Page 101 of Committed to You

Meredith puffs out some air but reluctantly walks over to the couch area and sits in the chair the officer points to.

I look at the other officer. “She’s gone crazy. I haven’t been with her in months, and I’ve told her it’s over. I want a restraining order for my girlfriend and myself.”

“I’m Officer Kelson. Can you show me these text messages and voice mails?”

“Sure, come with me.” I lead him to the elevator, and we head up to my room. When I open the door, Vivian wraps her arms around me. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, but Meredith’s crazier than I thought. This is Officer Kelson. He needs to see the messages she sent.”

“Ma’am.” He nods at Vivian.

“Hi. Let me get the phones. Come in,” Vivian says.

We walk into the sitting room, and Vivian grabs the phones in our bedroom and comes back with them. She hands her phone to Officer Kelson, and he looks at it. “The problem with this is it’s a blocked number.”

“It’s her,” I say.

“I’m not saying it isn’t. I’m saying that it’s not hard evidence.”

I unblock her number, and dozens of text messages start to come through that she must have sent after I blocked her. “Wow. I don’t even want to read these.” I hand the phone to the officer.

It takes him several minutes to read them all. I put my arm around Vivian’s waist.

Officer Kelson looks up from my phone. “Can I listen to the voice mails?”

“Please.” I motion to him with my hands.

He puts it on speaker, and the next half hour is spent listening to Meredith’s voice.

My stomach feels queasy as I listen to her, knowing I’m subjecting Vivian to this as well.

The voice mails are the most bizarre, fucked-up messages I’ve ever heard.

In some, Meredith sounds normal. As if we’re together and she’s my girlfriend, just calling to talk.

There is a handful where she’s talking dirty to me about what she wants to do to my cock. In one, she is masturbating on the other end of the phone and cums, while pretending I’m with her, screaming out my name at her climax. By the time those clips are played, my face is beet red, and I’m beyond mortified.

Then there are the messages where she gets crazier, talking about how Vivian has brainwashed me and how she will pay for it. I pull Vivian closer.

I think we have to be through all the messages, but there are more where she rotates between sounding like my girlfriend, to talking dirty, to threatening Vivian again.

When the messages finish, Officer Kelson looks at Vivian and me. He scratches his head. “I’m going to write up a report. We will tell Ms. Smith to stay out of the hotel tonight and away from you, but I highly suggest you get a restraining order. These messages should be enough.”

“She called Vivian’s parents, too,” I tell him.

He raises his eyebrows. “I suggest you add your parents to the restraining order so she can’t contact them, either. I’m not sure how strong that one will be, but you can try.”

Vivian sighs. “Okay,” she quietly says.

“You can come to the station tonight, but in all honesty, if it were me, I would stay here and come tomorrow morning.”

“Vivian’s father was going to come to the station with us tomorrow.”

“That’s a good idea.” He hands me my phone and stands up. “I’m going to go join Officer Johnson downstairs and inform Ms. Smith she is to stay away from both of you and your parents. I will inform the hotel security as well, but if she does contact you again tonight, call us.”

“Thank you.” I walk him to the door and shake his hand. After I shut and lock the door, I go into the sitting room. Vivian is looking out the window. It’s dark, but the lights of the buildings in Chicago fill the sky. I put my hands around her waist. “I’m sorry you had to listen to all of that.”

Vivian turns into me. “She’s crazier than I thought.”

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