Phillip was your best friend. You made a joke senior year that if you didn’t get married by 35 you’d marry each other. And this year, you turn 35. You have 2 dogs and 2 cats, Nora Buster Ambrose and Agatha. They’re your best friends. Most nights you spend at home, content with a young adult dystopian novel and a hot cup of tea. With a smile on your face, you curl into the couch with a little cupcake on the side table. A knock sounds at the door, eliciting a groan from you.
I just got comfy. This better be good.
You swing the door open to find a bouquet of roses on your porch and a little note.
It’s here. That year. That day. That time. A promise was made and I told you it would happen. Little did we know here we’d be. Actually doing it. <3
Sitting back for a moment, the memory washes over you. “No way.” You whisper, looking to street to see a 1996 Chevy truck parked at the end of your drive. Fairy lights draped around it, rose petals littered across the ground.
“Damn it, just hold on she’s coming out. No, stop.” You start down towards him.
“No fucking way.” You whisper, sprinting towards him. Phillip Kopus standing there dressed to the nines and a grin on his lips. He spins you around and drops you to your feet.
“I made a promise to you, sweet dove. I promised you I would marry you at 35. Well I’m 35, and you’re 35. So all systems are a go. You ready to get married?” He asks with a grin.
“Phillip John Kopus, you are not about to ask me that. No. Holy fuck. You are such a damn fool, I love you so much. Yes, of course yes!” You laugh and cry, tears of joy running down your face. You spent the first 20 years of your life with him, ten years without him, and here he was again. This was it this was the end game.
“Thank god, I was gonna strip and stalk you naked until you said yes.” He laughs, and so do you. Behind his truck was Marie, Junior, Jack, and Harold and his family. A little celebration. Just enough. It was beautiful.
“Here.” He holds out a ring to her. A dainty little ring with a little diamond in the center.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* you woke up to knocking at your front door. Living on the mountain wasn’t easy but you wouldn’t have any other way. *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* “jesus christ I’m coming” you opened the door to find Kopus standing there holding his shoulder.
“Fuck what happened? Is that blood?”
“yeah I had a little accident” he answered “yeah no shit Phillip, jesus come in.” you moved to the side to let him in the house “go sit at the table, I’ll get the first aid kit”
when you came back, Kopus was sitting the table looking awkward. “Okay take off your shirt” you told him “if you wanted me shirtless all you had to do is ask y/n” Kopus said flirtatiously, “yeah yeah, just let me stitch you up so you can get the hell out of here.” you said to him.
You got a needle and thread, some alcohol and gauze pads, and started to clean up his shoulder. “So are you going to tell me what happened, or are you going to keep the mysterious aura you have right now.” you asked him. “Well it had something to do with mike.” he answered “jesus what did you do ?” “I fucked his girl okay.” he said “and then she just shot you? Are you really that bad in bed because as far as I remember” you trailed off “no no not that, I kinda gave her some money and she figured out what I did to mike.”
“mmhmm I see, so she shot you cause you killed Mike, you’re real discreet” you teased “yeah well we can’t all be saints, shit that hurts” he exclaimed pulling away from you “hold still I’m almost done, you big baby” you said finishing up his stitches “thanks for this y/n I know you didn’t have to but I’m glad you opened the door tonight, I don’t have a lot of people on the mountain who are glad I’m alive right now.” he told you
“yeah well we have too much history for me to just leave you bleeding out on my front porch all night long” you answered back “yeah well after the last time we saw each other I thought you were done with me”
“ again phillip I could never be done with you I love you too much to do that and you know it that’s why you came here” you confessed “ well I’m done so you can stay here or you can leave but i’m going back to bed” you said heading back to bed with phillip right behind you.
You and Phillip had been dating on and off for the past three years. The police were rolling in heavy and your heart stopped. Phillip was in trouble again. Going into the bedroom, you shake him and he groggily rolls over. In slow motion, your world starts to crumble around you.
“Phillip Kopus! ON THE GROUND!” Phillip drops to the ground, participating like a stand up citizen.
“Tell me, tell me what you did.” You beg. His eyes stare into ground, his lips unmoving.
“He killed Mike Parker, in cold blood.” Harold Jensen barks, dragging Phillip’s large frame out the door.
