XXXI. A MAN'S HOME IS HIS CASTLE
IF HE HAS A MOAT
COPS BREAK IN ON KRIS
Holly The Ho Makes A Few Mistakes
(Part Thirty-One; Part One is HERE.)
Kris froze when he saw the gun.
"Police officer, freeze!" the young cop shouted at Kris.
"Yeah. I jus' did. What're you doin' in my be'room?" Kris said, his speech slurred from the drugs and alcohol.
"Shut up and stay where you are." The nervous rookie cop spoke into his radio mike, "I got 'em! He's in the bedroom."
The radio came back, "Bring 'im out front."
"Get up," the cop ordered Kris.
"Mine if I put my pan's on?"
"Put 'em on. Make a move, I shoot," the cop said, keeping his gun on Kris.
"Wha' the Hell's goin' on?" Kris tried desperately to focus, to wake up.
"Turn around." The cop handcuffed Kris.
The cop frog-marched Kris through his own living room, up to the front door. He tried to open it, but it was locked with a key. "Where's the key for this?" the cop asked Kris.
"In my pocke'," Kris answered. The cop dug Kris's keys out of his pocket and tried them all. None worked.
"Which key is it?"
"Lemme see. Take these off a minute, willya?"
The cop took off the handcuffs, then put them back on in front instead of behind Kris's back. Kris took advantage of the switch to pull his alien I-phone out of his pocket and stick it in his waist-band while the cop was fumbling with the handcuffs. Kris didn't have a lawyer, but maybe he could call his friend Tad the cabbie.
The young cop gave Kris the keys and Kris inserted the right one the correct way, giving it a special little twist to open the sticky lock. He slipped the keys back in his pocket clumsily. At least the cop had put the handcuffs back on loosely enough for him to do that. Rookie, Kris thought.
The cop opened the door and there were two more cops, and Holly, outside on the landing. The older cop questioned Kris, "You reported a stolen car?"
"Yeah. Why'm I in handcuffs? Why was 'at cop in my be'room, poin'in' a gun at me? How'd he get in my apar'men'? You got a warran' or somethin'?" Kris mumbled.
"You one lawyer? You like go jail, ask a judge your questions? Den shut up. Is dat your wife?"
Kris looked at Holly angrily, still feeling the beer, the barbiturates, and the handcuffs. She stared dumbly back at him. "No, tha's a crack-whore from Chin'town that stole my cab. An' you break into my house on her word?"
Holly heard all this and started crying. "Well, well he said I could, and he said we were married, and he had sex with me, and I'm only fourteen, and my Dad's a cop! You bastard, Kris!" She was deeply hurt and lashing out wildly.
"You had sex with this girl? You know she only 14?" The older cop asked Kris.
"No! I never ha' sex with her. She sai' she's 18!" Kris responded.
Holly was still crying. "Look, I just wanna get my stuff and go, now. I just want my things and then I'll go, OK?"
The older cop shook his head. "No way. Gotta check 'em out. You get ID, Miss?"
"No." Holly said, miserably. She knew the drill.
"Wots yah faddah name?"
"He, I, we don't live together. My parents are divorced. Look, I just wanna go. I didn't do anything."
"You get ID, or not, Miss? You get ID, I can let you go. No ID, no go. No? Wots da faddah name?"
The younger cop piped in, "Captain Cooke, she said earlier."
"Call 'em on da radio."
"NO!!!" Holly protested."He abuses me! He raped me, that's why I left home!"
The older cop turned on her. "Oh, so now everybody rape you? And you one crack-whore in Chinatown? An' you making all dis hu-hu here now? You da one in trouble, now. You bettah jus' shaht ahp."
"He's on his way," the younger cop said as he got off the radio.
Kris leaned against the railing of the landing in front of his apartment. Holly stood ten feet away with her back to him, crying. Kris was feeling really woozy, and having a hard time understanding what was going on. The combination of booze and barbiturates made him feel belligerent, which he was having a hard time controlling. He wanted some smash someone, something, anything. There were cops going in and out of his apartment freely, like they had a right to be there. Holly had brought them into his house, for no reason, as far as he knew. Now her father was coming, and things were going to get worse.
