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He made it to practice on time, with several minutes to spare, and spent
the first part taking out his aggression on the field. Finally, his father
pulled him out to talk to him.

"So... I hear things got worked out," he said, sitting beside him on the
bench.

"Yup," Jason said, nodding. "I got given some good advice by someone."

Mike nodded. "That's good. So what's with the freight-train act out on the
field?"

"Remember the things I'd noticed that didn't seem right?" Jason asked,
quietly. "I found a bunch more. I'm almost sure."

Mike considered for a moment. "Is there anything you can _prove_, son?"

Jason shook his head. "Not yet. But _nobody_ manages to deep throat without
gagging on their first blowjob."

"Could there have been other boys?" his father asked, frowning. "Or maybe
she practiced? Some girls do."

"I doubt it," Jason said. "She was certainly inexperienced when she gave me
a hand-job earlier today. And... she acted worried and _guilty_ after the
blowjob. And she's acknowledged that there's something she can't tell me
yet. I can't prove anything, but... well, maybe she'll feel safe enough to
tell me soon."

"If you think she's in danger, Jason, maybe we should talk with the
police."

Jason sighed. "Problem is, I _don't_ have any way to prove it. Just
suspicions. I think there are some others who have suspicions too, though,
so I'm going to talk to one of them later tonight. It might be that between
the two of us we _do_ have enough. If not, well... I don't think she's in
any immediate danger of anything new happening, if that makes sense."

Mike looked unhappy, but nodded. "It does. I don't like it, but it does.
Just... be careful. Don't _put_ her in more danger by being a threat."

"Yeah."

"I think I'm going to stop by her house on the way home and ask her out for
this Friday," Jason said.

"Will that get her in trouble, son?"

"I don't _think_ so," he said. "Her dad actually seemed to like me, maybe
because I play football."

Mike grunted noncommittally. "It's fine with me, then."

Jason shifted uneasily, the sense of unease that had been growing in him
all through practice spiking.

"Something else bothering you?" his father asked.

Jason shook his head. "Not really. I'd just like to get to her house to ask
her." He grinned a little wryly. "I miss her already. I'm not used to
this."

Mike smiled indulgently, then glanced over to where the cheerleaders were
practicing. "If I let you leave early, the girls'll be seriously
disappointed, son. You're supposed to use their shower, you know."

"To be honest, dad, that doesn't break my heart after the way they treated
Kylie," Jason said, frowning.

His father's brow wrinkled, and then he nodded thoughtfully. "After she
beat the shit out of Candy, yeah, I should have expected them to sharpen
their claws on her. How bad was it?"

Jason smirked. "They lost. Ask Mrs. Rourke about how badly Sherry got
smacked down."

"Good. Watch out for those cats, too... I doubt any of them'll go beyond
nasty words, but you never know. But yeah, go on. Get showered and get out
before they're done. You've just been sent home early for unnecessary
violence on the field." Mike grinned.

"Thanks, dad," Jason said, grinning back. He hurried through the shower,
finishing just as the cheerleaders filed in. They shot him nasty looks as
he slipped out past them-- all but the little brunette, who smiled and
winked at him.

When he reached Kylie's house, Jeb's car was parked outside. He walked up
the steps to the porch and knocked on the door. No one answered, but he
could hear the sound of a man screaming, barely loud enough to make out the
words.

"Get out here, you cock-teasing little bitch! Don't you fucking hide from
me, girl!"

His jaw firmed, and he tried the door to see if it was locked. Unless he
missed his guess, he'd just gotten the confirmation he needed that Jeb was
abusing Kylie.

He was going to enjoy this.

The door handle turned in his hand, and the door swung quietly open in time
to hear another angry yell coming from upstairs.

"Kylie! Damn it, when I find you...."

He heard a roar of satisfaction as he reached the stairs. "HA! Found you,
slut!" Kylie's panicked scream was cut off by a loud slap. "Shut the fuck
up, cunt."

"Please Father, please don't... please, I'll be good, please!" He heard
something being dragged across the floor as he started up the stairs,
moving as quietly as he could. He had to catch the man by surprise, or
there was far too great a chance of Kylie getting hurt. He didn't think Jeb
could give him a challenge, but if he got the chance to use Kylie as a
hostage all bets were off, especially if he had a knife.

"You bet you will, cunt," he heard Jeb laugh. Kylie screamed again, and
Jason heard frantic begging in what had to be Tibetan.

