The Sins of the Father

Two Days of Rest

A stiff smile was placed on my face as I walked out the doors of the police station. Static runs down my stiffen spine as strain to remain upright. Two personal days off. Only I would be using these days to do some digging and there was only one person who could help me, Roderick.

Enlisting his services would take some massive eating of humble pie. At this point I had nothing to lose and was pretty much willing to solve this case by any means necessary.

I had contacted him while in my car of the precinct parking lot. He agreed on our meeting at a local park, as it was walking distance from his church. Waves of nausea accompanied me on the long thirty minute drive. Upon arrival, I walked until I seen the familiar, dirty blonde hair that clung to the nape of a blue scarf and tan trench coat. He was sitting at a bench, gaze, floating between the geese and the pond rippling.

The crunch of gravel alerted him of my presence.

"So, I assume you asked him, judging by his early inquisitive call before mass, this morning. You really...Have a way with men."

He side eyed me, as I seated myself next to him. Only a hair breadth separating us from some physical contact.

"Look, I f****d up. I don't know how to fix this, I can't fix this... alone. I've never came across a case or situation I couldn't solve. Much less wriggle my way out of it. The funny thing is, there isn't any wriggle room for me. I am stuck in this miry clay."

I sucked in a ragged breath, feeling claustrophobic of my current problems. My vision began to be obscured by unshed tears. How did I allow myself to get into this place? This place was dark, hopeless and the only company that I had was myself.

"Please Roderick, help me. I need help, I don't have anyone to turn to... "My gasp of breath released my choked back tears. "No one to trust. I know we have some very bad issues between us but I'm begging you."

I turn towards him finding he had been watching my break down with a sort of amusement and sympathy.

"Perfection. How do I know this isn't an act.? You did take drama and are one hell of an actress if I remember. If I recall, the shedding of tears being your area of expertise."

"I deserve that and much more. I'm not denying I have done some unforgivable things. Things I am not proud of. I was young Roderick, hurt and embarrassed. I felt used and betrayed. I confided and depended on you to protect and be there for me. You weren't , threw me to the wolves and watched as they picked every inch of meat off my bones. What was I supposed to do sit and cry in self pity?"

"I don't know. Though looking at you now, you seemed to have perfected that craft."

He tilted his head to the side, as if this new angle, would help to decipher me better.

"I'll do anything and I mean anything." I made sure to finish the last statement with the placement of my hand on his muscular thigh."For your help."

He smiled, calmly lifted and removed my hand from his person, only to place a soft kiss in the palm instead. A soft glow began to emanate from my belly, as he deposited my hand onto my lap.

"Though your offer is very enticing. I prefer to have a willing partner, who doesn't resort to self sacrificing, as a means to problem solving. Besides I will eventually have you on your knees begging for a different reason all together."

Before I realized what I was doing my hand shot out and connected with his cheek. The slap ricocheted through out the park. His eyes stretched in shock, then registered that I had indeed hit him, grew into angry flecks of Hunter green. The red mark of my hand-print only intensified his hair-raising penetrative stare.

I felt my pony tail being jerked down, surprised that the tendrils remained attached to my head.

"Oww" I cried out in pain trying to dislodge his hold. Tears springing up their reply to the tearing of my hair roots. Punching against his broaden chest only seemed to ignite his excitement of my predicament. The mocking laugh he let slip out, confirmed who was in charge.

"Shhhhh!" He quieted, "we don't want an audience do we? Voyeurism, doesn't become you." I immediately calmed, breathing was harsh and forced past cracked lips. He took advantage of my still form and encircled both wrists in the palm of his hands. His other had moved up to where the hair and rubber band met. Fingers began to dig into my scalp as he pressed his face forward towards mine. Rubbing the side of his rough, stubbled cheek, against my smooth one. The smell of Amber Aoud wafting in the air was the only softness about him.

"If you ever put your hands on me again, I will forget any past history we have shared and treat you like that w***e you are so focused on finding."Grazing his lips against my ear, "are we clear Ray?"

At my shaky nod he released me. Eyes wide and still physically shaken from his assault, I snuck a peek at the offender. He was sitting back watching me, an easy going expression stamped on his visage. The picture of pure tranquility running through his veins.This may have been the dumbest s**t I ever involved myself with.

"So, Torrey how may I be of service to you?"