Damaged

5

AN/ ok, so I know it's been a while, and I am sorry. I am not sure if anyone is even still reading this, but I hope u like the update.

The sheriff arrived at the station, her entire back seat occupied by different department store bags. She let out a long breath as she closed the door to her squad car and entered the familiar building of the police department. She was immediately greeted by her deputy, ushering her into his office.

Telling by the excited look etched onto his face. She was about to get bad news.

"So I ran the plate you sent me, and you're not going to believe this! The car is registered to a Jessica Randolph, and apparently little lost girl is an international singer." Her deputy grinned, feeling proud of himself for getting such a big lead so early in the investigation.

They have been friends since grade school, as thick as thieves from the moment they met in the play yard and have been inseparable since. It was much to the sheriff's surprise when her best friend had applied to join the force wanting to follow in her footsteps.  She begged her predecessor, who was a friend of her mothers to allow him on the force. Even with his underwhelming numbers in the academy, she knew with enough guidance from her that he would make a great cop and that he is.

This news was game-changing for them, because if it were true, which apparantly it was, the woman could cause a lot of distress in the community. If whomever was looking for her found out she was here, it would not end good. The town prided itself on being away from the hustle and bustle of the big city. She had grown up here her whole life, and she felt a sense of protectiveness for it.

The media forcing its way into town interviewing towns people. It would cause more harm to keep her, then it would to let her go and take the loss.

Was she actually willing to go against every law that she gave her life and swore an oath to upheld to hide someone that was missing in the state of California? Was possibly losing her job worth all of this?

She had to take a seat, "And you sure this is her?" She couldn't believe it, even as she scanned the files with her own eyes. The pictures and videos she seen did not resemble the woman that stumbled into town broken and battered. It didn't resemble the woman that was just standing in her living room, sobbing about how she couldn't go back to the life she once lived .

She had everything from the looks of the sheriff's quick google search. The money, fame, the Grammys,  being recognized for her work. Why would she run away from all of that? But then the sheriff had to stop and think about how much pressure she probably had bestowed on her. How everything probably wasn't what it seemed. She wondered how it got to this point, for her to finally give up fighting the best of both worlds and run. She must have known that being in the high social status she was, running away wasn't enough. The best private investigators can be hired with her kind of money, and finding her in the home of a small town sheriff  wouldn't be the best for her career. She had a huge decision to make and fast.

She continued to watch the YouTube video her deputy played. The woman on screen strutted across the stage with sheer confidence it amazed her. She oozed happiness as if that stage was her home. She needed to know what caused her to lose sight of everything that made her who she was. Why she would want to leave the city and the fans that clearly adored her. She had to have some kind of family that had to be worried and looking for her right about now.

She had to have family that cared for her.  As she ran the background check, feeling like she was opening a can of worms, she really shouldn't be, but the curiosity got the best of her . The sheriff found everything she needed and more, the thing about background checks are, the government sees everything you run so there would be an alert that someone ran it. Which means that this location, if she truly wanted to stay hidden, wasn't safe anymore.

"Shit!" She hissed, taking her hat and throwing it down on the desk hands on her hip. "I can't just let her stay here knowing everything I do now. This could cost me my job."

"There has to be more to the story." Her childhood friend reassured her.

Looking over her  criminal background check, there was not one police report within the last ten years reported for assault or any kind of domestic abuse. Which complicated things because it didn't explain the severity of her injuries.

"I'm going to head out and talk to her, if anything  comes up, give me a call." Now, with the weight of the world on her shoulders, she got in her squad car and took a quick detour to the bar she needed to think.

She pulled up to the only bar in town called the Rabbit Hole. It was a regular bar during the day.  Fifty inch television screens were playing sports center and the latest NBA game. But at night, it turned into something entirely different. It was the closest thing to a brothel her town could get. She knew the owners well and turned a blind eye to alot of things they were doing in there with the deal that her men would get free drinks and shelter whenever they needed it.

"Double shot, whiskey," she slumped into the bar stool. Kiki the bartender, smiled, batting her eyelashes at the sheriff whom she hadn't seen there in a very long time.

"Trouble in Paradise?" she purred, her arm running up the sheriff sleeve. She had spent many nights tangled in the sheets with the woman.  But that wasn't what she was here for today.

The sheriff downed the shot, relaxing as the slight burn tickled down her throat and settled in her belly, comforting her.

"I can think of a few ways that can make that pain go away." Kiki breasts were almost in full display as she tugged her corset lower for the sheriff's full view. Demi stiffened hooded eyes holding the woman's gaze. She was tempted, but in the back of her mind, she knew she couldn't get caught up in Kiki's mess, not tonight.

The sheriff stood, dropping a generous 10 dollar tip on the bar as she abruptly walked out and got in her car. She didn't know what she thought going to the bar, and drinking her sorrows away was going to solve . But it did give her the liquid courage she needed to face the woman who was waiting for her... and that's exactly what she did.