Chapter 38
The Sheriff
Afternoon Day 23
Jane Doe
I took the VW Beetle this time. The keys still hung on the nail outside Jonny's plant house where I left them. Fuck Jonny and his stupid fiance. I'm keeping the car.
I needed to see Bishop, make sure he was okay. Plus my suitcase was still in his boat. I'm sure the last thing on his mind was my purse. The remainder of my money inside it. Was it still on the back of the chair in Elenora's dining room? Her bloody face flashed briefly in my mind. My shiny necklace around her scrawny neck. Both were probably in evidence by now.
I parked next to the Sheriff's jeep in the parking lot even though the lot was mostly empty. The boat rocked gently as I climbed aboard. I was unsure of the etiquette when it came to entering boats. I called to the Sheriff downstairs and heard no response. I climbed down the steps.
The shower handle squeaked as the Sheriff turned off the water in the small bathroom behind me.
"It's just me...Sheriff." I called to him.
He opened the door quickly. "Jane?" He was dripping wet, holding a towel around his waist. His chest had deep cuts and bloody wounds.
"I'm so sorry, I just came-"
"It's okay. You're always welcome here."
The tears swelled in my eyes thinking about what we had been through the past couple of days. I thought of Elenora's face, raw, bloody meat as she collapsed to the floor. I looked at his chest.
The Sheriff wrapped his arms around me. "We survived."
My tears blended with the water on his chest.
"Hey." He moved my face up gently to look at him. "We survived."
I nodded. "I'm tired of surviving."
The Sheriff's mouth was inches from mine. "You shouldn't be here," his voice was low.
I nodded. "You're afraid of my curse too?" I backed away from him. My curse had him trapped in his sister's basement, tortured for three days.
He shook his head but didn't let go of my arm. "Why are you here?"
"I came to get my suitcase."
"Bullshit." He nodded toward the floor, my suitcase waiting. "I could have brought it back with me."
"I just wanted to...I'm sorry...about...everything."
He nodded and pulled me close to him again. His lips landed on mine. Tiny sparks of light shot across my nerve endings and I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He pulled back slightly. "Jonny?"
"He has a fiance," I said very quietly. At some point, I would cry about that but not right now.
He kissed me again. Deeper this time. He backed us against his small kitchen island and lifted me onto the counter. His towel had fallen to the floor somewhere.
I looked down at his hard cock and noticed the black buttoned dress. "I need to wash Elenora and her house off of me." This thing should be burnt.
The Sheriff pulled me into his small bathroom. He lifted my dress over my head, kissing me when it was on the floor.
We barely fit in his tiny shower. He was kissing me again and feeling the wall for the shower handle, it squeaked as he turned it on. The warm water sprayed over us.