“Phillip!” You shout, sprinting to get in front of him. “You son of a bitch.” You snarl, hand cracking across his face. “You won’t ever be any different than your father.” You turn and wobble back into the house and drop onto the couch; defeated. They’d taken him, once again he was behind bars.
“Sweetie?” Marie calls from the door.
“In here.” You whimper out. Her familiar, comfortable face meets yours with a sad smile. “You gonna visit him?” She asks, wandering around cleaning and picking up a few things.
“I don’t know. He killed Mike. He killed him.” You murmur, staring out the window at nothing.
“I can’t believe that. But he and Mike into some crazy things, so maybe Mike deserved it.” She shrugs. “I’m not saying he deserved to die, I’m just saying maybe don’t judge Phillip so harshly.”
Two Months go by, no word from Phillip and he refused to see you. Today was your last visit. If you were declined again you’d give up on him. As you walk into the prison, you are stopped by a guard.
“Jack Kopus is asking for you.” You are led down a hall to see Jack Kopus at a table, always a sick smile twisting his lips upwards. It always made you feel gross.
“Hey pretty girl.” He growls, patting the table and waving to the open seat across the table.
“What do you want?” You snip, in no hurry to hear whatever Jack had to say.
“I hear Phillip’s here. Sometimes at night, he calls out for you.” He laughs. Your heart twinges, as Phillip wouldn’t see you.
“Okay? If all you wanna talk about is Phillip I’m gonna go. I’m actually not here to see you.” Standing, you hear Jack say something you never thought you’d here.
“You’re not the only pretty lady meeting him here. And he got released three days ago.” He barks.
“What?” You turn to him, brows furrowed and heart thundering. He was doing it to get under your skin. Shaking your head for a moment, you face the wall to compose yourself.
“Phillip was released already.” He grins darkly, his smile like something of the Joker’s.
“Anything else you want?” You nip.
“He’s banging another girl and he didn’t want you to know.” He snarls, continuing to try and break her.
“Well I guess if I haven’t seen him and he’s been out since Monday I guess I’ve been left in the dust.” She chuckles, waving to Jack as she starts out the door.
“He’s sleeping with Mike’s girl. That’s where he is. Trust me, sweet pea. I wouldn’t lie to you. Go ask them. See ya later, baby.” He assures, winking to you before letting you leave. Mike’s girl, why would she be sleeping with Phillip if she knew what he did?
“I’m here to see Phillip Kopus.” You state, leaning against the wall. Exhaustion was taking over already. Dealing with Jack took a lot out of a person.
“I’m sorry, he’s been released.” Released. You nod, your quaking legs carrying you out the front door and to your car. Collapsing onto the sidewalk, the tears falling down your face.
“Are you okay?” Asks a soft voice, and your eyes meet Mike’s girlfriend. Phillip’s big frame hulked behind her. Standing and feeling a rage you’d never felt before, you swing on her. Your fist connecting over and over with her face. Phillip’s big frame drags you to the ground and holds you there.
“Baby, you need to calm down. What the hell’s going on?” He asks, like you hadn’t seen him in two months. Struggling out from underneath him, you lunge at her again. Knocking her to the ground, you hold her down.
“I’m sorry.” She whispers, tears running with the blood down her face.
“HEY! What’s going on? Get off her and put your hands up.” A cop shouts. You do as he says, standing and raising your hands.
“Leave her alone.” Phillip barks at him.
“Ma’am, you the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held….” You block him out as he cuffs you, eyes narrowed on Phillip. Watching the horror in his eyes as you were dragged away from him and he couldn’t do anything. Getting put into a parked cruiser, he starts the car, giving her a moment before he shifts into drive and starts towards the station.
“Damnit! You okay?” He asks her. The last she sees Phillip his arms are around her.
“Jesus, what the fuck are you doing? Do you want let out? I won’t jail you if you don’t want. I just had to get you away from her. What the hell’s gotten into you?” It was Officer Rekker, your high school boyfriend that broke up with you over some silly girl.
“Rekker, I wanna sit in a cell until I don’t wanna kill her. You let me out right now,
I’ll hunt her down and kill her.” You snarl, giving him a dark look.
