He's Forbidden, as am I

Kimmie wiped her palms on her jeans for the hundredth time since Officer Baker left her. He's been gone awhile, and she's been getting more nervous with each passing second. The possible outcome of this was terrifying her, but deep down she was hoping that she could finally say something. Then Tammy could finally be safe. Her eyes snapped up when the door opened, and again wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans.

Zacky met Kimmie's eyes as he walked in, and he could see the anticipation rising on her face. She's been in here awhile, and was ready to know what was going on. "You look like you want say something," Zacky observed, "Get something off your chest," he asked cocking a brow, "It's okay now. She told me everything." he told her as he set the recorder in the middle of the table, and pushed play. Kimmie felt relief wash through her as she listened to Tammy's opening statement before he shut it off. She let out a breath as the tears started to fill her eyes. Yeah she was sad she was going to loose her, but in away happy she was going to be safe. "It's all true," she whispered meeting Officer Bakers eyes, "Every last bit of it is true."

"You haven't even heard it all."

"I don't need to. Just tell me what you need from me?"

Zacky reached over and pressed record, "I need your full name, age, and why you're here." he told her just as he did Tammy. Kimmie took a deep breath before starting, "My name is Kimberly Murphy. I'm seventeen, and I'm here because my best friend's stepdad has been hurting her for the past three and a half years," she stated, fighting to keep her voice from cracking, "And he also tried to kill me." she let out at a whisper. Zacky sat quietly, and listened to her tell him basically the same story as Tammy, just from a different view point.

"I saw a lot of the aftermath. Sometimes I would go over, and she would still be in the shower just hugging her knees, and crying, letting the shower rain on her. He made her feel so disgusted with herself, and him. I've seen her actually vomit a few times when she talked to me about it." Kimmie told him with a slight sigh as she looked down at the table.

"I saw a lot of the fighting as well. Not at first because they were still trying to hide it from me. I knew they fought, but they didn't know I knew he was doing something else. Every time he thought I wasn't looking he would touch her. Just the way she acted around him told me something else was going on. I never asked her about it. I knew she would tell me when she was ready, and she did....

Sweet Sixteen today. I should be excited, and happy. I had someone to celebrate with now. The last time I remember my birthday even being acknowledged was when I turned twelve. The last one Danny and my dad were around for. I can't even remember the last time my mom wished me a happy birthday. I really don't look forward to it anymore.
Last year was different though. I have Tammy now, and since her birthday is the day before mine, we were going to start a tradition, and spend the two days together, just us. Unfortunately her stepdad had other plans last night, and I had to go home. Haven't felt right since. I know he doing something to her. I don't want to push her to talk about it though. She doesn't like being pushed, and I know it can be hard to open up about things. She'll tell me eventually. I just wish it was sooner than later.

I was headed over there now. Haven't seen mommy dearest today, and I would really like to keep it that way. Hopefully we can pick up where we left off yesterday, but something tells me that's not going to happen. I can't shake this feeling that something bad happened. I rang the door bell, and a few moments later he opened the door. "Good morning Kim," he smiled as he stepped aside so I could come in, "Happy birthday." he said. I could really care less if he acknowledged it, but I'll be polite for now. "Thank you Dr. Ross. Is Tammy up?"

He shut the door behind me, and kept the smile on his face, "You can call me Nathan," I'd rather not, "And I believe she's still in bed. Poor girl was completely exhausted once we were done last night." he said with a sickening chuckle and smirk that made my stomach churn. My smile faded, and just really wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible. The guy just shook me to the core. "Okay, I'm going to go wake her up." I said before quickly turning, and practically running up the stairs.

I walked down the hall to Tammy's room, and knocked softly on the closed door. I turned the knob, and slowly pushed it open when I didn't get a response. "Tammy?" I called out gently as I poked my head in. It looked like she was still in bed facing away from me. Maybe she was still asleep. I slipped in, and closed the door before walking over to the bed. I sat down on the bed next to her, and put a hand on her shoulder. She was awake, just staring at the wall. I couldn't see a single emotion on her face. She looked completely closed up in herself, hugging her mom's pillow as she stared at the wall. "Tammy, talk to me." I whispered, but still got no response.