The stairs opened out onto a hall, with one door on the left, two on the
right, and an open door at the end of the hall. Kylie's pleading came from
the last door, and he moved towards it as rapidly as he could while
remaining silent.

What he saw was the stuff of nightmares. A coarse rope had been twisted
around Kylie's hair and went to a pulley hanging from the ceiling that was
pulled tight, holding her on the very tips of her toes. Her wrists were
pulled up behind her back, and and Jeb was tightening a strap on the collar
that connected them to her neck. Her shirt was torn open down the front,
and her bra torn as well, exposing one small breast. Lining the walls of
the room were a variety of... instruments... suitable for causing pain but
leaving minimal evidence, and handcuffs, chains, and leather straps were
scattered around the room.

A heavy frame in the shape of an X took up one corner, and the other was
filled with a sturdy, welded steel cage. Other than a couple of thick
canes, he didn't see anything the man could use as a weapon, and he acted
before they realized he was there.

"You're a dead man," he snarled, stepping into the room. Jeb whirled
around, to be met with a fist to the solar plexus. He doubled over, and
Jason's fist crashed down on the back of his head. Only Kylie's shocked,
"Jason, no!" caused him to pull the blow; instead of a killing blow, as he
had intended, it merely knocked the older man senseless, leaving him
sprawled on the floor at Jason's feet.

"Jason... oh no." Kylie hung in the ropes, sobbing brokenly. "No, no,
no...."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then let it out, forcing himself
to stay calm. He picked up a pair of the handcuffs laying on the table and
cuffed Jeb's hands behind his back, then cuffed his feet together. Before
turning back to Kylie and letting her down, he dragged the man into the
cage and locked the door. "It's okay. I've got you. You're safe."

She clung to him, crying, burying her face in his chest. "S-sorry, sorry,
I'm so sorry."

"For what?" he asked. "You didn't do anything, that bastard did. How long
has he been molesting you?"

"F-for lying to you. I'm so s-sorry. Please d-don't hate me, oh god,
please!"

He tilted her chin up. "Kylie, you asked me to trust you. I did. I
suspected this, but I wasn't going to force you to talk about it. It's
okay." He kissed her softly. "How long?"

"S-since the very f-first night. I can't stand it, I can't stand that you
know!" Kylie pulled back from him and covered her face with her hands.

"Kylie, look at me. Look at me!"

She shook her head frantically. "I can't, I can't..."

"Trust me," he said, softly.

"Jason..." she whispered brokenly. Slowly, reluctantly, she raised her face
to look at him, eyes full of pain and shame.

"I. Don't. Care," he said, staring into her eyes, trying to leave her with
no room for doubt. "I wish this hadn't happened to you, but it doesn't
change anything. At all. I still like you."

Kylie reached for him desperately. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I trust you. I
need you, oh god... please hold me, oh please!"

Jason pulled her close, holding her tight. "Kylie, there are some things I
have to do now. Where's your phone?"

"NO!" She looked up at him with wide-eyed fear. "Don't leave me!"

He stood up, lifting her in his arms. "Okay. I won't. Is there a phone
upstairs?"

"W-why? What are you going to do?"

"I have to call some people, Kylie," he said. "The police. My dad. Mr.
Rourke."

Kylie started crying hysterically. "NO! You can't tell anyone! Please,
please don't, please don't tell! I'll do anything, please don't tell...."
Her pleas became garbled, an incomprehensible mix of English, Chinese, and
Tibetan.

Jason glared at her father when he laughed nastily from the cage. "Shut the
fuck up, asshole. You don't _have_ a good way out. If I don't call the cops
I'll just kill you. You'll never hurt her again."

"Aren't you just the hero, boy?" Jeb sneered. "You won't kill me, not in
front of her. I trained the little whore well. She'll never testify against
me. You're just the crazy boyfriend, jealous of even her loving father, who
found out that I was a bit kinky and came up with a plan to accuse me of
molesting my little angel to get rid of me." His almost-black eyes, nothing
like Kylie's, glittered with a hint of madness, and he leered crookedly.
"There's nothing wrong with it, boy. She likes it."

"NO! no no no no no!" Kylie cried.

Jason looked at her. "Kylie, I can't let him hurt you. And Mr. Rourke
already suspects. So does his wife." He glared at Jeb. "She doesn't like
it, and you damned well know it. I don't know what kind of a sick bastard
could do that to his daughter, his own flesh and blood."