“Here, at least you can sit in the cell by my desk. I can keep an eye on you there.” He chuckles, and you do too, only a little, but it was a little relief.
“Rekker! What the hell is that? You know Kopus is out, right?” Harold calls from the other side of the room. He and Kopus got along alright, Jean being common ground for them.
“I know boss, she said she’d commit murder. I felt it in the best interest of the city to detain her. At least for a night.” He responds.
“Got you, and she was arrested why? And why is Kopus walking in here right now?” They point to the front door, where plain as day, there he stood. Phillip Kopus, anger radiating off of him.
“I don’t wanna see him.” You bark, stalking to the back of the cage and standing with your face against the cool brick.
“She doesn’t wanna see you. Kopus, back up. She doesn’t wanna see you.” Rekker stands in front of the cell, hand on the baton, ready for a fight.
“You think you’re so cool, don’t you. Became a cop just to make your life mean something? Guess what, you little fuck. You’ll never mean anything, I could kill you right now. And no one would fight me. Understand me, move.” He growls, so close to the cell. You could hear his breathing now, the heavy rise and fall of his chest.
“Kopus, she doesn’t want out. So tell me, do you plan on fighting her? Because I could swing this door open and she wouldn’t move. Did I need to prove it?”
“Swing it open.” He barks, watching in shock as the door is swung open and you continue to stand there against the wall.
“You’re free to go.” Rekker states, standing away and leaving the way open. You sit on the floor.
“Princess.” Phillip whispers from the door. “Do you really wanna stay here?” He asks.
“Yes! I wanna stay here away from you! You son of a bitch! I went every week for two months and you never once let me in! But here she was visiting you and you two were fucking! You couldn’t let me see you and you were fucking someone else! So excuse me if I don’t really wanna be around you! I hate you!” Tears fall down your face as you stand there.
“Baby, I was in a rough place. I’m so sorry you thought I was sleeping with her.” He whispers.
“Leave me here. I don’t wanna be around you. Your dad told me about your shit. About her visiting you. About you being out since Monday, yet you couldn’t give me the time of day. I need some time in here to come down. I wanna kill her. I wanna kill you. I wanna launch outta this cell and strangle you. I wanna kill you.” You grind through clenched teeth, anger seething between your pearly whites.
“Then do it.” He challenges, hands out at his sides.
“I won’t. I won’t stoop to your level.” You snap back, eyes narrowing on him.
“You fucking bitch.” He charges into the cell, hands reaching for your throat. You jump onto the bunk and jump on his back, wrapping your arms around his throat.
“How dare you, how dare you fucking talk to me like that. I was there to see you. And you wouldn’t let me see you, yet here you are. Pretending to care about me now. I wanna spend the night here. I wanna be detained away from you because I hate you. I’m gonna strangle you.” You swing, your fists slamming into his gut over and over again.
“I love you. I’m so sorry.” He whispers, pulling you against him. “Calm down.”
“Baby, I need some time away from you. I’m sorry, I can’t trust you.” You whisper, pulling away. “Rekker, get him outta here.” You call, heading over and sitting on the bench. Phillip braces himself, shoulders stretched back and squared.
“Don’t fight me, Kopus.” He barks, reaching for the taller man and dragging him out of the cell and taking him to the front door and leading him outside.
“You protect her. You keep her safe until she wants to come home. Something happens to her, I’ll kill you. I can’t get her to come out, but I’ll kill you if you hurt her.” He murmurs, pressing his first two fingers into his temples and them wiping his mouth nervously.
“I need you to vacate the premises, Mister Kopus. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at seven in the morning. That’s when she’ll be released.” He turns walks inside, heading to the desk. Phillip watches as he stops and talks to you, eliciting a laugh and a smile from you. He swallows hard, leaving the police station and heading towards the house. Maybe he’d go to the bar. He didn’t really know. He’d never been talked to like that. He’d never felt so helpless. Wandering into the bar for a drink, Marie is sitting at the bar.
“Tell me something,” he starts, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I need to win her back. At this rate Rekker’s gonna take her away from me. I can’t even think straight. She’s never acted this way.”
