Hey,
I'm back with another installment of my series A Love Story. This is Oman's story. My first thought was to pair Oman with Emily, but Terrance came in and I knew that was not going to happen.
So I decided to just write Isla and Brett's story next. However, Oman and Mia stood up and took control. So here is their story. Brett and Isla pop in, but they have their own story that will be told as soon as I get the chance to write it.
For now, I hope you enjoy reading about Oman and Mia.
All the characters in this story are above the age of consent.
Enjoy
IR2R
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PROLOGUE
In a wide open field, two small children played as their grandfather watched. Keamon was proud. For two that were so young, they overcame insurmountable odds.
Keamon sighed, he was not old, but he'd raised his child. His wife had died the year before and he was tasked with the responsibility of raising his grandchildren. His grandson looked at him. His eyes were those of a much older man, a man that had seen rough times. The young boy watched his grandfather, knowing he was recalling sad times. Keamon shook off his doldrums, and smiled at his grandson, hoping to relieve the worry the child seemed plagued with.
Oman returned his grandfather's smile. He knew this man cared for them and for now they were safe. However, in his short years on this planet, he'd learned not to get too comfortable for something bad always happened.
"Oman, come." His sister called, and he would join her. After all for her entire life, he was her protector and always would be. She giggled as she chased a bunny. Oman laughed, and frolicked along. He laughed as he and his younger sister played.
Keamon smiled; his granddaughter was beautiful. She was a mirror image of her mother. It still hurt knowing she died at the hands of the man that was supposed to love and protect her. One careless mistake, one second of not focusing, and life ends. That was not the worse, but how she died. Learning that she was abused, beaten daily ripped him apart. He knew things were bad. He promised her mother that he'd bring their daughter home. He failed, and he was determined to raise her children with the understanding that no one had the right to mistreat them.
"Grandfather," Oman called. "Is everything okay?" he asked. Even at the tender age of seven, this child worried. He would never truly enjoy being young and carefree. Keamon smiled at home and answered, "I am fine, little one. Go, play with your sister. She waits for you." Oman glanced back at Isla; he smiled and dashed off.
*****
Oman Storm was having a vision. It was terrifying. Isla was being attacked and he could not help her. In his vision Isla screamed and a beautiful woman intervened. She fought off his sister's attacker and stood guard over her as the culprit ran.
Oman woke up and called Isla. She did not answer her phone. Worried he jumped out of bed, ready to head to the city. Donning jeans and a wife beater, he rushed to the chief's home. Chief Joe answered at his first knock, he too sensed something was wrong. He demanded that Oman calm down and called some of the tribal elders. As the few men arrived, Oman's phone rang. It was Peter Graves. He needed to go to the city and check on his sister. He was headed to the city immediately.
*****
"ETA fifteen minutes, two assault victims, both female, both alert. One has severe lacerations, but conscious."
The EMT's announced.
The call came into the emergency room of Newark County Hospital on a busy Wednesday night, Peter Graves cursed. When he agreed to tale a shift, he expected some patients but not an overflow like tonight. He called Kim and told her he had an emergency coming in. She did not have to wait up for him.
His wife sighed. She understood, and that was why they decided not to have kids. She worked full time building her boutiques, and her husband was constantly on call. Soon they both hang up. He went to see his new patients, and Kim watched a movie. The ambulance arrived. Both girls were brought in together. He walked into the emergency room and saw one young lady sitting with a nurse applying a pack to her head wound. One of the interns could deal with her. He walked into trauma to treat the girl that was stabbed.
"Dr. Graves, her BP is 117/75, her pulse rate is stable. She has severe bleeding from the stab wounds in her abdomen." The emergency room nurse reported. At this point Peter stopped reading the medical data and looked at his patience. His heart stopped,
ISLA!
He had to focus. Using years of training, he disassociated himself from the patient. He examined her and sent her for scans. She was stable. She was rushed to surgery and he exhaled. He had to call someone. As soon as he had a chance, he ducked into his small office and called Dad. Earl answered and woke Bria immediately. The two were coming to the hospital. Peter went back to work.
Peter stopped outside of the trauma room that held the second victim. He walked in. "Good evening, Ms...?" he waited.
"Mia, Mia White" She replied.
Peter nodded, and explained what he was doing. "Ms. White, you have a few contusions and a concussion. I want to keep you overnight for observation. Is there someone we can call?"
