Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Hazel Eyes ❯ Manila Folders Hold Grave Secrets ( Chapter 16 )
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By: Imperfect-Princess 
**Slight sexual content and voilence**
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.26.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 134 | Status: Completed
**Slight sexual content and voilence**
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.26.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 134 | Status: Completed
Hazel Eyes
Chapter Sixteen
Manila Folder's Hold Grave Secret's
Chapter Sixteen
Manila Folder's Hold Grave Secret's
Introducing
(Colt, the Sexual Assaulter?)
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Colt patted a damp rag on my head, wiping away any cold sweat I might have had. “You really like the floor, don't you?”
I groaned and pressed an ice pack to my bandaged shoulder “Spend my day's hitting it to avoid bullet's, we've gotten to know each other on a very personal level” I said irritably.
“You're a regular sweetheart, you know that?”
“If I was any sweeter I'd be sugar, now help me up.” I demanded, having enough of this small talk. Colt helped me up to my feet, stumbling forward as he did so. He looked worried and a little irritated; I couldn't tell if it was from my comment or something else. I rubbed my backside, the feeling lost almost completely.
Feeling pressure on my backside, not from my own hands, I looked shockingly up at Colt and found him smirking wickedly; I dropped my ice pack and gasped lightly. Shoving him hard to get him away, my attempts as whooping his ass were in vein. “What the hell are you doing?” I snapped. He was so invading my personal bubble. He had me cornered between him and the opal bathroom counter sink, considering we were huddled in the smallest bathroom I had ever been in.
“I'm… bringing the feeling back to that sweet ass of your's.” He continued to run his hands up and over my stomach, pushing up my top as he did so. I tried to push him away harder, but he wouldn't budge. I thought we had established some sort of friendship! I mean, he had tried and kiss me in the training room, if he liked me as much as that, what was this?
Feeling pressure on my backside, not from my own hands, I looked shockingly up at Colt and found him smirking wickedly; I dropped my ice pack and gasped lightly. Shoving him hard to get him away, my attempts as whooping his ass were in vein. “What the hell are you doing?” I snapped. He was so invading my personal bubble. He had me cornered between him and the opal bathroom counter sink, considering we were huddled in the smallest bathroom I had ever been in.
“I'm… bringing the feeling back to that sweet ass of your's.” He continued to run his hands up and over my stomach, pushing up my top as he did so. I tried to push him away harder, but he wouldn't budge. I thought we had established some sort of friendship! I mean, he had tried and kiss me in the training room, if he liked me as much as that, what was this?
“Colt…” I was almost whimpering now, almost. I tried to find something, anything to fight him off with, but only managed to knock something off the counter and smash onto the floor.
I heard the wooden crème bathroom door open slowly, a man with dark red hair dressed in Canabri pant's and a jumper stepping in with his rifle aimed and his shoulder's hoisted as if ready to fight an army. “Sir is-” he stopped abruptly when he seen the situation I was under “Oh, I see…” he murmured.
Colt lifted his head from kissing my collarbone, but didn't turn towards him “Troy, I'm kind of busy here… mind leaving for thirty minuets man?” He said this so easily it scared me. My hand frantically searched the counter for an object; I winced sharply when I sliced my finger on something sharp, most probably a shaving stick. I grabbed it swiftly and hid it behind my back.
“Sure Colt, but not to long, they want her body bagged and buried before Collister get's here. Word is he's on his way for the slut.” I seen Colt tense and furrowed my brow's, he hadn't noticed me grab the razor and hadn't even noticed my face. The man stood there for a few minuets, I didn't know if he was going to stand there and watch or was going to pull out the video camera. After a moment, he left.
“Is he gone?” Colt whispered. I looked over briefly and nodded, bringing the razor up to Colt's neck. His eyes widened for a moment, before a soft smile graced his face. He stepped back slowly, raising his hands into the air as he retreated back. I kept the razor to his neck and glared “Planning on giving me a close shave there sunshine?”
I heard the wooden crème bathroom door open slowly, a man with dark red hair dressed in Canabri pant's and a jumper stepping in with his rifle aimed and his shoulder's hoisted as if ready to fight an army. “Sir is-” he stopped abruptly when he seen the situation I was under “Oh, I see…” he murmured.
Colt lifted his head from kissing my collarbone, but didn't turn towards him “Troy, I'm kind of busy here… mind leaving for thirty minuets man?” He said this so easily it scared me. My hand frantically searched the counter for an object; I winced sharply when I sliced my finger on something sharp, most probably a shaving stick. I grabbed it swiftly and hid it behind my back.
