The Deputy by Victor Gischler Read Free Book Online

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    I bit my lip to keep back a yelp, tears quickly filling my eyes. Oh, fucking shit! Felt like a hot match head on the end of my dick. I tried to work the zipper down slowly, sweat bubbling on my forehead and behind my ears. The argument between Molly and Roy was getting louder, but I tuned it out, still trying to work my zipper without ripping a hole in my dick.
    There was a smear of warm blood on my fingers when I finally unjammed the skin from the zipper. I wanted to weep, but the blinding hot pain slowly subsided. I had to stop myself from moaning relief.
    I heard “Goddamn little cunt” and the smack of skin on skin so loud it made me jump. Sounds of a struggle, grunting. I put my hand on the closet doorknob, hesitated, not quite ready to explain what I was doing in this underage girl’s closet. It was difficult to just stand there and listen, but I made myself be patient.
    Then I heard Molly scream, “Leave me the fuck alone!” and storm out of the room.
    Roy chased after her with, “Don’t turn your back on me!”
    I waited another moment, heard the muffled argument elsewhere in the house. I pushed the door open and headed for the window when I saw the coast was clear, bumped my shin on the way out. I tumbled down, sprawled in a pile on her yard.
    “Shit.”
    I stood slowly, still a vague sting at the tip of my dick, my right shin throbbing.
    I looked at the house, telling my body to turn around and go about the business of the night, but I knew I could-n’t do that. Molly had told me she’d caught her stepdad looking at her a bunch of times, and not a good kind of look. Sort of creepy and licking his lips, so Molly locked her door every night before bed. If I walked away, and anything happened to her, it would be my fault.
    I went up the front steps, knocked, waited, knocked some more.
    The porch light came on, and I heard the rattle of chains and locks and then the door opened. Roy stood swaying, looking at me with one eye closed. A cloud of bourbon almost knocked me back down the steps.
    “What do you want?”
    “Neighbors called in a domestic dispute. I need to know the trouble.”
    “Shit.” Roy snorted. “I know you. I know why you’re here.”
    “Been drinking tonight, sir?”
    “Fuck you.”
    “Roy, maybe you’d better spend the night with a friend so there’s no problem here after I leave. Grab somebody’s couch and sleep it off.”
    Another snort. “You think I take that star on your chest seriously? You think anybody does?”
    “This is serious police business, Roy.”
    “Kiss my ass.” He started to close the door.
    I shoved my leg in, pushed the door open again. “Hold on.”
“Get your fucking hands off—”
    He came at me, a sloppy leap, and I stepped aside. He stumbled down the porch steps, tried to turn and punch at me while he was falling and he ended up on his ass at the bottom. He winced, rubbed a bruised elbow.
    “Settle down, Roy.”
    “You little—you fucking—prick.” He heaved out the words between breaths, wheezing and red faced, made a grab at my pants.
    I put a boot against his shoulder and kicked him back. He sprawled, looked straight up in the sky, still muttering curses. I didn’t feel like a hero picking on a drunk fat man twice my age, but I wasn’t broken up about it either. I was-n’t looking to defend Molly’s honor with some kind of a fair fight, and if Roy was too blitzed to hit back that was all right by me. Frankly, it felt good to dominate the situation for a change.
    “You want me to call Chief Krueger? Maybe you’ll listen to him.”
    Roy sighed out a groan.
    “Maybe you’d take the chief more seriously. What do you say about that, Roy?”
    He didn’t say anything.
    “How about it? Get the chief on the horn?”
    “Okay, I fucking get it,” Roy said. “I’ll go to Howard Boyle’s house. It’s only two blocks.”
“Hand over your keys.”
    “Oh, now what the fuck for? Jesus.”
    “I can’t have you sneaking back five