Jeb laughed maniacally. "Is _that_ your problem? Hell, if that's all it is,
don't worry. We can still share her. The cunt isn't my daughter. Her mother
was a slut, too. Obnoxious bitch, turning her nose up at my friends but
playing whore for every pencil-necked geek on campus. I've done better with
Kylie. She's _MINE_ you little shit! She'll never leave me, never!" He
wrenched at the bars, tearing muscles in his arms, trying futilely to break
them.

"He's lying!" Kylie said. "My mother wasn't like that! You cheated on her!
She wasn't like _YOU_! I hate you I hate you I hate you!" She dissolved
again into helpless tears. "Oh god, I want to die, oh please...""

"I think I need the phone. Right now," Jason said, slowly, an idea
crystallizing in his head.

"Please... please... don't tell," Kylie said, her voice odd, the words
sounding rehearsed. "You mustn't tell, you mustn't ever tell. We can't let
anyone know. Please, please, I'll do anything to keep you from telling."

Jeb laughed and laughed, madness in his eyes, as he watched her.

"Kylie... didn't you hear me? Mr. Rourke already knows." He carried her out
of the room and down the hall. "Kylie, you're stronger than that. Trust me.
Please."

She blinked, her eyes coming back into focus. "Jason? Oh, Jason... oh god."
She closed her eyes, shuddering, and nodded.

He kissed her. "Hey, do you know your dad's blood type?"

"What?" She looked at him tearfully. "Oh, Jason... you don't believe that
filthy lie, do you?!"

Jason looked at her steadily. "Frankly, Kylie, I hope it's the truth. That
means you wouldn't be related to that... that bastard. And I have a
suspicion... and if I'm right, you'll be very glad it's the truth." He
kissed her. "Think about it, love, would it _really_ bother you that much
if your mother wasn't monogamous? That wouldn't mean she cheated on him,
necessarily, just like you wouldn't be cheating on me if you slept with
Steve. And yet, if I slept with Candy, I _would_ be cheating on you."

"She... she always told me... it was the only way to be safe," Kylie said.
"Never do it, never allow it, because he'll hurt you if you do. She
_wouldn't_, Jason. She hated it. Two brothers asked her to marry when I was
5, but she turned them down because she believed in monogamy, that it was
the only right way."

"But maybe she didn't always. Maybe she got hurt by that bastard upstairs,
and decided that monogamy was the only way to be safe." He kissed her
again, carefully navigating the stairs. "Wouldn't you rather not be related
to him?"

Kylie shuddered. "I... I don't know. I'm so confused, Jason. I'm so
scared!"

"I know. I'm here. I'll keep you safe. _Do_ you know his blood type?"

She shook her head.

"What about your mother's?" he asked.

"A positive."

"And yours?" he asked.

"I'm AB," she said.

"Does your dad have anything like medical records around here?" he asked,
looking around for the phone.

"I don't think so." she said hesitantly, then frowned. "Wait... he was in
the army. Look on his key-chain by the door."

He carried her over to the door, and Kylie closed her eyes. "Jason... I
don't want to know!"

"I won't tell you then, unless I have to," he said.

She opened her eyes and sighed. "No... I have to. You're right." She
reached out and took them, sorting through the keys for the tag. She stared
at the it, growing paler and paler, until she started to shiver
uncontrollably, and her teeth began to chatter.

Jason looked down at it as she whispered, "Mama...."

The blood type was plainly designated as 'O+'.

Jason squeezed her. "Look at me."

Kylie took a deep, shuddering breath and looked at him, totally lost.

"Your mother was trying to protect you," he said. "She got hurt. She didn't
want you to get hurt, because she loved you."

"I don't know what to believe anymore," she whispered.

"Believe this. She wanted you to be safe." He carried her over to the
couch. "Can I set you down and call Mr. Rourke?"

Kylie clutched at him, shivering. "Jason, why do we have to tell anyone?"

"Because otherwise he can still hurt you. Kylie, trust me. Please." Jason
looked at her pleadingly. "I haven't changed how I feel about you. Neither
will Mr. Rourke.""

"I... I trust you," she said, softly. "You can call. I wish you wouldn't. I
don't think he would try anything again, not since you... _know_. I really
don't."

"I do. Or he might kill you. He's not sane." He set her down and kissed her
gently. "I'm going to call him. I'll be right over there."