I moved my hand from her shoulder, and let out a slightly defeated sigh. I don't like it when she shuts me out. I can't help her if she doesn't talk to me. "He touches me," I heard a soft whisper as if she was reading my mind, "Sometimes he makes me touch him. That's why we fight." she said a little louder as she rolled over on her back, and looked up at me. Her eyes looked so dead, and it was obvious she had been crying. I knew he was doing something, but I wasn't prepared for what she told me next. "He raped me," she whispered, fighting back tears as she pulled her arms out from under the blanket, "For my birthday, Kimmie," her voice cracked, and I took in the restraint marks on her wrists, "He tied me up, and he-"

"Stop," I cut her off, fighting back my own tears for her, and laying next to her, "Just stop." I whispered, pulling her into me, and letting her cry. I know I wanted to know, and now I do, but I wasn't going to make her tell me anymore. I didn't need details, and I wasn't going to make her give them to me. I don't think I would be able to handle listening to it just as much as she wouldn't be able to handle telling it. Not right now. "Please don't leave me." I heard her say between sobs, breaking my heart even more. "Never. Why would you even think that." She pulled away a little, and looked at me. "Cause I'm disgusting." she whispered. I shook my head, "I would never think that. He's the one that's disgusting, not you. I'm not going anywhere...."

Kimmie wiped away the tears forming in her eyes. "Why didn't you go to the police then?" Zacky asked. It was before their plan. What stopped them. "She was too afraid of everything. Afraid no one would believe her, or he would find out, and stop her. There were so many things. He could have bailed himself out, and came after her, or she could have ended up somewhere just as bad. At least she knew him, knew what ticked him off, and what didn't. He was predictable. At least then she could be somewhat prepared, but someone else....who knows what could happen."

A heavy sigh escaped Kimmie's lips, "I wanted to, so bad, but I wouldn't go behind her back. I couldn't betray the only friend I had." Zacky gave her a small nod in understanding. "Tell me about the night he tried to kill you." he said, needing to make sure their stories matched up. Which they did, and it didn't take her long to get it out. Zacky knew she had been waiting for this day, and anxious to get this all out. Even if it was sooner than planned.

"She tried to kill herself a second time after that night, but I stopped her. She was so mad at me." she said with a small sad smile at the end. "She doesn't seem to care to much for having her plans ruined." Zacky said, and Kimmie shook her head a little.

"No, but she's usually pretty spontaneous. She only plans things that are extremely important to her. Like her freedom."

"That wasn't the only thing. She wanted to keep you safe too."

"I know. She didn't tell me that night. I think because I kind of threw it her face that I wasn't important enough for her to stay, but she told me a little later. I realized that I was important enough for her to sacrifice herself for me. I felt a little guilty about it, but she told me not to. It wouldn't have been the right decision. Even though she would be free, and I would be safe from him, she still would have left me here alone, and that made her feel guilty. We needed each other if either one of us was going to make it through this stage in our lives."

Zacky nodded, feeling a little worse about separating the girls. If there was someway to stop it, he would, but it was too late now. "She started getting a lot bolder after that night," Kimmie continued on with her statement.

"I started seeing more of the fighting. It wasn't a secret anymore, so he didn't bother hiding it anymore. She started standing up to him more. She use to tip-toe, and cower around him, but once we started planning a life, she started getting more defiant, and he wouldn't hesitate to throw her a backhand. She has a bruise on her jaw-"

"I saw that." Zack interrupted briefly.

"I swear it's never had a chance to heal. It seemed like every other day she says something that pisses him off, and....bam," Kimmie told him with a sigh, "At first I was proud, happy that she was standing up for herself, but the more she fought, the more dangerous he got. The guy would use things like sedatives, and chloroform to knock her out. He would hide, and wait for her. The man is obsessed, and I started to get scared for her again." Kimmie paused to put a cap back on her emotions. She could feel the anger creeping up towards the bastard. "I knew one of these days he was going to kill her."

"She didn't believe that would happen."

"No, she was sure he would end up taking her away somewhere, and she would be trapped with him forever. I always thought he would get to that 'If I can't have her, no on can' point," Kimmie paused, a little hesitant to tell him what she thought next. She didn't really have any evidence, but she had a rock hard gut feeling. "I think he killed her mom." she said, not being able to hold it in. If she was right, it would put him away for a long time. "I've never told her this. I didn't want to upset her like that. I don't have anything to prove it, but obsession can be deadly. He almost killed me, why wouldn't he get rid of her mom?" she tried to reason her accusation.

Zacky nodded in agreement, trying to hide his smile at the fact that these two girls were hiding the same secret from each other. "I'm actually going to be looking into that. I read the Coroner's Report, and with the events that have happened since, I think I might have enough to open a case." he told her making sure to leave out what Tammy told him. Just because they had the same suspicion didn't mean he was going tell her that. He promised he wouldn't, and he didn't like breaking his promises.

