Games of the Heart
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I knew this when she gamely powered through her embarrassment, decided to pretend the whole incident didn’t happen and announced, “Fin, I’ll go grab my books after I help out No.”
Fin grinned at her and muttered, “Whatever, babe.”
She grinned back.
Then she turned on her foot, her thick, shining hair flying and walk-skipped down the hall.
All was well in teenage world.
I looked to Fin to see him gazing down the hall, his lips twitching. Then his eyes went back to the coffee table.
God, I loved my nephew.
Mike’s arm gave me another squeeze.
Layla groaned and settled on her belly on the floor.
I tucked my feet under me, leaned deeper into my man, took a pull off my fresh one and zoned out with my eyes on the TV while I waited for hamburgers.
*
I jerked awake with a start as I felt Mike’s body leave the curve of mine. With more opportunities, we were experimenting with new sleeping positions and we’d been spooning. Personally, I didn’t care how we slept just as long as we cuddled while doing it. Since every position we’d come up with involved cuddling, it was obvious Mike felt the same.
I often sensed Mike wake in the night and it woke me because his body was always pressed to mine or mine to his in one way or another. And, in addition to the first time he did it, Mike had left me in the night once to do a walkthrough of the house. This had been Sunday night, the first night I slept under his roof when his kids were doing the same. Understandable seeing as he loved us all and our change in circumstances would put him on edge.
But now I sensed something was wrong.
I would know I was right when Mike rolled back into me, grabbed my hand and pressed my fingers around what felt like his phone.
“Call nine-one-one, now,” he whispered in my ear, his quiet voice urgent and I felt my body go tight but Mike was out of bed like a shot.
I rolled, looking at his shadow in the dark and feeling the bed move as Layla shifted up and jumped off.
Then I heard the sounds a gun made on TV or in the movies when someone was fiddling with it.
Oh God.
“Mike?” I whispered.
“Nine-one-one,” he returned quietly. “Now, Dusty.”
I randomly hit a button on his phone and the keypad fortunately lit up. Then with a trembling hand, my thumb moved over it, doing as Mike asked.
“You stay in here, girl.” I heard Mike whisper and my eyes went to the doors to see the shadow of one open and close and I knew Mike left Layla behind.
I put the phone to my ear and heard, “…one, what’s your emergency?”
“This is Dusty Holliday. I’m at three-three-two-one-seven Crescent at The Creekview. My boyfriend told me to call you. He’s Lieutenant Mike Haines of the Brownsburg Police Department. He just left the room with his weapon. He didn’t explain why but I think you should send someone.”
“Repeat your name and address please,” she requested.
“Dusty Holliday. I’m at the home of Lieutenant Mike Haines, three-three-two-one-seven Crescent.”
“Please stay on the line with me, Dusty. I’m sending a unit. Do you hear anything?”
I sat in bed trembling and the only thing I heard was Layla’s dog tags jingling. I could see her shadow pacing to Mike’s side of the bed and back to the door then again and again. She wanted out. She was worried. She wanted me to get off my ass and open the door so she could have her Dad’s back.
Shit!
“No,” I answered the operator. “But I’m not the only one in the house. Mike’s two kids are here.”
“Right. Stay on the line, Dusty. The call has gone to dispatch. They’ll send a unit.”
“Okay.”
“Where are you?”
“In the bedroom.”
“Stay there, okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered, staring at the door, wanting to go to the kids, listening hard, breathing harder.
I must have done this a long time because the operator called, “You with me, Dusty?”
“Yes.”
“I have confirmation a unit is en route.”
“How long?” I asked.
“They’ll be…”
I heard the front door open and movement downstairs. It was faraway, indistinct but there was a thud then murmuring.
Instinctively, I threw back the covers and slid out of bed, my heart hammering, whispering, “Someone’s in the house.”
“Stay where you are, Dusty, a unit is en route.”
“I have two kids in this house!” I snapped, rushing toward the doors, Layla at my heels.
“Dusty, stay where you are.”
“They’re sleeping.”
“Dusty –”
“They don’t know anything’s going on,” I hissed, hearing murmurings coming up from downstairs, the living room, right under Mike’s room. Deep voices, male, low. I pressed my lips together.
“Dusty, stay right where you are. The unit will be there in two minutes.”
Oh God. Oh God. It took less than two minutes to walk up the f**king stairs and get to one of the kids!
Holding the phone to my ear, using my leg to keep Layla back, I opened the door and slid out, closing it quickly behind me and closing Layla in. I hustled down the hall, my mind searching what I knew of the upstairs. Except for some pens and pencils in Mike’s office which I might be able to jab in someone’s neck or something, I had no weapon.
Shit. Fuck. Shit!
I ran down the hall and did the only thing I could do. Positioned myself on the other side of the stairs so if they came up they’d have to get through me to get to the doors of the kids’ rooms.
“Dusty, where are you? Are you there?”
“I’m in the hall,” I whispered but clearly the noises I made were heard.
“Dusty!”
I jumped mostly because this was Mike shouting.
“That’s Mike,” I told the operator.
“Does he sound okay?” she asked me.
“Dusty, get down here!”
Yeah, he sounded okay. Pissed but obviously breathing so I took that to be okay.
“Yeah,” I answered then ran down the stairs.
She said more but I wasn’t paying attention. I was rounding the stairs and running down the hall.
The living room was lit with overhead lights and I skidded to a halt when I hit it to see three teenage boys sitting on the couch glaring up at Mike. Mike was wearing his pajama bottoms and a tee standing over them holding the gun loosely in his hand, pointed to the floor. And I noticed instantly the three boys were the three who jumped Fin weeks ago.