“I visited your father for the first time today.” She murmurs, and Phillip’s head shoots up to look at her. She was drunk, so drunk her eyes weren’t open.
“Ma, let me take you home.” He murmurs, lifting her from her seat and carrying her to his truck. He stops at a gas station and buys a thirty-two pack of beer and a fifth of whiskey before getting to her house and carrying her inside. Once he gets to his house he wanders inside, booze in his right hand. “Fuck me.” He barks, dropping the case of beer and the bottle on the floor when his eyes land on your spot on the couch.
“Tell me something,” he whispers, cracking open a beer. “I need you to tell me you still love me.”
The case was gone, the bottle only a drop left in the bottom, and Phillip tripping over nothing as he makes his way into the bedroom. He drops into the softest bed, kicking off his boots and dragging his drunk self up into a more comfortable position. He rolls over, facing your side of the bed. He sees you, and reaches for you but finds nothing but a blanket and a pillow.
“I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I’m so fucked up. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate everything about me, but I love you. And you saw that. You saw how damaged I was and you loved me anyway. I should have scared you. I’m so sorry that I didn’t. I love you, baby. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He repeats his mantra, tumbling off the bed and dragging open the nightstand. He pulls out his pistol and a letter he’d written almost a year ago. He planned it out, a night when you wouldn’t be home. And you weren’t home again. Between the alcohol and bad thoughts, you were the last thing he thought about.
“See ya later, princess. You need anything you let me know.” Rekker chuckles as you take off down the steps to the cruiser, the crisp morning air waking your senses.
“Hey Rekker! My car is at the prison, do you think maybe you could take me?” she asks, and smiles, racing her to the cruiser before taking off for the prison.
“Hey, really quick.” He starts, but you already knew what he was going to say. You grab his face and press a harsh kiss to his lips. He deepens the kiss, his gentle hands holding your head as you grab tightly to his uniform. Drawing back, his eyes wide and dark with lust, you both chuckle. “Well christ woman. Way to read my mind. I’ll see ya later.” He whispers, pressing one more gentle kiss to his lips before getting into the car and heading home.
As you walk in, you don’t hear any movement, and head to the bedroom to find a horrific scene in front of you. A note on your pillow, a gun dropped haphazardly onto the bed, and Phillip sprawled awkwardly across the bed. At first you give a shriek, assuming the worst. After a moment of panic, you shake him.
Gently, his brown eyes crack open to find you standing over him.
“Princess?” He asks, sitting up and lunging at you. Tackling you to the ground, he finds you still there under him, grinning like a fool.
“I love you, Phillip Kopus.” You murmur, grabbing him up for a kiss. Your lips pressed against his harshly, feeling the sparkling taste of his lips and sweet smell of his cologne and cigar smoke, leaving you laughing in pure joy.
“I’m so sorry, babygirl.” He murmurs, hugging tightly against him.
“Phillip, can we talk about this?” You hold the note up. He shakes his head.
“I was in a bad place last night. With you gone, with the alcohol, I couldn’t think straight. I’m sorry I scared you. I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m sorry, about it all. I’m sorry for everything. Make sure we get through our shit together. Okay?” He whispers, rolling to the side to let you up.
“You promise me you won’t kill anyone else?”
“I promise. You promise not to kiss any other officers?”
“I promise. Wait, how did you--” Your eyes meet his, and they dance with laughter.
“I saw the way you two were laughing last night. I knew it would be a moment. It’s alright baby. We’re gonna be okay.”
He was sitting across the table in the little cafe lounging area, kicked back in the chair and lazily looking through a magazine. His eyes flicking up to you every couple minutes or so, just to make sure you are still content doodling in your little sketchbook. A gentle smile graces his lips and a soft chuckle, watching you intently sketching away, curled around this little book rested atop your knee. Pulling out his notebook, he scribbled down something and slides it across the coffee table, leaning back and going back to his magazine article on waste and how to save the planet.
‘You’re kind of cute’ and he glances up just in time to catch your eyes meeting his. Your golden orbs drink in the smile on his face and the sweet twinkle in his eyes.
With the quietest giggle, you slide one back that reads, you’re not so bad’.
