A Kiss Behind Enemy Lines

Chapter 12
    The door bell rang after dinner that night, Clark had already run off to his friend’s house and I was sitting on the couch wondering if I could call Josh. Would he find that stalkerish? Would that be clingy? I ranted through the responses he would have as I got up from the couch to open the door.
    Dad was already asleep.
    The police officer knocked on the door again before I had the chance to open it. Summary, he did not look very happy to see me. His voice went stiff. “Hello, Ms. Hill.”
    “Can I help you with something, officers?” I asked in an uneasy tone as his partner walked up to the door. I liked the partner better, he had a shaggy beard and bright blue eyes that were sure to clear a room if he used them correctly. He couldn’t have been older than twenty five, probably new to the job.
    The first officer, a man in his late fifties with a very large gun tapped to his side, didn’t look like he had laughed in years. His grey hairs stuck out from under his hat, his beer gut popping through his uniform. A plastered on smile was forced, though somewhat warm. Anger filled in his eyes, causing me to take a step back.
    “Is your brother home?” They asked.
    “No, he just left about a half an hour ago.” I stuttered.
    “May we come in and ask you a few questions?”
    I nodded and led them into the house before closing the door as they walked into the kitchen.
    “Please,” I motioned towards the table or the couches, “make yourselves at home. Is there anything I can get you?”
    “Coffee?” The second, younger man asked as his eyes lit up for a second. I rushed over to the kitchen and put the coffee pot on high to get it to start up quickly,
    “One for me, too, if you don’t mind, miss.” The first man raised his hand as he sat down at the dinning table. “Is your father home?”
    “He’s upstairs, sleeping.” I answered before passing them two coffee mugs and saving one for myself. I took a seat across the table from them, allowing the warm mug to heat up my shaking hands.
    “And your younger brother?”
    “Spending the night at a friend’s house.”
    “Now, Ms. Hill,” I cut him off.
    “Please, call me Shea.”
    “Alright, Shea. You weren’t around during the shooting last year, were you?” The older gentleman asked. Quickly, I shook my head and took a sip of the coffee. It didn’t taste too bad, though I wasn’t the biggest coffee drinker myself. The second man had already finished up his coffee as he set the mug out in front of him on the table.
    “Has your brother every talked about it?”
    I shook my head.
    “Nothing at all?”
    Again, I shook my head.
    “And no one else has really told you anything about it?” The other raised an eyebrow.
    “Only that four boys were killed. I haven’t been in town for very long, but no one really seems to mention it.” I answered quickly and set my mug of coffee down on the table. “If you would like, I can have my brother call you when he gets home. Or I could tell him to go down to the police station.”
    “That’d be wonderful if you could give us a call so we could set up a time with your brother to meet him. Thank you very much, Shea. It was nice meeting you.” The first man shook my hand as he stood up, then the second man did. Before I had even thought about what had happened, they were both gone. Groaning, I cleaned out all the dishes and sat back down on the couch, my feet killing me from all the walking.
    Clark called me later that night, his voice disoriented and messy. “Hey!” He said cheerfully.
    “The police stopped by.” I said almost instantly. Yep, my lying brother didn’t get any of the ‘how are you?’ ‘are you being a responsible drinker?’ I had nothing but hard words for him.    
    “What did you do?” He demanded right away.
    “They were asking about you!” I shot back.
    “What about?”
    “The shooting last year. They want you to call so they can set up a time to meet with you.”
    He sounded pissed off as he started ranting on about how he didn’t do anything wrong and that everyone should just leave him alone for once. I didn’t object, my plan was to simply get through the conversation and then go to bed before he could call me back. Neither seemed to be in his plans for me that night.
    “Shea, is your brother still at his friend’s house?” He wondered.
    “Of course.” What was he talking about? My brother? Wasn’t he our brother?
    “Okay good, just making sure. Can you call Mrs. Kabul and ask her to have him there for a few more days?” He wasn’t thinking straight. We couldn’t just leave our brother with another family when things weren’t going too well. And Mrs. Kabul had more than enough to worry about without us dropping another boy into her house. It wasn’t fair!