Fin grinned at her and muttered, “Whatever, babe.”
She grinned back.
Then she turned on her foot, her thick, shining hair flying and walk-skipped down the hall.
All was well in teenage world.
I looked to Fin to see him gazing down the hall, his lips twitching. Then his eyes went back to the coffee table.
God, I loved my nephew.
Mike’s arm gave me another squeeze.
Layla groaned and settled on her belly on the floor.
I tucked my feet under me, leaned deeper into my man, took a pull off my fresh one and zoned out with my eyes on the TV while I waited for hamburgers.
*
I jerked awake with a start as I felt Mike’s body leave the curve of mine. With more opportunities, we were experimenting with new sleeping positions and we’d been spooning. Personally, I didn’t care how we slept just as long as we cuddled while doing it. Since every position we’d come up with involved cuddling, it was obvious Mike felt the same.
I often sensed Mike wake in the night and it woke me because his body was always pressed to mine or mine to his in one way or another. And, in addition to the first time he did it, Mike had left me in the night once to do a walkthrough of the house. This had been Sunday night, the first night I slept under his roof when his kids were doing the same. Understandable seeing as he loved us all and our change in circumstances would put him on edge.
But now I sensed something was wrong.
I would know I was right when Mike rolled back into me, grabbed my hand and pressed my fingers around what felt like his phone.
“Call nine-one-one, now,” he whispered in my ear, his quiet voice urgent and I felt my body go tight but Mike was out of bed like a shot.
I rolled, looking at his shadow in the dark and feeling the bed move as Layla shifted up and jumped off.
Then I heard the sounds a gun made on TV or in the movies when someone was fiddling with it.
Oh God.
“Mike?” I whispered.
“Nine-one-one,” he returned quietly. “Now, Dusty.”
I randomly hit a button on his phone and the keypad fortunately lit up. Then with a trembling hand, my thumb moved over it, doing as Mike asked.
“You stay in here, girl.” I heard Mike whisper and my eyes went to the doors to see the shadow of one open and close and I knew Mike left Layla behind.
I put the phone to my ear and heard, “…one, what’s your emergency?”
“This is Dusty Holliday. I’m at three-three-two-one-seven Crescent at The Creekview. My boyfriend told me to call you. He’s Lieutenant Mike Haines of the Brownsburg Police Department. He just left the room with his weapon. He didn’t explain why but I think you should send someone.”
“Repeat your name and address please,” she requested.
“Dusty Holliday. I’m at the home of Lieutenant Mike Haines, three-three-two-one-seven Crescent.”
“Please stay on the line with me, Dusty. I’m sending a unit. Do you hear anything?”
I sat in bed trembling and the only thing I heard was Layla’s dog tags jingling. I could see her shadow pacing to Mike’s side of the bed and back to the door then again and again. She wanted out. She was worried. She wanted me to get off my ass and open the door so she could have her Dad’s back.
Shit!
“No,” I answered the operator. “But I’m not the only one in the house. Mike’s two kids are here.”
“Right. Stay on the line, Dusty. The call has gone to dispatch. They’ll send a unit.”
“Okay.”
“Where are you?”
“In the bedroom.”
“Stay there, okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered, staring at the door, wanting to go to the kids, listening hard, breathing harder.
I must have done this a long time because the operator called, “You with me, Dusty?”
“Yes.”
“I have confirmation a unit is en route.”
“How long?” I asked.
“They’ll be…”
I heard the front door open and movement downstairs. It was faraway, indistinct but there was a thud then murmuring.
Instinctively, I threw back the covers and slid out of bed, my heart hammering, whispering, “Someone’s in the house.”
“Stay where you are, Dusty, a unit is en route.”
“I have two kids in this house!” I snapped, rushing toward the doors, Layla at my heels.
“Dusty, stay where you are.”
“They’re sleeping.”
“Dusty –”
“They don’t know anything’s going on,” I hissed, hearing murmurings coming up from downstairs, the living room, right under Mike’s room. Deep voices, male, low. I pressed my lips together.
“Dusty, stay right where you are. The unit will be there in two minutes.”
Oh God. Oh God. It took less than two minutes to walk up the f**king stairs and get to one of the kids!
Holding the phone to my ear, using my leg to keep Layla back, I opened the door and slid out, closing it quickly behind me and closing Layla in. I hustled down the hall, my mind searching what I knew of the upstairs. Except for some pens and pencils in Mike’s office which I might be able to jab in someone’s neck or something, I had no weapon.
Shit. Fuck. Shit!
I ran down the hall and did the only thing I could do. Positioned myself on the other side of the stairs so if they came up they’d have to get through me to get to the doors of the kids’ rooms.
“Dusty, where are you? Are you there?”
“I’m in the hall,” I whispered but clearly the noises I made were heard.
“Dusty!”
I jumped mostly because this was Mike shouting.
“That’s Mike,” I told the operator.
“Does he sound okay?” she asked me.
“Dusty, get down here!”
Yeah, he sounded okay. Pissed but obviously breathing so I took that to be okay.
“Yeah,” I answered then ran down the stairs.
She said more but I wasn’t paying attention. I was rounding the stairs and running down the hall.
The living room was lit with overhead lights and I skidded to a halt when I hit it to see three teenage boys sitting on the couch glaring up at Mike. Mike was wearing his pajama bottoms and a tee standing over them holding the gun loosely in his hand, pointed to the floor. And I noticed instantly the three boys were the three who jumped Fin weeks ago.
