That Girl Next Door Ch. 06a

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***Preface***

This is part one of the sixth installment of a multiple chapter story. I had a list of goals to achieve before releasing this chapter for publication. However life has gotten in the way of the hobby once again. So, since it has been an exceptionally long gap since the last installment was published, I am releasing the portion of this chapter that has been completed up until now. Since this chapter is incomplete, there will not be a cliffhanger for you at the end. That is pretty much why there will be both Chapters 6a and 6b instead of just picking up with the next part as “Chapter 7”.

This installment was not written to stand alone and the author strongly suggests that you start at the beginning of the story in That Girl Next Door Ch.01 before reading any further. I have chosen to forego the use of Beta Readers moving forward. It tends to add an unnecessary two week delay while only catching one or two errors for the most part. One of my fans pointed out that they have seen more errors in professionally published literature than in my works, so I am going to go with that for now. I may bring the Betas back at some future date if needs be.

Another new feature that I have added is superscript numbers at various points in the story. These numbers correspond directly to the entries in this installment’s Appendix. As I was proofreading this for publication, I also noticed that I probably should mention the use of apostrophes for dialog that is occurring only within a character’s mind and not spoken out loud. While not a hard/fast rule, most dialog in quotations is spoken aloud and dialog in apostrophes is a mental thought. This is a pattern that I use within all of my stories to delineate the two items.

Trigger Warnings for this chapter include Incest, Polyamory, Gun Violence, and Death. Travel at your own risk! I will also let you know ahead of time that this chapter is extremely light on the explicit sex and heavy on the plot line. I apologize in advance if this disappoints you.

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***Chapter Six (a)***

{Previously}

“You in the bank! State your intentions!” the Sergeant shouted.

“We need the police to come inside and relieve us. We have one robber in custody but we don’t know if he has accomplices among the rest of the people inside here.” Jason shouted back.

The police officer spoke into his radio before slowly advancing into the building and approaching Roel. Five more officers followed their Sergeant inside. Roel didn’t resist when one the officers asked him to surrender his weapon and sit on the floor with his back against the teller’s booth. Jason was about to follow suit when the blood loss finally caught up with him. The adrenaline had worn off and he suddenly felt dizzy. He managed to uncock his gun and set it on the counter before the darkness took him and he collapsed to the floor.

Rebecca screamed!

The police officer nearest to Jason, ironically a female, turned just in time to see him pass out and grabbed him before he hit his head on the floor. She eased him onto his back, but when the officer brought her hand back out from under Jason it was covered in blood. She reached for his neck to feel for his pulse. She found it, but only just barely.

Turning to her sergeant, she firmly stated, “Get those paramedics in here! Now!”

The sergeant turned and nodded to another officer guarding the doorway. He disappeared and returned mere moments later with the ambulance crew rolling their stretcher filled with equipment boxes along with them. The first medic briefly checked the gunman and determined that he had already expired before hurrying over to his partner who had advanced straight to where Jason lay.

The female officer must have worked numerous calls with these guys before because she went into one of their supply boxes and quickly located the alcohol wipes that she needed to clean Jason’s blood off of her hands without hunting or searching for them through any of the other equipment cases. Using a pair of scissors, the medic cut Jason’s shirt along the placket and opened it up. Next he cut across the chest to his arm and down the sleeve on the side opposite of the blood. He slapped a blood pressure cuff onto the freed arm and held his stethoscope to his chest before inflating the cuff.

“Heartbeat rapid and faint. B.P. 95 over 60. We need to run an IV on this guy stat. He’s bleeding out.”

“Don’t forget about the bank guard too.” Roel stated simply from where he was sitting, “He was shot while we were still outside. He was unconscious, but still alive when Jason checked him just a minute ago”.

Roel wanted to rush to his friend’s side to help, but he was very aware that he was in temporary custody and the best that he could do for the moment was stay put and think about what Jason needed from him. He watched a couple of firemen enter the building to give more assistance. After they had Jason’s IV running, the second paramedic recruited one of the firemen to assist him with the bank guard.

“This guy is still alive too, but we’re going to need another unit out here to transport him as well!” The fireman made a call into his radio to summon an additional ambulance to the scene before he turned to and started helping the medic with the bank guard.

As the police began interviewing witnesses, they became especially interested in the man that had identified himself as the bank manager to Jason and Roel. During their questioning, he indicated that he could help out by accessing the camera footage from the bank’s surveillance systems. When he was asked about Jason and Roel, he didn’t hesitate to give them credit for ending the crisis.

Jason and the bank guard were wheeled out of the building on stretchers. Rebecca insisted on riding with Jason in the ambulance that transported him. After the police sergeant had gathered in reports from his officers on the scene and viewed the camera footage, he was convinced that Jason and Roel had indeed stopped the hold-up. He stepped over to Roel and offered him a hand to stand up.

“That was a really stupid thing that you and your friend did. You guys should have waited for us to get here. I certainly hope that your friend doesn’t die on you. But because the two of you killed the gunman, I am still going to have to refer this over to the district attorney’s office as a ‘no bill’. But y’all are not out of the woods just yet. Both of you may still be facing charges for homicide, so don’t leave the city. If for any reason that you have some kind of emergency that takes you out of the city, try to stay within the county borders at the very least. The DA’s office will get in touch with you soon, I’m sure. But you’re free to go for now.”

“I’m not going to argue with you, sir. But with all due respect, the Bank Guard was already down and the gunman was out of his mind and not thinking clearly. He had his gun to Rebecca’s head and she also could have been severely injured or killed. Jason and I would have preferred to secure the scene and wait for you guys to get here. But the people inside didn’t have the luxury of extra time. We were forced to take immediate action. But I respect your opinion.” Roel then thanked the sergeant and got onto his cell phone as soon as he was out the door. His first call was to Jessica.

“Hello Roel! What’s up buddy?”

“Jessie, honey. Listen carefully and remain calm. Okay?”

“What’s going on?” Jessica asked, her tone changing from ‘cheerful’ to ‘guarded’ in an instant.

“Something has happened and Jason is on his way to the emergency room at Memorial Hospital. Please don’t panic, but you need to get there as soon as you can. I’ll meet you and Mel when you get there.”

“What happened to Jason? Why are you not with him?”

“I’ll fill you in on all of the details in a little while. But I have to make some phone calls real quick and then I will meet you at the hospital. I promise.”

After Jessica replied with a sullen “Okay”, Roel hung up the call and then scanned through his contact list for another number that he had not called in almost two months.

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Henry Battise was sitting in the community center on the Reservation with a group of his buddies playing dominoes. At that particular moment, he was grinning ear to ear because he had a substantial point lead along with his buddy Joseph Sylestine who sat across the table from him as his partner in the game. Henry felt his phone vibrate, so he reached into his shirt pocket and retrieved it. After reading Roel Hinojosa’s ID on the incoming call, he spoke to the other men at the table.

“Hang on, this is a friend that I haven’t talked to in several weeks. Let me see what he wants.” Henry spoke fluent Spanish, so he answered with “Hola amigo!” His entire conversation with Roel would continue in Spanish.

“Mi amigo, I have an emergency on my hands and I need your help. It is something that you and your clan are uniquely suited for.”

“What has happened, my friend?”

“You remember me mentioning my best friend, Jason? He is part Creek and has Type O negative blood. He has been severely injured and is currently in really bad shape in the emergency room at Nacogdoches Memorial. What is your blood type?”

“I’m O negative just like him. So is half of the Alabama-Coushatta, or almost half. Why do you ask?”