You two pass notes back and forth until he stands, abruptly disappearing. Shrugging, you dabble in thoughts of the beautiful man while you go back to sketching, and after ten minutes or so, he reappears with a couple drinks and some sandwiches.
“Let’s have some lunch and a real conversation.” He laughs, sliding the sandwiches over for you to choose your favorite and you obviously chose ham over turkey.
“ suppose you’re right. What are we going to talk about?” You ask, taking a bite of your sandwich.
“You can tell me what you’ve been sketching for an hour?” He smiles nodding to the book sitting next to you.
“Fine,” you slide the little sketch across the table for him to see. After close examination, he places it back on the table.
“That’s pretty good. Say, how about you draw me?” He chuckles, flexing one arm.
“Fifty bucks.” You laugh, pushing the sketch to the side. He slaps a fifty on the table in front of you without hesitation.
“I’ll pay for the fine art.” He assures, taking his hand away. You shrug, flushing and hiding for a moment to regain your poker face.
“Fine! Sit back and get comfy.” You bark, pointing your pencil at him with a stern shake and finding a clean page in your sketchbook and start to work sketching the model before you. I’m almost an hour, you have a finished rough draft. Sliding it across, you hand him the sketch and he grins. After your first coffee date you two make it a weekly thing, but you both draw at them now.
Phillip comes home with this. As a person in love with all animals, you couldnt believe this cruel joke. You shout from the kitchen how mad you are and what a sick joke as he told you he didn’t want pets. He comes in, dragging you against him by your waist.
“Baby. He’s all yours. Name him whatever you want. I found him at the dump. Charlie says he got left there.” You coo and hold the cat close to your chest. You couldn’t be more in love with the little fur baby.
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Side note slurry this is so lame, haven’t been so inspired recently, but this is my actual cat so please don’t steal these pics. ❤️
Y’all. This is a warning. WARNING. W A R N I N G!!!! For the rest of you 18++ here is sexy times with Phillip Kopus.
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WARNING
WARNING: there are SEXY TIMES about to happen.
You shared an apartment with Phillip, Harold, and Mike. Often you found yourself wandering through the house scantily clothed in attempt to catch the eye of a certain tall sexy badass. But recently Mike’s been the most into it. Mike had to work late tonight but Phillip would be home a little early so you decide to scamper around in a sports bra and shorts cleaning.
When you hear the door open you grin to yourself and continue washing dishes. A hand slips across your back and tickles the exposed skin and sending jolting chills up your spine. Sucking in a quick breath, you slowly turn to face him. Phillip Kopus.
“Mike home?” He rumbles near your ear.
“No, n-not til eleven tonight.” Words were never your strong suit. A little less after drinking a wine cooler and having Phillip’s fiery hands on her.
“Wow, that sucks.” His tones changes so quickly. Awestruck by his sincere sounding tone you whip back to the sink, feeling foolish. A tear lets loose just as Philip turns you back around. With a gentle swipe the tear is whisked away and he leans so close to you that his shirt brushes against your shoulder.
“I’m gonna ravage you. Leave you in pieces. And when Mike gets home you’ll still be quaking and whispering my name.” You shiver and nuzzle against his neck.
“I need you.” You manage before his arms wrap around you and hoist you off the ground, carrying you to his room.
“Baby. I need you to keep whispering.” He mutters as he wiggles out of dirty denim jeans and worn out, sun bleached tee.
“Phillip, fuck.” You whisper, nails nipping at the nape of his neck, leaving little crescent moons in their wake.
“Swear to god.” He roars, yanking your shorts and bra off before laying you down on the bed. His eyes drop on your supple breasts for a moment. Shoving all his blankets to the floor, he climbs atop you lips rolling your nipples around, causing your to squirm under him and your heart begins to pound off rhythm. ‘Ghud ghud’ ‘Ghud ghud’. You claw at his shoulders, begging him to slip into you. To fill you completely, but he doesn’t. He takes his time. He knows he has almost five hours to tease you.
“Baby. I need you to promise me. Mike doesn’t know about this.” He murmurs against your neck. You groan in agreement, not really caring about Mike right now. The only thing on your mind was Phillip’s hotness in your hand. You stroke the length of his cock through his thin boxers, rolling your thumb over the tip. Feeling dangerous, your eyes flick up to meet his only to find his head tipped back, eyes closed and mouth agape, heavily breathing.
