddenly became strained and blotchy. But just before she passed out a raspy voice resided in her ear drums, saying “Ready for the encore of what we did two years ago…?”
*****
Volkova covered every inch of the west ward part of the park. She took out her walkie talkie and spoke quietly into it.
“Katina… Come in.”
“…”
”Katina… Don’t fuck around, come in.”
“…*Static*”
“Katina?”
“I’m sorry. Officer Katina has gone to sleep, so she can answer you right at this moment. Wanna leave a message or something? Oh ya and by the way, look behind ya.”
Volkova’s expression went from blank to confused, then angry then apprehensive. She whipped around and saw three burly lumberjacks coming right at her. She immediately turned and ran.
‘Where the hell are you, Katina?!’
*****
Lena shot up from her resting spot. She was rudely awakened by a sudden downpour of icy water doing the Niagara Falls on her face. She quickly wiped her face with her hands and hesitantly looked up to see her captor.
Her jaws slackened in shock as she saw the man she knew all too well. Her shock resulted in her only saying a word at a time.
“You…!” As he slowly sauntered near, she backed herself against the wall, trying to get away from him.
“Me.” His eyes were rolling amusedly, gazing at Lena as if she was a meat and he hadn’t eaten for a few days. His hair was greasy and slicked back, his face scruffy and chin fuzzy. His unshaven demeanor only made him uglier. He grinned, bearing his once pearly white teeth, now yellow and stained.
“So you were the prisoner escapee…?”
The man nodded. “Let’s not talk anymore. It is boring me.”
He crouched down across the red head and revealed something he’d been hiding behind his back. It was a blood caked baton.
*****
Volkova had two of them knocked out and she was almost spent. Her timing and her momentum was falling rapidly. Sweat beaded down her temple as she and the last remaining lumberjack ran their calculations on each other.
Volkova thanked the gods the lumberjacks are known for their stupidity and their only knacks for cutting stupid woods. Although they weren’t real lumberjacks… They sure acted like em.
The last remaining lumberjack with a trucker hat on lunged at her. But she smirked and easily jumped to the side and grabbing his arm while at it. Then she gained the timing and the momentum with ease and kicked him on the back.
He fell to the ground with a thump and a sickening crack from his shoulder, telling Volkova that she had successfully popped his shoulder out of place. She back away for a few seconds, seeing the guy roll around the ground holding his limp shoulder for few minutes and pass out. She smirked.
“Stupid idiots…”
She quickly picked up her walkie talkie.
“Headquarters, this is Pinewood Trailer Park. We’re in need of back-up squadron and an ambulance right away… A possible man-down… As soon as possible…”
*****
Lena’s back was searing with pain. She groaned. She wouldn’t be able to sleep on her back for a while… But only if she gets out of this hell hole alive.
The bastard had beaten her with the baton on her back for at least fifteen minutes, but to her it felt like fifty minutes. He had forced her to lie down on her back so her back was screaming.
Her hair was matted with sweat and her cheeks were streaked with tears. She was a little hazy, wanting to close her eyes getting desperate.
Then he came back. With a knife. Then he slithered on top of her, and then commenced to slice open her clothes. When the fun started to die out, he just became rough and savagely ripped open all of her clothes.
Lena closed her eyes as her captor shredded her clothes along with her pride she had rebuilt so carefully for so long. Tears did not cease and her body shook.
Then she felt him thrust into her, as hard as he could and as deep as he could embed his penis in her. She screamed in pain, tried to push him off but she received a bruising punch across her cheekbone. She had no choice but to stay still.
He thrust into her again.
“Please!! … Please… Just let me go…” Lena sobbed, pleading.
Then suddenly she could hear a door slamming open with such force the whole trailer shook. Her rapist whirled around towards the entrance of the trailer and grabbed his blood caked baton.
Then a moment after Lena could hear their heated combat and the faint rings of police and ambulance sirens drawing near.
She felt herself shake uncontrollably and her back screeched once more.
Then she heard a thud of a body dropping to the floor.
The last thing she remembered was piercing blue eyes, lively and not dull, filled with concern.
*****
Volkova sat on the hood of the police car, her shoulders draped with a thick blanket. She held a paper cup in her hand, drinking from it, presumably coffee. She was looking up at the stars now and then, speckling the clear night sky.
Jack spotted her and sat down beside her.
They were in silence for a while before Jack spoke up.
“Aren’t you gonna ask?”
Volkova looked down from the stars to Jack. “Ask what?”
“Ask if your partner is okay.” Jack answered matter of factly.
Volkova sighed, and went back to observing the stars. “Well is she okay?”
“Nope.” Now that was an answer Volkova wasn’t expecting. She peered over at Jack curiously.
“What do you mean, ‘no’?” She asked. Jack sighed. Then he softly took the paper cup from her hands and smiled weakly. His voice was tender.
“Why don’t you see for yourself?” He said. A brow went up on Volkova’s face as she slid off her blanket and nodded.
Volkova found the red head easily, as she was sitting on the bumper of the only ambulance there. The brunette noticed how Lena ignored everyone and everything around her, only staring intently at her feet. She put up another curious glance before walking up to the red head.
She slowly sat next to her.
“Are you doing okay, Katina?”
“…”
“Katina?”
“…”
“…Lena?”
“Ya?”
Volkova smiled at this. But her smiling expression was a little awkward since she hasn’t done it in a while. But she smiled anyways.
Lena’s hair was ruffled and the colour was drained from her face. Her fists were clenched tightly, her knuckles white. Her expression was confused and conflicted, her eyes’ focus no where to be found. Volkova stared at her before speaking up again.