Kylie nodded, pulling her legs up on the couch and wrapping her arms around
them, as he walked over to the phone and dialed Mr. Rourke's number.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Rourke?" he said. "It's Jason. We've got a problem."

"What's wrong? Where are you?"

"I'm at Kylie's. I caught him in the act." He hesitated, and lowered his
voice. "Mr. Rourke, this is important. What's your blood type?"

"Caught him-- where's Kylie? Is she okay?" Rourke asked, worried.

"She's right here on the couch," Jason said. "The bastard's handcuffed in a
cage upstairs. Mr. Rourke, that really was an important question. So's
this. Is there any chance you are Kylie's real father? That asshole isn't.
Wrong blood type."

Dead silence for a moment. "What blood type is she?"

"AB."

"Dear god," Rourke said. "Call the police if you haven't, I'll be there in
10 minutes."

"I'm about to," Jason replied. "And Mr. Rourke? Finding out her mother
wasn't monogamous was a shock. She's pretty upset."

"I'll be there as fast as I can. Keep her away from him."

"Trust me," Jason said, before hanging up and dialing 911.

"911, nature of your emergency, location, and name please."

"My name is Jason Brickland," he said. "I'm at 1201 South Wisteria. I just
caught my girlfriends father in the act of raping her. I need a cop here to
get rid of him before I just kill him."

"I'm dispatching a unit now. Where is the suspect right now? Are you in the
house with him? Is he armed?"

"He's handcuffed and locked in a cage," Jason said. "He's got this room,
with all sorts of stuff... whips and things. We're downstairs."

"Good Lord," the operator whispered, obviously shaken, then recovered. "I'm
sending an ambulance. Is she hurt, bleeding?"

"No. He was very careful not to leave marks, and I think I actually caught
him before he started using them." He hesitated. "She says he's been doing
it since the first night she came to live with him after her mother's
death."

"How old is the victim?"

"She's 16. She's lived with him for 3 years." He hesitated again. "It's
important that she not see him, not at all. He's got her... brainwashed or
something. It's scary."

"Don't worry. I'm briefing the unit," the operator said. "They'll protect
her. Stay on the line with me until the EMT guys get there. Stay with her.
She may go into shock. They're on their way."

"I need to call my dad, get him over here," Jason said.

"Give me the number and I'll get him on the line."

He gave her the number. "You might not want to tell him exactly why, just
that I need him here asap."

"I'm patching you through direct. Hold on."

Jason waited, anxiously, looking over at Kylie. He heard the sound of
dialing, then ringing, and his father answered. "This is the 911 operator.
I'm putting you through to your son. Hold on." _click_ "You're connected."

"Dad? I need you at Kylie's, right now. Sooner if you can. I caught the
bastard in the act."

"Is she hurt?" his father asked. "Are _you_ okay?"

"I'm fine," he said. "She's... he's not her dad. She's pretty freaked out."

"I... son, do you need a lawyer?"

"No. I haven't killed him," Jason said. "Yet."

"Alright. I'm on my way," his father said. "Unless... how bad is it? I
don't want to scare her more."

"I... I don't know. But I think I need you here," Jason said. "Mr. Rourke
is on the way over, too."

"Then I'm coming son. You be careful. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks." He heard the sound of sirens. "I hear the cars. Do you need me to
stay on the phone?" he asked the operator, as Kylie looked up in wide-eyed
panic and started to shake.

"No, they say they're there. Good luck."

Jason hung up and rushed over to Kylie, holding her close. "It's okay. I'm
here. You're safe. You're safe."

"Jason... don't leave me, please don't leave me," she begged.

"I won't. I won't," he said. "Just tell them the truth. You'll be fine."

The door burst open and two policemen, guns drawn, burst through the door,
looking around quickly. They stepped aside and motioned through a pair of
paramedics who rushed over to Kylie. She cringed away from them, and the
female of the pair glared at the male who backed away a bit. She approached
again, more calmly. "Honey? Honey, let me check you out, okay?"

"You're okay, Kylie," Jason said. "Let her make sure you're okay."

Kylie was shaking violently, but she nodded, letting the woman start to
unfold her. She clung to his hand desperately. The woman kept up a stream
of soothing talk as she started taking Kylie's vital signs.

One of the armed policemen approached Jason. "You called? Where's the...
suspect?"

"He's upstairs, hand-cuffed, in a cage. End of the hall." He swallowed.
"Please don't bring him where Kylie can see or hear him at all."

