Inked

Chapter 27

                                                                                    Ring ......Ring......Ring
Peyton: Hello?

Officer Jones: Peyton, this is Officer Jones. Harley has been found. She is injured, but she is okay. Bentley was there too, and he saved her life. They are going to be released to go home for the night, but both need to be at the police station for an official report in the morning.

Peyton: OH MY GOD!

Peyton: What happened?!

Officer Jones: We don't know all the details just yet, but Joey had her. She was restrained to a bed and he had been violent toward her. He has a gun before Bentley arrived.

                                 Peyton starts choking back sobs into the phone.

Officer Jones: Your sister will need to take a few weeks off work. She has some stitches and lots of swelling and bruising. She will have a prescription ready at the Publix on Mills Ave. If you could get it for her, I'm sure she would be very grateful.

Peyton: Yes Officer. Thank you so much.

                              Peyton grabs her keys and leaves to pick up Harley's prescription.

                                                                                                 *Harley*

Harley: You've been shot!!!

Bentley: It's nothing. I wanted them to check you first.

Harley: Well now it's your turn....Taylor!

EMT Taylor: Yes, Harley?

Harley: Bentley was shot in the shoulder. Please help him.

EMT Taylor: Bentley, come with me please?

                            Bentley walks over to the truck and climbs up. Sitting down, the paramedic checks his shoulder.

EMT Taylor: Clean shot. Went right through. I just need to clean the wound and close it up, okay?

                            Bentley just nods and grits his teeth as Taylor pours alcohol over the open wound. I am holding his hand and I must look worried because Bentley locks eyes with me and smiles warmly. He brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles lightly.

EMT Taylor: I'm going to inject numbing and clean the wound out before stitching you up.

Bentley: Okay

                          Taylor wipes out the wound and checks for any bone or bullet fragments.

Bentley: SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!!

EMT Taylor: I'm so sorry, let me inject some more numbing.

                       Taylor injects more numbing, and starts flushing the wound out before stitching it up. He covers it, and cleans the surrounding area.

EMT Taylor: You are all good. Follow up with your primary next week and then in a few weeks the stitches can come out.

Bentley: Alright, can we go now?

EMT Taylor: That's up to the police.

                     Bentley pulls me to him and walks toward Officer Keith. Whom stops talking when we approach.

Bentley: Can I take her home now?

Officer Keith: Yes, but you both need to come down to the station in the morning and file an official report.

Bentley: What about him?

Officer Keith: He isn't going anywhere any time soon. Go home. Clean up. Rest, and I will see you both in the morning.

Harley: Thank you Officer.

Bentley: Thank you

                        Bentley picks me up bridal style and walks to his car. He opens the door, sets me into the passenger seat, buckles me in, and gets behind the wheel. He starts the car, and drives off toward my apartment. His hand never leaves mine. We just sit in silence the whole ride.

                                                                                              45 minutes later

                     Bentley carries me up to my apartment and opens the door. Peyton is waiting and the tears are streaming down her face.

Peyton: HARLEY!

                          She runs and hugs the both of us while sobbing

Harley: I'm okay Peyton. I'm alright.

Peyton: I thought we lost you

Harley: I did too, but I'm fine.

Harley: Bentley? I want to take a bath.

                        Bentley nods and carries me into the bathroom. Shutting the door, he sets me down to sit on the counter before going over and turning on the water to run the bath. He pours in some of my lavender epsom salt, and walks over to me. Kissing me before he undresses me. Bentley undresses himself and carries me to the tub, setting me down carefully into the water. Turning off the faucet, he gets in the tub behind me and leans me back into his chest. I lean back and just sob. He just hold me and runs his hand up and down my arm.

Bentley: Shhhhh....
                          
                         10 minutes pass, and I have no tears left. The body wracking sobs have finally subsided. Bentley grabs the wash cloth and starts washing me. My chest, my arms, my stomach, and my legs. Leaning me forward, he washes my back. Running soothing circles all over my body. Washing the horror away. I turn around and start to wash him. Cleaning all the blood off his beautiful body. I rinse the cloth, and carefully wash the blood off his face.

Bentley: I thought I lost you...

Harley: I'm so sorry you got dragged into this...

Bentley: Don't you dare say that. I love you Harley.

Harley: I love you too.....so much.....I thought I'd never see you again.

Bentley: I was going to find you, even if it was the last thing I did.

                             Smiling, Bentley cups my face and kisses me all over. Kisses my forehead, each eyelid, and then kisses my nose.....my cheeks....my chin....before resting his lips on mine.

Harley: I miss you

Bentley: Oh god baby girl, I miss you too.