“You wanna talk about it?”
Lena looked up to see the piercing blue eyes, the same eyes she remembered before she passed out. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again before looking back down at her feet. Volkova smiled once more and squeezed Lena’s shoulder.
“He… He did that to me earlier when I was a rookie... You know? Made me dirty… and made me want to die… Why would he…” Volkova watched Lena as she unraveled piece by piece. Then she noticed the girl’s eyes for the first time. Green with a noticeable hint of grey. Those beautiful eyes were filled with pain and anguish.
“I didn’t do anything to him… You know? I tried to live up to his expectations and be the officer he wanted me to be and he just… I really tried but… He called me a fat whore when he was fucking me… I never…” Lena’s shoulders began to shake as she paused to find the words. Her eyes were darting through the beaten sand on the ground.
Yulia hesitated for a long while before stringing her arm around Lena’s shoulders. She pulled her to her arms and locked Lena in her embrace, resting her chin on her head.
That was Lena’s cue as she broke down in her arms. She started to cry and tried to talk at the same time.
“I… I tried to hard to get better and I really did but he came back… He just broke me again… It took such a lot of care and time to rebuild me… Now I don’t have the courage to… *sob* dammit…” She no longer could talk as fit of tears consumed her. She cried and cried and cried more in Yulia’s arms.
Yulia just did everything she could do to comfort her, stroking the girl’s arms and saying, “its okay now…Shh… Everything’s alright… It’s okay baby… I’m sorry I couldn’t find you sooner… I’m so sorry…”
Yulia gently laid Lena’s head on her lap and started to comb her fingers through her locks, trying to calm and soothe the hysteric girl. Yulia was relived to see the red head letting it all out as she stroked her soft curls.
She sighed. This situation brought back memories.
She involuntarily let the roll of film in her mind set itself and play in front of her eyes.
*****
It was a cold day, the snow storm just blowing through the whole town. It was the last days of the year in December, one of the coldest days in the record books. The moaning of the winds could be heard but Yulia wasn’t paying attention.
She was fiercely scribbling something on her fifth lined paper, her writing inspiration just keeping her going while she can.
Her hair was still very much spiky, but it was a tad shorter. She was wearing a thick black rimmed glasses, with her trying to keep in place as she pushed it to the bridge of her nose. Wearing only her PJ’s that consisted of a white tanktop and a grey sweat pants, she viciously eyed the paper in front of her as she wrote.
A doorbell broke her groove. She jumped at the screeching sound and she cursed. “God dammit I gotta get the frikken volume adjusted or something…” She grumbled and huffed as she bounded for the front door. When she opened the door, her negativity dissolved into nothingness as she saw Sofia, wet and shivering standing there, trying to smile.
The brunette lunged for the honey brunette and hugged her cold shivering body, trying to warm it up with her own frail shape. She wordlessly led her inside, placed her in front of the fire place and brought her a warm cup of tea.
“Alexei ask for money again?” Yulia asked, her voice dipped in anger and annoyance. Sofia nodded silently. Alexei was Sofia’s father, a mean drunk who popped in now and then at his daughter’s door step asking for money. When he didn’t get the money, he would turn violent, on his own daughter.
“Did he hurt you?” Yulia asked, a sudden worry smacking her on the face. The honey brunette swayed her head side to side before taking a sip of her tea.
“He… uhh… Took over the fucking house. Alexei chased me to the second floor and I had to lock him out of my room. I barely ran away through the window in my room. He was trying to smash the door down… I… *sigh* I had nowhere to go in this time of the night but here. I hope you understand.” She stated a little timidly.
Yulia smiled warmly at her lover and caressed her cheek with her thumb. She then kissed her tenderly and gently on the honey brunette’s lips, drawing her close.
Yulia reluctantly broke the kiss and grinned roguishly before saying, “I’m kind of happy that Alexei drove you out… Does that make me a bad person…?” Sofia only smiled back before shaking her head and grabbing Yulia’s collar, drawing her close to kiss her once more.
…
Later on that night, they had made love, and Yulia was sound asleep on her bed, clinging on to Sofia. But she was frantically awakened when the honey brunette shook her up. She groggily sat up, rubbing her eyes. But she soon snapped out of it when she saw Sofia’s tear streaked face, and her body trembling.
“Baby… what’s the matter? What’s wrong?” Yulia asked her, truly worried. But Sofia just buried her head on Yulia’s lap and asked her one simple thing, “Could you sing for me?”
“What?” Yulia asked with a funny expression.
“Please… Could you just sing for me, so I could go to sleep?” Sofia sounded so sincere. Yulia sighed. She then started to comb through her honey brown hair and started to sing the first thing that came to her mind.
Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...
You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one...
Yulia looked back down at her lover and saw that she was asleep, with a content expression on her face. She smiled before falling back asleep herself.
*****
Yulia found herself singing the same song she sang to Sofia, to Lena. As she ended her last note, she looked down to see the red head asleep. Yulia smiled. She smiled truly this time, no more awkwardness. Her smile was sincere.
She ran her fingers through her curls a few more times, before giving the red head a soft kiss on her forehead. She then pulled the blanket from the ambulance stretcher and covered Lena with it, then going back to combing the girl’s soft hair.
“Sweet dreams, Lena.”
‘Love is just a fairy tale... Love is just a fairy tale...’
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[the song that yulia sings for Sofia and Lena is "Imagine" by John Lennon.]
[by the way...how was it? and what should i do with Before It's Too Late...?]