“Sure Colt, but not to long, they want her body bagged and buried before Collister get's here. Word is he's on his way for the slut.” I seen Colt tense and furrowed my brow's, he hadn't noticed me grab the razor and hadn't even noticed my face. The man stood there for a few minuets, I didn't know if he was going to stand there and watch or was going to pull out the video camera. After a moment, he left.
“Is he gone?” Colt whispered. I looked over briefly and nodded, bringing the razor up to Colt's neck. His eyes widened for a moment, before a soft smile graced his face. He stepped back slowly, raising his hands into the air as he retreated back. I kept the razor to his neck and glared “Planning on giving me a close shave there sunshine?”
“Explain to me what the hell this is all about; you have ten seconds, starting now.” I pushed the razor harder against his neck. That didn't seem to faze Colt as he gently shoved my hand out of the way and moved towards the tiny window on the other side of the bathroom. He jerked it open, breaking the lock that sealed it shut.
“As soon as you passed out, dad gave me the order to… dispose of the evidence. To shoot you in the head, less blood that way; someone gave word Dean was on his way here to get you back, so we had to get rid of you in case you escaped while Harson and dad negotiated with Dean, at least escaped before they killed him.” Did I really need to know the best way to shoot someone with the least amount of blood? He finally pried the window apart, creating a small opening to the outside world. I was shocked, Dean was coming for me? Why? Why had Colt helped me?
I rushed over to Colt and grabbed onto his arm, my eyes widening “Dean's coming for me? Why? Why are you helping me Colt?” The question's left my mouth before I had a chance to think about what I was saying. Colt looked down at his white long sleeve and his eyebrow's crinkled together as the blood from my wounded finger's made prints all over it. I blushed embarrassedly and let go. “Sorry.”
“As soon as you passed out, dad gave me the order to… dispose of the evidence. To shoot you in the head, less blood that way; someone gave word Dean was on his way here to get you back, so we had to get rid of you in case you escaped while Harson and dad negotiated with Dean, at least escaped before they killed him.” Did I really need to know the best way to shoot someone with the least amount of blood? He finally pried the window apart, creating a small opening to the outside world. I was shocked, Dean was coming for me? Why? Why had Colt helped me?
I rushed over to Colt and grabbed onto his arm, my eyes widening “Dean's coming for me? Why? Why are you helping me Colt?” The question's left my mouth before I had a chance to think about what I was saying. Colt looked down at his white long sleeve and his eyebrow's crinkled together as the blood from my wounded finger's made prints all over it. I blushed embarrassedly and let go. “Sorry.”
Ignoring my apology, Colt grabbed me harshly by the arm and swiftly kicked a step ladder from the corner next to his foot. He fixed it with his free hand and I thanked God he hadn't grabbed me by my sore shoulder, it was already painful enough as it was. I got what he was going to do and stepped up onto the ladder and looked back at him “I'm going to do at least one good thing for someone. I'm not sure why Dean's coming for you, but he's coming in a hurry. He can handle himself, but we have to make sure he get's word that you're safe so he doesn't go to his own death sentence.”
I nodded, trying to process everything he was saying “But…” I looked up at the window “What about you?”
He looked back at the bathroom door almost nervously “I'll be out after you.” He was helping me. He wasn't going to hurt me, he was saving my life. My eyes started to water as I thought about everything I had been through, everyone I had gotten to know, everything Colt was risking… Before I knew what I was doing, my arms were around Colt's neck in a neck braking hug. My lip's crashing up against his. He seemed surprised at first, but his arms slinked around my waist, pulling me closer.
I didn't know why I did it. Maybe out of desperation, out of my overwhelming need for human affection or maybe I was actually falling for bastard. Whatever it was, that amazing stomach dropping kiss abruptly ended when the door handle raddled and someone banged harshly on the door.
“Colt, Gage want's that girl's corpse out of here, you done with her yet?”
Colt pulled away gently, making a shushing sound towards me. His hand's never left my waist, and unlike before, I didn't mind “Yeah just… give me a few more Luke, I'm almost done.” The knocking stopped and I heard footstep's walking away. I breathed out and looked up at Colt, the atmosphere between us had changed almost instantly and somehow I felt much more comfortable around him “Sorry, about before. Had to make it convincing” he gave a weak apologetic smile and I simply smiled back.
“No problem” I whispered. He shoved me gently towards the window and kissed my forehead, making me blush lightly for the umpteenth time.