Tugging at the elastic, you free his heat from its cage and flick your tongue against it.
He gives a groan, rolling against your cheek and corner of your mouth.
“Holy fuck.” He barks, grabbing a fistful of hair, causing you to moan against his thick long cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.
The quietest, “I want you inside me” gets him moaning against your neck, his hot breath against your skin sending goose bumps racing across your skin. His fingers hook into the lacy edges of your panties and he starts to pull them off. Dipping his head down, he licks a hot stripe up your heat leaving you reeling and crying out for more. You pulse with lust, your hand slipping down to your heat and your finger rolling around that sensitive little nub.
His big hand comes down and captures yours, removing it from the situation and holding it hostage above your head.
With your free hand you grab his thick cock and slip into your wet, tight heat, clenching around his cock and reveling in the moment. A second passes, before he starts rolling against you. In a hard but firm pattern, he rolls against you. Pressing hot kisses to your neck, he pulls out, flipping you on your stomach and sliding his hot, thick member in from behind you, his big hands rolling your buttocks around. Lost in the bliss, you begin to rock back against him and meet with the sound of slick skin against skin. A soft rhythm forms between the two of you til he turns you back over. Laying his heavy body atop yours, he slips into you with a hard thrust, sending you into a fit of rolling hips and moaning. Seconds seem to pass and you feel your body start to tighten. He reaches his thumb down to that special little button and gives it a good twist and rolls the tip of his cock around it before thrusting deep into you and sending you over the edge. Nails digging into his back, teeth clenched together and legs gripped around him, you thrust to meet him a couple harsh times to come down and he takes a hold of the back of your neck and thrusts deep a couple times before he finishes on your stomach.
Lying there, cum dried to your tummy, his hand resting lazily against your tit, you smiled dumbly. You were happy. Genuinely happy. Phillip was it. He was the man you always dreamed of. He was the man you wanted to have spontaneous sex with and kiss in public. Phillip presses a warm kiss your cheek before pulling you tighter against him.
You laid next to Harold, thinking about Phillip. It was wrong and you knew it. But something about him, his ruggedness and softness, he was gentle in a way Harold didn’t understand. You and Phillip could sit in silence, watching a movie and be content. You and Phillip could hang out for hours at a picnic table talking about anything he would bring up. You loved Phillip. It was hard to admit but you had feelings for him, feelings that you and Harold hadn’t had in a long time.
You sat on the couch opposite Phillip, both on your phones, your feet just resting over his calves that were outstretched.
“Ugh! I’m starving! Want anything?” As you root through the cupboards, looking for something to snack on. Harold was at work and wouldn’t be back til later so obviously you didn’t need to cook anything for him just yet. You start on making some boxes Oriental rice of some sort, hoping there would be enough for the three of you.
“It’s all good, I can help.” He assures reaching for the fridge door just as you do, giving him a jolt you didn’t understand. Shrugging, you step away and crack a joke about him being so tall.
“Bugs, calm down. I felt it too.” He chuckles, putting an arm around you. You didn’t know where this was headed but it couldn’t be anywhere good.
“Oh fuck. Phillip, I’m so sorr—“ he presses his nose close to yours and your eyes meet in a way they never met before.
“Tell me no, right now. Tell me to stop. Because if you don’t stop me I’m gonna kiss you.” You shivered but didn’t speak a word. Just kept your nose against his cheek, letting out a shaky breath. His breath is hot on your face and smells of menthols and mint.
“I love you.” He stammers before pressing his lips to yours in an effort to make you forget what he said.
“Phillip, I-“ he presses his lips back to yours, rebelling in the jolt of joy radiating through him. He’d done it. He’d finally done it. The electricity between you two finally connected you.
“Sorry.” He grumbles against your cheek, still heavily breathing against your ear.
