Page 42 of Loving Bad
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Taylor
The cops arrived quickly and a flurry of activity followed. While an officer who introduced himself as Officer Johnson questioned me, a couple of officers searched the building for the attacker. I didn't miss the look that the officer gave Sin as he began to question me.
"What's your name?" he asked as he gave me a kind smile.
"Taylor Price."
"Taylor Price," the officer murmured to himself as he wrote it down in his notebook. "Your name sounds familiar. Have you had any run-ins with the law?"
Oh no!
I swallowed hard. This couldn't be happening. I remained as calm as possible and shook my head. I hadn't had any run-ins with the law, but there was only one reason why my name might have sounded familiar.
Please don't let him remember why he knows my name, I thought to myself as I waited anxiously to see if he was going to question me further about it.
"What happened?" Officer Johnson asked me as he shot Sin a questioning look. Sin remained indifferent. It was like he was used to it. I felt relieved that he had moved on and wasn't going to ask any more questions about the fact that my name sounded familiar to him. I relayed the events best as I could. I couldn't stop myself from trembling in fear when I told him about the attack itself. An arm wrapped around my shoulders and I glanced to see Sin standing beside me.
"Did he say anything during the attack?"
I hesitated for a moment.
"He said that I was his whore," I said. I felt the heat of Sin's eyes on me. I left out the other part because it would be too embarrassing to say in front of Sin. It was like everything happening around us was making our arrangement out to be more than it was.
"Did you get a look at him?" the officer asked with his hand holding the pen to the small notepad.
"No."
I wrapped my arms around my body as I remembered the feel of his body pushing against mine. I wanted to throw up. He'd held me so hard I couldn't turn to look at him.
"Was there anything you noticed that would help us identify the attacker?" he asked.
I shook my head, feeling disheartened. The truth was I could walk past this guy at any time and have no idea who he really was. It was scary. The officer looked at me for a moment and then dropped his gaze to a notepad where he scribbled something down.
"Have there been any other incidents that you think might be related to this?"
"Yes," I answered. Sin stiffened beside me. It was time to lay it all out.
"There have been a few weird incidents," I began to explain as I rubbed my forehead. I was starting to get a headache and it was hard to concentrate.
"Take your time and start from the beginning," the officer suggested. I told him about all the incidents. When I got to the underwear incident, I felt Sin's arm tighten around my shoulders, but I didn't look at him.
"Why didn't you report your drink being spiked?" he questioned.
"I couldn't prove it," I replied. At the time, I'd thought it was an isolated incident. There was no way I could have known it was going to be so much worse.
"Did you keep the underwear?"
I shook my head, feeling stupid that I'd thrown away evidence that might have been able to lead the police to my attacker. At the time, I had just wanted to get rid of it so I could forget about the incident.
"Do you have somewhere to stay in the meantime?" Officer Johnson asked me. The truth was, I didn't. I'd have to try and find a hotel nearby. But I knew that once Connor found out what had happened, he'd be on the first flight here and he'd be packing my things for me. I rubbed my forehead as I tried to sort through my thoughts and decide what I was going to do.
"Ma'am?" the officer said.
"Yes, she does." I turned to face Sin, who was standing beside me. What was he talking about?