“There's a wooden ledge right outside the window, just step down and you should feel it right away. Try and keep close to the wall so you don't fall. Whatever you do Skye, do not look down.”
I nodded, stepping up to the top of the ladder. Colt lifted me up onto the window's edging and I lapped my leg over the side, balancing by holding the top of the window for support. “Remember, try not to look down. I'll be out after you in a minuet. Don't move.” That was comforting, considering it was towards a girl who was hoping she wouldn't even grow too tall!
I took a deep breath and lapped my other leg over the ledge so I was sitting outside the window. Looking back at Colt, I smiled weakly and looked down to find the edge… instead; I found a three storie fall to my death! We were up high, and I mean really high. I breathed in sharply. Don't look down he says, Colt knew perfectly well I'd look down!
“You looked down didn't you?” Colt muttered.
“Uh-huh.” I squeaked. I could hear Colt sigh heavily.
“Just jump down, love, you'll hit the ledge.”
“Uh-uh.” I shook my head violently; no way in hell was I jumping down. What if I missed? I would be flattened like a pancake.
I could hear someone banging on the door now, but this time they didn't wait for Colt to answer and barged in. In a panic I quickly jumped down and onto the ledge, almost slipping off in the process. My heart was pumping so hard, my breathing started to shallow and my head hurt. I knew I was going to have an asthma attack from all this excitement. I had my body flat against the wall, rigid hiccupping and sob's racking over my body in more panic. I remembered when I had half my body outside Dean's window, the day I first met Colt and Greg, it was high but this was higher.
I could hear loud shout's coming from the bathroom, as well as shuffling and bodies being thrown around. I closed my eyes shut tight, hoping it was Colt that would come through that window and not someone with a gun ready to blow my brains out. Taking a loud gasp of air I was ready to jump off the edge when I seen a foot come down from the window's ledge, someone grabbed my shoulder - my good shoulder, surprisingly - and hold me back. It was Colt.
“I-I thought you were dead.” I stammered. Now it made sense why he had grabbed my good shoulder, instead of my sore one, which was closer to him. “I'd hug you” I gasped “But I don't want to fall and die.”
Colt laughed as he gently ushered me to move to the right, which would lead us to the front area “You say it like it's a bad thing.”
I didn't get a chance to reply, because a bullet just narrowly missed my skull and punctured the brick wall behind me. I heard Colt swear and move faster “Fuck, we have to move quicker.”
Just as I was getting over my state of panic, I moved to quickly and slipped off the ledge.
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I nodded, trying to process everything he was saying “But…” I looked up at the window “What about you?”
He looked back at the bathroom door almost nervously “I'll be out after you.” He was helping me. He wasn't going to hurt me, he was saving my life. My eyes started to water as I thought about everything I had been through, everyone I had gotten to know, everything Colt was risking… Before I knew what I was doing, my arms were around Colt's neck in a neck braking hug. My lip's crashing up against his. He seemed surprised at first, but his arms slinked around my waist, pulling me closer.
I didn't know why I did it. Maybe out of desperation, out of my overwhelming need for human affection or maybe I was actually falling for bastard. Whatever it was, that amazing stomach dropping kiss abruptly ended when the door handle raddled and someone banged harshly on the door.
“Colt, Gage want's that girl's corpse out of here, you done with her yet?”
Colt pulled away gently, making a shushing sound towards me. His hand's never left my waist, and unlike before, I didn't mind “Yeah just… give me a few more Luke, I'm almost done.” The knocking stopped and I heard footstep's walking away. I breathed out and looked up at Colt, the atmosphere between us had changed almost instantly and somehow I felt much more comfortable around him “Sorry, about before. Had to make it convincing” he gave a weak apologetic smile and I simply smiled back.
“No problem” I whispered. He shoved me gently towards the window and kissed my forehead, making me blush lightly for the umpteenth time.
“There's a wooden ledge right outside the window, just step down and you should feel it right away. Try and keep close to the wall so you don't fall. Whatever you do Skye, do not look down.”
I nodded, stepping up to the top of the ladder. Colt lifted me up onto the window's edging and I lapped my leg over the side, balancing by holding the top of the window for support. “Remember, try not to look down. I'll be out after you in a minuet. Don't move.” That was comforting, considering it was towards a girl who was hoping she wouldn't even grow too tall!
I took a deep breath and lapped my other leg over the ledge so I was sitting outside the window. Looking back at Colt, I smiled weakly and looked down to find the edge… instead; I found a three storie fall to my death! We were up high, and I mean really high. I breathed in sharply. Don't look down he says, Colt knew perfectly well I'd look down!