Warnings: Language, violence, possible trigger warning, kidnapping
You were a Parker, Mike’s younger sister to be exact. Currently you were riding around in a trunk, listening to babbling Albanians muffled banter. Every now and again you hear a mention of the ‘big indian’ and you know it’s Kopus. As you bounced around, bumping into the inside of the lid, back and forth. All of a sudden, the breaks were slammed, sending you bashing into the backseat of the car, groaning in pain. Not only did you have bruises decorating your arms, but a few cuts and scrapes from bumps in the road. A loud thump echoes through the little space you were cramped in. Every bone and joint ached from being in such a small space.
Muffled voices outside make you awkwardly comforted. This was obviously not part of the plan as the Albanians were shouting and carrying on. A gun shot echoes, and the deep voice you were hearing was suddenly silenced. Fear begins to ice the red hot feeling of escaping. Shouting ensues once more, and you begin to quake as a key scratches against the truck latch. As if you were free, the truck flies open, sunlight flooding in and blinding you for a moment. As your eyes adjust to the bright sand, they land on the hulking figure laying in the sand.
“Phillip!” You scramble from the trunk to the ground, skittering across the sand to the motionless body.
“Don’t touch me.” The body whispers with the tiniest sound. He was playing. You continue crying, hands hovering over his back. You turn to face who you think are the Albanians, to find that Mike has single handedly fought off the three men, and you watch one grab onto a gun. Springing for him, you tackle the gunman, the pistol misfiring in the tussle and shooting you in the upper thigh. Grunting in pain, you add another mental chalk tick to your tally board. Your elbow digs into his chest, pinning him to the ground before you bash his forehead with the butt of a buck knife from his hip.
“Easy Rin, it’s over.” Phillip lifts you away from the body as gently shakes the knife from your hand; he lets it fall onto the earth, sand coating the bloody handle.
“Phillip, I-” He gives another calming shush, hand putting pressure on your thigh and putting you in the passenger’s seat of his truck, letting Mike slide you to tuck between the two of them. “I think I’ve lost too much,” you breathe deeply and getting very dizzy. “blood.” And with that you fall against Phillip while he whips into the parking lot of the local emergency room and sprints you inside.
“She was kidnapped. She lost a lot of blood. Call Harold Jensen.” He states calmly, almost as though he’d rehearsed it. They put in a call to the Captain and he arrives as you’re in for surgery. “Three Albanians kidnapped her. Mike’s little sister. And when they did, they beat her, she’s covered in bruises and cuts, she was shot in the thigh fighting off one of them, but she’s gonna survive. They’re all dead. Except one. He got out. Find him. Or they find the bumper.” He threatens, raising an eyebrow. Of course Harold knew he was referring to the bumper of his wife’s car that was used in a hit and run on the mountain.
“Parker?” Calls a doctor standing at the door. Phillip and Mike spring to action, following him to the room to find you sitting up happy, a smile on your bruised face.
“Rin, ya little brawler.” He gives a soft chuckle as his arms wrap gently around you in happiness; glad to be able to do so.
“You okay Rin?” Mike asks, watching in awkwardness as Phillip coos over you.
“I’m good. You okay?” You ask, finding it comforting to have your two favorite people cooing over you. “Phillip, stop. I’m fine.” You laugh, pawing at his shoulders to get him off you.
“Phillip, she said off.” Mike growls, grabbing his arm and yanking it away. All in a quick motion, Phillip has Mike against the wall, forearm against his throat.
“Mikey, we’ve been dating for almost two years, you didn’t know the whole time. Don’t ever try that shit again.” He growls, turning his attention back to you, watching you laugh at Mike’s shocked expression.
“Sorry, Mike. I didn’t know how you’d react.” You watch as the fear dissolves into anger, Mike’s face turning a crimson color as he starts towards Phillip.
“Not here. You go calm down and then we’ll talk. Go.” He growls, pointing to the door. Mike stalks out, slamming the door behind him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think he’d react like that.” You coo, looking into his eyes.
“It’s alright. I’d get mad if the roles were reversed. I understand where he’s coming from, but he was gonna kill me.” He states matter-of-factly, leaving you in shock.
After being dismissed and told to rest for a few days, no strenuous activity, Phillip was waiting on you hand-and-foot, not letting you do anything moderately physical. Mike found this sickening and didn’t visit often. Pressing a soft kiss to your lips, Phillip hugs you close on the couch as he puts on Red Road.