The policeman looked down at Kylie, and his jaw clenched. He looked around,
and walked over to peek through a door. Leaving it open and coming back to
Jason, he said, "That's a den. Take her in there and close the door. We've
got to bring... it... down the stairs." His partner had already headed up
the stairs.

The paramedic frowned, but nodded. "Come on, honey. We're going to take
care of you. You're going to be just fine."

Jason stood up, carrying Kylie, and took her to the den. He sat down on the
couch with her in his lap. "I think I stopped him before he really managed
to do anything... this time."

She nodded as she finished checking Kylie over, then frowned and pulled a
blanket from the couch, draping it over her. "I want to take her in to the
hospital. She's right on the edge of shock. We can monitor her and give her
something to let her sleep."

"No!" Kylie said, panicked.

"Kylie, if you need to go to the hospital. you need to go to the hospital,"
Jason said.

"No! You promised you'd stay with me! Don't let them take me away!"

Jason looked at the paramedic helplessly. "Can I stay with her in the
hospital?"

The paramedic looked at the way Kylie was clinging to him, and sighed.
"Sweetheart, you need... shit. Don't cry honey, no one's going to take you
away from him. We'll do what we need to do here." She looked up at him,
"I'm not going to put her through _more_ trauma. I _am_ going to administer
a sedative, though, and you're to keep her warm. See if you can get any hot
liquids to stay down. If she's not any better by morning, bring her
straight to the ER, got it?"

Jason nodded. "I will."

The paramedic pulled out a bottle of drops. "Open your mouth, honey, and
hold up your tongue. There we go... hold it there... good, good, now
swallow. Good girl. That should hit soon."

"Do y'all need to get her statement now?"

She nodded. "I'm afraid so. Yours, too," she said, as he heard a loud
bumping noise on the wall outside.

"Okay. Kylie?" Jason said, "Remember that nothing you say is going to make
me think worse of you. I already saw it. You just tell them the truth."

Kylie shivered and nodded. She went deathly pale as they heard Jeb's
maniacal laughter in the other room. It lasted	for just a second, before a
cop swore violently and there was a fleshy thud, cutting the laughter off
abruptly.

Jason hugged her. "Kylie? Look at me. Look at me. You're safe. I promise."

A moment later, the den door opened, and a different cop, one he hadn't
seen before, stepped through with a notepad. "Hi folks. I'm Detective
Ramirez, and I need to take your statements."

Kylie kept her eyes on Jason, and he could see the panic building up.
"Jason... I can't... I can't tell. I mustn't."

"You can," he said soothingly. "You're strong enough. I'm here. You're
safe. You can tell them. They know why you're here. You can do this, I
promise."

"I... don't know what to say." He could feel her muscles relaxing as the
strong sedative started to take effect.

"Just tell them the truth," he said. "Start at the beginning."

Kylie shivered again, and said, in a childish, almost singsong voice, "Bad
girl, mustn't tell. Dirty girl. Never tell. You can never tell. Anything
but tell." Her head dropped forward tiredly onto his chest.

The cop snapped his pencil in two.

"Kylie? You can tell them. It's all right. I'm holding you. Just tell them
what happened," he said. He looked at the cop, his anger quite visible in
the tense lines of his face, though the rest of his body was carefully
relaxed.

"He'll hurt me," she said. "He'll hurt me and hurt me. He'll find me
anywhere, and if I tell, he'll kill me."

"No, he won't. I'll protect you. I promise. You're safe. Safe."

"Only with you. Don't leave me," Kylie begged.

"I won't leave you."

The cop looked at him. "Why don't you give me your statement first, and
then I can just ask her if she agrees with the order of events? It won't do
for the trial, but it will for tonight."

Jason bit his lip. "I don't want there to be any question that I influenced
her testimony." He looked down, tilting Kylie's head up. "Kylie? Will you
tell them? For me? I won't leave you, I promise. I'll keep you safe."

Kylie swallowed hard, breathing too fast, but shuddered and nodded. "For
you. Only for you."

Jason nodded. "I'm here," he said, holding her close.

The cop looked at her with obvious sympathy. "Go ahead, miss. Whenever
you're ready."

"J-just tonight, or f-from the start?" she asked, shaking.

"From the start, love," Jason said.