Kris wished he had never reported his cab stolen, but Holly hadn't given him much choice. She had just disappeared for almost twelve hours, without calling or leaving a note. He remembered the aliens' I-phone then, and took it out of his waistband, fumbling awkwardly with the handcuffs on. He said "Messages" into the phone, and got his voice mail. Holly had left him a message at the same time he was leaving her one, an hour or so ago. She had gone to get his cab fixed. She was on her way back home. Home. Their home. They were newlyweds, if a marriage by a lion in the zoo counted. If that had ever really happened.
Kris slipped the phone back into his waistband, wondering if there was anything else it could do. Maybe transport them out of here? What command would that be?
"Holly? You fixed my cab?" he asked her.
"Yeah! I told you! I left you a message! On your phone!" she cried.
"OK, OK, I jus' got it. Lef' you one too."
Holly took out her alien I-phone and checked her messages. There was one from Kris asking where she was and warning her about the cops, asking her to bring the car back. "Sh*t! I didn't know. I should have called you earlier," Holly said.
"Yeah. Well. Look, ociffer, this's my wife, OK? We just had a misun'erstan'in' OK? Sorry we was'e' your time, OK? Ever'thin's OK. No car stolen, no break-in, OK? How 'bout we all jus' go home and forge' 'bou' it?" Kris mumbled.
"No. Da wahine say you rape huh. She say she only fahteen. You undah arres,'" the older cop said.
"But he didn't rape me, and I'm not fourteen! I made a mistake, OK? I'm not gonna press any charges on him, he's my husband, OK? Just a misunderstanding, like he said, OK? Just let him go, OK? Nobody raped anybody!" Holly protested.
"Who rape somebody?" said a big gorilla coming up the stairs. It was a police captain. Holly's father.
"Dis guy, Cap'n. She say she fahteen, an' he rape huh," the older cop said.
"Who, dis fahkkah?" the captain said, grabbing Kris by his hair and banging his head against the wall.
"NO DADDY!!! He didn't do anything to me!! He's trying to help me! We just got married! Leave him alone, please!" Holly pleaded.
"Dat right, scumbag? You marry my dahtah?" the captain asked Kris.
"Yeah. Yeah we got marrie' yes'erday," Kris slurred, half blacked out and seeing stars from the bang on his head.
"Oh, so now you celebrating? You on drugs, too? You give 'em to her?" He banged Kris's head again, and dropped him on the landing, semi-conscious.
"Leave him alone, please, Daddy, I'll do anything you say!" Holly begged.
"Of cahs you will. Of cahs you will. If you don' maybe I kick dis fahkkah's head in. Maybe he fall down da stairs, bus' his head. Maybe I lock 'im ahp wit' some local boys, bus' him ahp fah good, yeah? You li'e dat?" the captain threatened.
"No! Please, I'll go with you now, I'll do anything you say! Just leave him alone, please! He didn't do anything wrong!" Holly cried. People were coming out of their apartments to see what all the noise was about. Windows were opening in the building next door. Someone snapped a picture from over there, the flash illuminating the scene.
"OK. You come wit' me. I let yah scumbag go. Fah now. Officer, take da cuffs off. No report on dis. Da girl is 22, not 14. Fahget 'em. Dats one order, yeah?"
"Yessir," the older cops said, as the young cop took his cuffs off Kris, who was laying there groaning.
"Come on," the captain ordered, taking Holly by the elbow and dragging her along.
"Kris! I'm sorry! I'll be back!" Holly promised.
"No, you won't," the captain said, slapping her head hard. He marched her downstairs and threw her into the front passenger seat of his SUV. He grabbed her head and forced a kiss on her, shoving his tongue into her mouth and slobbering all over her. She tried to pull away, but he grabbed her breast and twisted it hard. Holly yelped, and her father slapped her face and shut the door.
"Put yah fahkkin seat bel' on, honey," he laughed. He went around to the driver's side and got in, starting up the car. The young cop was standing there staring at him with his mouth open.
"Wot you lookin' at, *ssh*le? She's not my real dahtah! Anyway, she like it! You want some?" the captain asked.
"Ah, no sir," the young cop said.
"Wot, my dahtah not good enough fah you, you fahkkin rookie?" he laughed uproariously, and drove away. The other cops all pulled out after him.
Kris lifted himself up groggily, shouting after them, "No! He's gonna rape her! Stop." But they were already gone. Kris stumbled down the stairs to his cab. It was all fixed, as Holly had said. He checked the trunk. His strongboxes were still in there. His secret was safe. No one would ever know about his sister, whose bones were in one of the boxes. But Holly was gone.
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