Mia spoke, "My parents aren't living. My sister is... No, there is no one. Look, I'm not really hurt. There is no need to keep me here." she insisted.
"I'll make that decision; now, let me examine you." He stated calmly. A nurse joined him and they checked Mia for other unseen injuries. Peter ordered an MRI just to make sure she suffered no internal damage. She decided that the cuts on her face would not require stitches, so he used an adhesive strip to repair the contusions. He was certain she had no broken bones or damaged organs, but before he decided she could leave, he'd wait for the test results.
"Wait, my friend, Isla? Where is she?" she asked.
"Isla is recovering. I'll call Oman when I leave you." Peter explained.
Mia gasped, "You know Isla and her brother?" she asked.
What would Oman think? Would he know this attack was her fault?
Peter noticed that her blood pressure was becoming elevated. He frowned, and added. "Mia, you survived, and you stopped him from hurting Isla. You have no reason to be so worked up. The police will catch him. Try to stay calm, alright." He cajoled her.
Mia sighed, as a nurse knocked. "Dr. Graves, an officer is here to talk with Ms. White. Can we let her come back?" she queried.
Mia looked even more frightened. Peter sighed, "Yes, but give me a few minutes." He sat beside Mia, and held her hand. "You need to talk with the detective. Tell him everything he needs to know. They need to catch this guy." Mia nodded and Peter then left her room.
Ms. White, I'm Officer Belinda Williams, this is my partner, Officer Marian Hurt, we need to ask you some questions about the attack." She explained.
Mia sat up straight, and nodded. The officer was nice, compassionate. "His name is Russell Lakes. He takes classes with us. I've known him for a while, and last month, I agreed to go out with him." The officer took notes as Mia explained. When they were done, both officers stood to leave.
Officer Hurt looked into Mia's eyes and saw the guilt she knew would be there. She never understood, how women blamed themselves in these situations. She stopped and spoke, "Mia, what you did was very brave. You stopped a sexual assault on your friend and you forced a dangerous predator from your home. Not many women would have known what to do and we would have a more sinister crime to deal with. He is at fault, Mia, not you and not your friend. We will catch him. I promise." Mia nodded and soon the officers Another officer entered with a camera. He asked Mia's permission to take pictures of her injuries. He took a lot of pictures. Soon the officers left, and Mia was alone once more.
A technician came in and took her for test. Mia relaxed. The staff was so friendly and caring here that she could almost feel safe for once. She was worried about Isla. Russell tried to rape her. He was holding her down, trying to force himself on her. Isla fought him but his sheer size overpowered her. If she had never introduced him, her friend would have not been hurt.
Meanwhile, Isla was in recovery and was alert now. Peter went in to speak with her. He asked the usual questions, and stood to leave. Isla stopped him, and asked if he could call Oman. A call from the police would cause the situation to be worse. Her brother would imagine the worse. Peter smiled and told her he'd call for her immediately.
Peter left Isla and went to his office. He was still shaken up, but he did not know it. He saw he had a missed call from Kim. He quickly called her back. She was worried about him and needed to know if he was alright. Peter smiled. He was the luckiest man on Earth to have such a caring woman at home. Then he thought about the things he had done. Kim would never know. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Peter then called Oman. Oman answered feeling dread. He'd just awakened from a nightmare. As soon as Peter's number appeared he was ready to go.
He was already with the chief and ready to drive out. The elders felt he was too upset to drive alone and wanted to wake someone, but Oman didn't want to wait. He needed to get to Isla now. One of the tribal elders wives called Sunnet. She and Jacob were in town quickly, leaving there son, Hunter, with Ja'Mal and Kerri. The alpha told them to call as soon as they learned what was going on.
Jacob made him promise to drive safely and told him to call as soon as he made it to the hospital. Oman agreed and took off. Three hours later, he drove into hospital parking lot.
*****
As he rushed into the emergency room, Emily and Snake were there and met him at the door. They were buzzed in and taken to Isla. Oman rushed into the room and saw that his sister was bruised and bandaged. "Isla, who did this?" he asked.
"Oman, I am fine. Mia came home and stopped him. She saved my life. Emily, can you check on her, Peter said she was fine earlier, but she's..." Emily stood and told her she'd be back.