Kylie closed her eyes. "M..my mother died when I was 13, and I had to come
live with my... with him here in America. I did not want to, but there was
no one else. I didn't know him at all. He picked me up from the airport,
and told me that I had to earn my keep. My English was not so good at the
time, so I did not understand him that well. I told him that I would try to
make him proud of me. I did not know why he laughed until we got to his
home."

"There he...." She broke off, biting her lip, and Jason gave her a little
squeeze. "He... took me upstairs, into h-his special room. He tied me to
the wall and c-cut away my clothes. He touched me everywhere, like he was
examining me. He even made notes in a small book. Then he took me down and
shoved me in the cage. He stood by the cage, leaning over it and... touched
himself until he ejaculated. Then he left me until morning. The next day,
he did it again, and again. When he left me alone, he would play a tape,
telling me what to say. If I did not say it when he came back, he would
beat me. If I did, he would give me food, or allow me to go to the
restroom."

Jason looked at the cop, and though his body was relaxed, his face was a
mask of murderous rage. He shouldn't have listened to her, he thought. He
should have broken the bastard's neck.

Kylie stopped, shuddering. "I don't know how long I was in there the first
time. But I was not allowed out until I behaved correctly, respectfully. I
h-had to p-p-prove I was r-ready to be trusted. I...." She broke off,
crying, and Jason hugged her again.

"I... had to show him how grateful I was, for what he gave me. He said if I
m-made him v-very happy, he'd l-let me stay a virgin. So I did. I tried and
tried, and it hurt my throat so bad, but I did not want to have a baby for
him to hurt... he said he would, that he would like that... I'm sorry, I'm
sorry! I'm sorry Jason! I had to lie to you, I couldn't tell, I couldn't."

"It's okay, love. It's okay," he said, swallowing suddenly as he realized
what he'd just said. He never told someone he loved them, never. It was a
rule he never broke. He didn't want to give anyone the wrong idea. But...

"He... he said he would hurt _you_ if I didn't have sex with you this
week," Kylie said, interrupting his thoughts. "I didn't tell him, I promise
I didn't, but he said he'd waited long enough, and I had to get rid of it.
He found out somehow that I loved you, and said he'd hurt you, hurt you bad
so you could never play football again, so you'd be c-crippled, and it
would be my fault."

"It's okay," Jason said, his voice as gentle as his face was angry. "It's
okay... love."

Kylie curled into him, crying. "There are guns in the basement. He showed
them to me, he said he'd use them. I... I told him I would kill myself if
he raped me, and he said that if I did, he'd make sure you f-followed me."

Jason looked at the cop. "Do you need more?"

He nodded reluctantly. "I'm sorry, I need to know what happened tonight."

"Okay, tell him what happened tonight, love."

He caught a fleeting question in her eyes, confused and uncertain, and she
whimpered, then took a deep breath. "I... I agreed to do whatever he
wanted. I couldn't let him hurt Jason. Th..then he wanted me to please him,
with my mouth, and I started to, but... suddenly I couldn't stand it, so I
ran and hid beneath the bathroom cabinet. He found me, and drug me out by
my hair. I screamed, and he hit me." She raised a hand to her bruised
cheek. "I'm not sure exactly what happened after that... he took me to my
room, and lifted me by my hair, and then I remember Jason hitting him and
he fell down. That's all."

The cop looked down at what he had written, his face tense to the point of
breaking. "That's enough. That's more than enough."

Jason looked at the cop. "You need mine now?"

He nodded. "Would it be easier for her if you gave yours in private?"

"Would it?" Jason asked, looking at her.

Kylie lay her head against his chest, eyes closing. She seemed just barely
conscious. "Don't leave me," she whispered.

"Okay. You rest." He stroked her hair, mouthing to the officer to wait a
couple of minutes, waiting for her to fall asleep.

The cop nodded, rubbing his forehead. It didn't take long; the sedative was
apparently a very strong one. Soon, she was limp in Jason's arms.

"Okay," Jason said quietly. "Yesterday morning, Kylie and I were called
into the principal's office. We're in the Program this week. She took it...
hard. Pretty much freaked out. I did what I could to help her. Yesterday
after school, her dad-- the man she thought was her dad-- showed up before
she could get dressed again." He hesitated. "Something... wasn't right. I
couldn't pin it down, I honestly don't think I could even now, but
something about the way he looked at her... Anyway, I gave him a bullshit
story about having to write a report on dressing her, so he let me get her
dressed. Today, this morning, she didn't look good. I made some mistakes in
talking to her before first period, and she got pretty upset, which led to
us having a couple of long conversations. A couple of times, things she
said or the way she reacted made me suspicious. At lunch she, um, gave me a
hand-job-- this was after we became a couple. She totally freaked when she
realized that she had my, um, semen on her. Told me she couldn't let
'people' think she wasn't a virgin anymore, but she hesitated before saying
people, like she'd originally been going to say something else."