Kimmie let out a small sigh of relief. In a way she hoped she was right. He would go away for a long time, but she knew this would probably crush Tammy, and in way she kind of hoped she was wrong. "Is there anything else?" Zacky asked wanting to make sure she didn't leave anything out. Kimmie shook her head, and he reached over, and stopped the recorder. "Well no one has come in to tell me your mom is here yet," Zack said noticing the eye roll, "So technically you're still in my custody. Which actually works out cause I promised Tammy I would let you guys say goodbye." he told her, and a smile came out on her face. "Really?" Kimmie asked hopeful, not wasting anytime to stand up when he nodded.

Zacky chuckled a little at her eagerness as he stood, and opened the door. "She's at the hospital right now having her injuries looked at, but she has to get some things before she leave's. We'll just meet them at her house." he explained as they walked down the hall, and through the other door. Kimmie felt some happiness flow through her, glad she would be able to see Tammy one last time. Even if it was the last time, at least they got one. That was until she caught sight of the last person she wanted to see. "Fucking figures." she mumbled, catching Zacky's attention.

He followed Kimmie's gaze to a blonde woman that looked like she was practically holding herself up on the front desk. "Is that your mom?" he asked as they got closer to her. Kimmie nodded as the little bit of happiness she felt slipped away. She wasn't the only one though upset at the woman's presence. A frown crossed Zacky's face. He might have to release her to her mother, and that meant he wasn't going to be able to keep his promise. "I'm here to see an Officer Baxter, or whatever," he heard the woman slur a little as they walked up to the desk, "He has my daughter."

The woman behind the desk looked at Victoria a little confused. "I'm sorry ma'am, but there's no Officer Baxter here." she told her. "Well that's what he said." Victoria said a little irritated. "Actually it's Baker." Zack spoke up, and her eyes snapped to him. She tried to put on her best sexy smirk as she looked the cop up and down. "My, my, green eyes, and a uniform. I guess dreams really do come true." she tried to be seductive, not even acknowledging Kimmie next to him. The alcohol in her though, wasn't helping her game at all.

Kimmie rolled her eyes, and felt her cheeks heat up, embarrassed by her mother. Zack, on the other hand, resisted his urge to roll his eyes, smelling the booze on her breath from where he was standing. "Mrs. Murphy?" he asked knowing. "It's Ms. now," Victoria continued to flirt as she held her hand out, and Zacky shook it politely, "Well not officially, but we're separated."
"Oh will you just stop already?" Kimmie finally spoke up, sick of her mother's behavior.

Victoria's gaze snapped to her, and anger flooded them, "You. What the hell did you do, that I had to come down to the police station?" Kimmie rolled her eyes yet again, and crossed her arms, "It wasn't me." she told her. "Don't lie to me! You obviously did something. Why else would I have to come down here?" Victoria snapped. "I didn't fucking do anything!" Kimmie snapped back, feeling her own anger boil up.

Even for her drunken state, Victoria was quick to come around the desk, and get in Kimmie's face, "Listen here you little bitch," was all she could get out before Zack stepped between them. "Excuse me ma'am, are you drunk?" he questioned, not needing an answer. Victoria looked at him a little stunned. "What?" she asked. "I can smell the alcohol on your breath, so I'll ask you again. Have you been drinking?" he repeated. She took a few stumbled steps back, looking slightly offended. "I had a few, but I'm not drunk." she said. "And I don't suppose you took a cab here?" Zacky asked with a cocked brow. Maybe he'll be able to keep his promise after all. "Why would I do that? I have my own car." Victoria said kind of arrogant, not realizing the hole she just opened up underneath herself.

Zacky just smiled, and nodded. "That's what I thought." he said as he pulled his cuffs off his belt, and moved behind her. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded when he started to cuff her. "You're under arrest for driving under the influence." he told her as he gripped her arm, and lead her away from a smirking Kimmie. "This is bullshit! I told you I wasn't drunk!" Victoria tried to protest as Zack drug her over to the two officers he had bring in Dr. Ross. "Give this woman a Breathalyzer, and then book her for DUI." he told them as he handed her over. "Wait a minute. What about my daughter?” she questioned before he could walk away. "Don't worry, I'll make sure she gets home safely," he said turning away from her, "Enjoy your night in the drunk tank." he added with a chuckle before walking back over to Kimmie. "Come on, lets go see your friend."

Notes

Sorry for the delay. I promise I'm not slipping back into old habits :) Just been a messed up couple of weeks....

So, some instant karma for Ms. Murphy :)
I only got about three more of these sad little chapters. Johnny gettin thrown into the mix soon :) Plan B revel coming next, and then hopefully some brighter days :) Stay tuned :D