“You looked down didn't you?” Colt muttered.
“Uh-huh.” I squeaked. I could hear Colt sigh heavily.
“Just jump down, love, you'll hit the ledge.”
“Uh-uh.” I shook my head violently; no way in hell was I jumping down. What if I missed? I would be flattened like a pancake.
I could hear someone banging on the door now, but this time they didn't wait for Colt to answer and barged in. In a panic I quickly jumped down and onto the ledge, almost slipping off in the process. My heart was pumping so hard, my breathing started to shallow and my head hurt. I knew I was going to have an asthma attack from all this excitement. I had my body flat against the wall, rigid hiccupping and sob's racking over my body in more panic. I remembered when I had half my body outside Dean's window, the day I first met Colt and Greg, it was high but this was higher.
I could hear loud shout's coming from the bathroom, as well as shuffling and bodies being thrown around. I closed my eyes shut tight, hoping it was Colt that would come through that window and not someone with a gun ready to blow my brains out. Taking a loud gasp of air I was ready to jump off the edge when I seen a foot come down from the window's ledge, someone grabbed my shoulder - my good shoulder, surprisingly - and hold me back. It was Colt.
“I-I thought you were dead.” I stammered. Now it made sense why he had grabbed my good shoulder, instead of my sore one, which was closer to him. “I'd hug you” I gasped “But I don't want to fall and die.”
Colt laughed as he gently ushered me to move to the right, which would lead us to the front area “You say it like it's a bad thing.”
I didn't get a chance to reply, because a bullet just narrowly missed my skull and punctured the brick wall behind me. I heard Colt swear and move faster “Fuck, we have to move quicker.”
Just as I was getting over my state of panic, I moved to quickly and slipped off the ledge.
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“Hey, my names Rebecca, what's your's?”
The small girl clung frantically to her father's leg. Her father chuckled heavily, gently pushing his daughter forward “Go on Angel, tell her your name” he tried to persuade. The little girl looked confused, but didn't want to upset her father.
“Artesia” she said simply.
Rebecca gushed “That's a pretty name.”
The girl's father didn't look as thrilled “That's your pretend name Angel, tell her your real name” he gently demanded.
The little girl, with light brown pigtails and big blue eyes pouted “My names Skye.” Her father raised an eyebrow and stared at her, silently telling her to continue “Skye-Alysha.”
Rebecca, in her six-year-old innocence paid no mind to the irritable father's growing impatience over a simple correction over a name. Instead, she took the other girl's hand tugging her along into the bustling kindergarten classroom, where Skye was tackled by almost five different children.
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The small girl clung frantically to her father's leg. Her father chuckled heavily, gently pushing his daughter forward “Go on Angel, tell her your name” he tried to persuade. The little girl looked confused, but didn't want to upset her father.
“Artesia” she said simply.
Rebecca gushed “That's a pretty name.”
The girl's father didn't look as thrilled “That's your pretend name Angel, tell her your real name” he gently demanded.
The little girl, with light brown pigtails and big blue eyes pouted “My names Skye.” Her father raised an eyebrow and stared at her, silently telling her to continue “Skye-Alysha.”
Rebecca, in her six-year-old innocence paid no mind to the irritable father's growing impatience over a simple correction over a name. Instead, she took the other girl's hand tugging her along into the bustling kindergarten classroom, where Skye was tackled by almost five different children.
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“What the hell's this?” Detective Chiles demanded, throwing down a thick manila folder. Carl Glenn leaned into the plastic chair on the opposite side of the table, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at Chiles.
“It look's like a manila folder, William.” Carl replied curtly.
Chiles narrowed his beady brown eyes and opened the folder with a slap to the table. Turning it around so it was facing Carl, he slipped it across the table where it stopped directly in front of the heavily aged man. Carl looked it over, reading each bit of paper individually until the meaning of this paperwork became clear. Chiles smirked.
“You never told me Skye was adopted, Mr. Glenn.”
Putting the papers neatly back into the folder, Carl closed it with a slap and glared “I didn't think it was important, this wasn't about her adoption; this was about my daughter vanishing off the face of the earth!”
Chiles sighed heavily, running his calloused hand over his sweat engrossed forehead “Don't you mean your niece, Carl? Her adoption wasn't legal Mr. Glenn, you know that, your wife knows that and I know that. Not only could you go to prison for this, but whoever might, and I use that term very loosely, whoever might have your daughter, it must have something to do with this.” He pointed to the manila folder.