Detective Ramirez frowned. "Go on."

Jason looked down at the girl asleep in his lap. "I was pretty sure then. I
asked her what was wrong, and she told me she couldn't tell me. I didn't
want to push, so I let it go. Later, in English, she ended up giving me a
blowjob. Now, I know she's a virgin— I'd touched her enough down
there to be sure. And I know for a fact that the hand-job she gave me was
the first she'd ever given. She didn't have a clue what to do. Officer, I'm
not trying to brag, but I'm over nine inches when I'm hard, and pretty big
around. There's no way a girl could deep throat me on the first blowjob
she's ever given, especially without choking. And I'm on the football team,
and I was at my last school. I've had _lots_ of blowjobs, from girls who'd
given lots of them. And I have never had a blowjob even _close_ to that.
Ever."

The cop murmured, "I tried and tried, and it hurt... son of a bitch..." He
nodded at him to continue.

Jason sighed. "I walked her home, and she seemed nervous about being seen
with me, so I kissed her goodbye at the corner. After practice, I decided
to come by here..." He hesitated again. "I'm not sure why. I just had a bad
feeling. When I got here, I knocked on the door, but there was no answer.
Then I heard him yelling. He said, 'Come back here, you little
cock-tease!'." He looked at the cop. "I tried the door, and it wasn't
locked. I could hear him yelling at her as I made my way up the
stairs— he'd found her and dragged her to... that room." He didn't
blink. "I stepped in the room and told him he was a dead man. And I meant
it. I'm a second-dan black belt in jujitsu, and I had every intention of
killing him— but she asked me not to." He looked down at her for a
second, then back at the cop. "I didn't. I just knocked him out. Now I wish
I had killed him. Let me make one thing plain, Officer. I won't make that
mistake again. He's made threats, and I have to consider them credible
threats, to kill or maim both me and my girlfriend. If he attacks me, I
will assume he intends to kill me and I will respond with lethal force. And
I will consider him coming within my reach an attack." He held the cop's
gaze for a moment before continuing. "I handcuffed him and put him in the
cage, then got her loose. He woke up, said she'd never testify, and that
she wasn't his daughter anyway. He's right. He cannot possibly be her
father. I called a friend of her mother's to come over here— he
should be here any second. He might be able to help us find her real
father."

"The rest you know."

Ramirez nodded. "I don't think you have to worry about him. There's more
than enough here to put him away. We've searched the house. I _saw_ that
room, and there's probably enough DNA evidence in there to convict him all
on its own." His eyes flashed angrily. "There's also _one_ furnished
bedroom in this house. And a chain at the foot of the bed. The only thing
that would be more incriminating would be if the bastard had taken pictures
or kept a journal, and from what she said, he just might have. If he did,
we'll find it." He lowered his voice, "And I never said this, but I will by
god make sure that everyone knows what the bastard is in for. Some things,
even murderers won't tolerate."

Jason looked at the cop. "Thanks. I..." He looked down at her. "I didn't
really know her yesterday. I've never found a girl I liked enough to want
to be more than friends with. And... I think this is more than just like."
He looked back up. "I _will_ kill to protect her. But I'd really rather not
have to."

The cop straightened up. "There were two older men arriving just as I came
in here. One looked enough like you that I'm betting he's your dad? And the
other is probably the friend you've been waiting for. I'll send them in."

Jason nodded. "Thanks." He hesitated. "Could you let them have a copy of
our statements? It'd be easier if she didn't have to tell them herself."

The cop hesitated. "Yours, yes. Hers, no. That's her choice."

Jason sighed. "Could you stick around outside for a minute after they come
in? There's a possibility that might change that, but it's not for me to
talk about."

He frowned. "Well, I'm not really supposed to, but... okay."

"Thanks." Jason looked thoughtful. "Actually, there's a possibility it
could be relevant to the situation. You might need to get another
statement, I don't know. Depends on whether what I suspect is right.""

"I'll stick around a bit. They're still searching the house, anyway." He
nodded to Jason and stepped out.

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