The Devil's PlayGround

Who Does He Think He Is?

*Flynn POV*

I’m having a hard time with this. I have avoided her, and am barely talking to my best friend. I need to process how to handle what I know is about to happen, because I don’t know how to accept it.

The closer it gets to Brie’s birthday, I know for sure that she is my mate. So, seeing this kid moving in on her pisses me off. However, I can’t say or do anything about it right now, and just have to accept what’s happening.

Since we have been in this room, I have studied every single girl here, and observed the parents closely. For example, there is one girl that is two years older than Brie.

She is there with her father, and he looks as if he couldn’t care less about what happened to her. He looks more inconvenienced than concerned.

Her name is Madison, and according to what she just told everyone, Dugan blackmailed her into having s*x with him. He had busted her abusing her dad’s prescription pills, and threatened to rat her out if she didn’t comply.

Her asshole father simply chuckled to himself when she was explaining. Something that annoyed me. He should be protecting his kid, not being a douchebag as she is telling her trauma to a room full of strangers.

After Madison, it was Brie’s friend, Heather’s turn. In my opinion, Heather was an unlikely choice for him. The other girls were voluptuous, large-chested, big ass. Heather was built like a board, but still cute.

The poor kid stood up at her parents' urging. Her eyes barely looked up to meet anyone’s gaze, and if they made contact, she immediately shifted them down to the floor again.

“Um, I’m Heather Williams. I first had Mr. Dugan as a teacher my sophomore year. He taught chemistry at the time. He would flirt with me, and I enjoyed the attention. My family and I had gone to one of the local powwows that spring, and I ran into him there. He walked around the grounds with me, and started telling me how attractive I was, and how he would give anything to have a girlfriend as sweet as me. I began to fall for it. Before school let out for the summer, he kept me after class, and as we were talking, he leaned over to kiss me. I was scared at first, and thought that it wasn’t right, but he started telling me that as long as we kept it a secret, no one would get in trouble. He said he was falling in love with me. I naively believed him,” she began to explain.

She looked up at Brie, and my girl nodded her head at her friend. She was encouraging her to be brave, and I admired her for it.

“It’s alright, Miss Williams. You are among friends, and are safe in this room. No one is going to judge you, and you aren’t in trouble. Take your time, we still have plenty of time,” the female detective said softly.

“We only had about two weeks of school left that year, and on the last day, he took me into the storage closet in his classroom, and made advances on me. We didn’t have s*x that day, but he invited me to his home that weekend, and that’s when it happened. He made me dinner, treated me like a princess, and then took my innocence. I hated it. I wanted to stop, and he wouldn’t. I didn’t hear from him all summer, but once school started again, he forced himself on me a lot, and said it was out of love. He said I was the only one, and for the past two years, I’ve believed that,” she finished, and sat back down.

A male detective began to ask her questions, and I could tell the poor kid was scared and uncomfortable. It wasn’t until he asked if the teacher had ever sent her inappropriate texts or pictures as proof did she say anything in defense of herself.

“Sir, I have all the proof you need. Including pics of his junk, text messages, screenshots, pictures of me at his house and in his bed, and so much more. I’ve given all of it to her. I can tell you think we are all lying. Of course, you would. A man defending a man no matter how sick the bastard is. If you aren’t here to help us get the justice we deserve, then why are you here, sir?” she asked.

I wanted to stand up to applaud her. It had to take a lot for her to speak up in her defense. She was right though. Every girl he questioned, he made it seem as if they were lying, or they had asked for it.

The detective sat down, and for the rest of the afternoon, didn’t question anyone else. That was until it was Brie’s turn. Then he became the biggest d**k in the precinct.

She stood up and gave her account of what happened. She admitted that he had never come on to her like that before, but this school year, he always stared at her like she was a piece of meat.

“He made me feel uncomfortable all the time. He would make comments about how large my chest was getting, or how my ass filled out my jeans nicely. Just inappropriate things an adult male shouldn’t say to a teenager. That day was the first time he had ever tried to force himself on me. If Flynn and Erik hadn’t gotten there when they did, it’s hard telling what would have happened,” she said confidently. That’s when he went in.

“What you are saying is, Miss Spicer, is that, for however long you had him as a teacher, he never showed interest in you until that day? Am I correct?” he asked.

“No, that’s not what I said. I said he never physically touched me until that day. There were inappropriate comments and innuendos about my body. Just because it wasn’t physical until that day doesn’t mean I wasn’t sexually harassed by him,” she replied.

He smirked, and leaned forward on the table. “Did you ever tell him that you felt it was inappropriate that he said those things to you?” he asked.

“Yes. Every time. He never cared,” she said.

“From what he has said, you were the one who flaunted yourself to him. Wearing short skirts, tight pants, and revealing shirts. The kind of clothes that gave guys the wrong idea, maybe? Is it true you dress a little slutty? There are rumors about you and your family. Would it be safe to say that you are required to dress that way to appease their biker club?” he asked.

I saw her body go rigid. He had made her feel badly about the way she dressed. Making her sound like something she wasn’t.

“My clothes aren’t slutty. There are tons of girls in school that wear leggings, holey jeans, skinny jeans. There are girls who wear short dresses and skirts. I am not a dress or skirt kind of girl. Because I’m top-heavy, I refuse to wear tight shirts, so no, I don’t dress slutty, or dress to attract men. I dress just like I am now. As far as what my family is affiliated with, or who I am around, that has nothing to do with this,” she said in her defense.

Blaze stood up, and called the officer out. Just like me, he had enough.

“Detective, my name is Blaze Spicer. I’m Brie’s brother and guardian. I don’t know what you are trying to get at here, but I can assure you that Brie is a typical kid. She isn’t entertaining my friends in any way. Those guys are like her uncles and brothers. They would do anything for her, and not because of what you think. How sick do you have to be to imagine a child doing something like that? What you are doing is profiling her based on my affiliations. That, sir, is illegal,” he stated.

The female detective apologized for his insinuations. Blaze asked that he be taken off of Brie’s case, and she said she would speak to their supervisor about it.

She wasn’t going to get the chance. I was going to do it for her.