    “No, he’s coming home in two days and you’re just going to have to get rid of your issues, whatever they might be.” I answered rudely, my temper starting to flare like no other.
    His yawned once. “Fine, just stay away from Josh.” Then the line went dead. If he only knew. I couldn’t help but giggle to myself as I thought about it. What if he actually did find out? I shook my head, there was no way he was really going to find about anything.
    “Yeah right.” I said under my breath as soon as I was one hundred percent sure that the line had actually gone dead. There was a knock on my door, and it reminded me of the police officers, but when I answered it, it was only Josh. Standing there in his baggy jeans and tight sweatshirt that just made him look so much more hotter than he really was.
    He flashed a notebook in front of my face.
    “You forgot this.” He whispered. Gratefully, I took it from his hands and threw it on the staircase before turning back to Josh. “Your brother home?”
    “No.” I replied with a timid grin.
    “Are you just going to slam the door in my face?” Josh took a step forward, back to his little game of seeing how far he could push me. “Or invite me in?”
    “The first one sounds more fun.” I admitted.
    Josh stepped forward into the house, taking me in his arms and pulling me into his chest.
    “Not fair.” I told him.
    “What?” Josh gave me an odd look.
    “You’re too big for me to push away.” I answered and tried to push him back. Josh tipped his head back to let out a laugh as his hands wrapped around my tighter, squishing me up against his chest. I allowed my arms to snake around his neck to pull his head down closer to mine.
    His lips brushed against mine before he pulled away too quickly. “Can I come in? Or are we just going to stand in the doorway?” I laughed, hiding my face a little bit.
    “I don’t know when my brother will be home.” I answered.
    “I can sneak out the back.” He shrugged. My mind was blank for a moment, part of me did want to invite him in, but the other part was freaking out about what would happen if Clark came home. “Come on, baby.” He ducked his head and planted a kiss on my cheek.
    “Fine. But where’s your gun?” I asked as he passed by me and walked into the house. Quickly, I grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it up to expose his saggy pants and the gun that was concealed there. I slipped it out before he even noticed, and then he turned to me with a smirk on his face.
    “Give it back, little girl.” He put his hand out. Smirking, I shook my head and placed it on the table before strolling towards him. He walked backwards, like I still had the gun in my hand. He put his hands up and fell down on the couch. Josh gripped the sides of my shirt and pulled me on top of him, so I was straddling his hips. He dipped his head and kissed my neck lightly, running his mouth over the skin until he found the sensitive spot again.
    I groaned as he found it, Josh’s teeth gently bitting the spot before he let his mouth fall a few inches down. He bit that spot again, causing me to let out a small whimper.
    “Come on, Josh!” I groaned. “Those aren’t going to be easy to cover up!”
    He bit down on another spot, again making me moan.
    Suddenly the garage door started to go up, I froze in fear. Josh looked at me and smiled. “That’s your brother, isn’t it?” He smirked like this was just all a game.
    “Most likely.” I replied and pushed myself away from him. “So you should go. Now!” I pulled him to his feet and started rushing him towards the door. He chuckled, allowing me to rush him out of the house before he was able to pull his shoes on all the way.
    “Bye baby.” He whispered, turned around, and kissed me before running out of the house and into the street. He checked behind him, just to make sure Clark wasn’t there. He wasn’t, he was walking up behind me.
    “What’s up, kid?” He asked and kissed the back of my head before running up to his room. I let out a small groan and flopped down on the couch with the TV blasting.
    I couldn’t believe that we had almost gotten caught. Clark would’ve killed me if he would have found out that I had snuck a boy over, even if it had only been for barely a minute. Was it bad that I wanted him back? Should I not have let him in? Was it too late to be rethinking all of these things?
    For some reason, I wanted Owen back, but he wasn’t coming home for another few days, and then Clark planned to ship him off to some end of the summer camp that was supposed to focus on things like learning about bugs or stuff like that. Environmental crap that no one else cared about. Owen was excited to go, and that was really all that mattered. I was glad he had a reason to be excited for once.
    Groaning, I flipped through channels before allowing my eyes to close, my breathing slowed and I was asleep before I knew it. Dreaming of gum drops and chocolate. I wish.