Carl didn't look fazed one bit, inside he was having a battle, come clean about the conspiracy and face jail time, or keep quiet and continue to put it on and play dumb like he had been doing for the last eleven years.
“These papers aren't legit; they're simply paper's stating that she is your daughter and was turned over to you from the state of California. I need to know who signed and gave you and your wife these papers. We can drop any charges; we can say you were played as if this was all legal. Just tell me who did all the paperwork?”
Carl's mouth twisted, trying to discern whether or not to tell the Detective the whole gruesome story. All he could do was tell the truth, and hope it brought his daughter back home.
“My sister was killed, murdered actually. Her husband didn't want the child for reason's we weren't clear on, so seeing as I was next in family, she was sent over to child protective services in Queensland until I could legally take over guardianship. The thing was it would take up to six months for the paperwork to go through… seeing as her father was still alive. So instead of going through all that, we flew over to California and got some bogus paper's drawn up and signed by both parties, came back and presented them. Everything went fine… we knew the papers weren't legitimate adoption papers, but we never thought it would have to come up; until now.”
Chiles sighed again and gave Carl a pointed stare, leaving the room for a moment and returning with another Detective, who had a notebook in hand “I'm going to need names of the people involved in this transaction, of the sorts; including your sister's name.” He sat down at the table and nodded towards the Detective to start writing.
“Liana Glenn-Collier, my sister, Jacob Collier, her husband, Jennifer Gayle, the Nanny present, Mitch Gardner and Alana Gardner, Alana was Jacob's sister.”
“And why were the Nanny and Alana and Mitch Gardner there?”
“We needed a witness, which was Jennifer Gayle, and Alana and Mitch had to give quotes that they wouldn't show up one day wanting part custody of Artesia.”
Chiles looked confused “Artesia?”
“Artesia Collier, Skye's name before we changed it in court six months after we were named her legal guardians.”
Chiles nodded and told Carl he could leave, but would be called back down to the station if they needed him. Carl agreed and soon left, Chiles noticing him talking to his wife as he did so. He turned to the Detective next to him and raised his eyebrows. “This case is getting odder and odder. Can you run a background check on all those names and get back to me as soon as possible Camille?”
The blond woman smiled and went to leave the room “Sure thing, Will.”
“It look's like a manila folder, William.” Carl replied curtly.
Chiles narrowed his beady brown eyes and opened the folder with a slap to the table. Turning it around so it was facing Carl, he slipped it across the table where it stopped directly in front of the heavily aged man. Carl looked it over, reading each bit of paper individually until the meaning of this paperwork became clear. Chiles smirked.
“You never told me Skye was adopted, Mr. Glenn.”
Putting the papers neatly back into the folder, Carl closed it with a slap and glared “I didn't think it was important, this wasn't about her adoption; this was about my daughter vanishing off the face of the earth!”
Chiles sighed heavily, running his calloused hand over his sweat engrossed forehead “Don't you mean your niece, Carl? Her adoption wasn't legal Mr. Glenn, you know that, your wife knows that and I know that. Not only could you go to prison for this, but whoever might, and I use that term very loosely, whoever might have your daughter, it must have something to do with this.” He pointed to the manila folder.
Carl didn't look fazed one bit, inside he was having a battle, come clean about the conspiracy and face jail time, or keep quiet and continue to put it on and play dumb like he had been doing for the last eleven years.
“These papers aren't legit; they're simply paper's stating that she is your daughter and was turned over to you from the state of California. I need to know who signed and gave you and your wife these papers. We can drop any charges; we can say you were played as if this was all legal. Just tell me who did all the paperwork?”
Carl's mouth twisted, trying to discern whether or not to tell the Detective the whole gruesome story. All he could do was tell the truth, and hope it brought his daughter back home.
“My sister was killed, murdered actually. Her husband didn't want the child for reason's we weren't clear on, so seeing as I was next in family, she was sent over to child protective services in Queensland until I could legally take over guardianship. The thing was it would take up to six months for the paperwork to go through… seeing as her father was still alive. So instead of going through all that, we flew over to California and got some bogus paper's drawn up and signed by both parties, came back and presented them. Everything went fine… we knew the papers weren't legitimate adoption papers, but we never thought it would have to come up; until now.”
Chiles sighed again and gave Carl a pointed stare, leaving the room for a moment and returning with another Detective, who had a notebook in hand “I'm going to need names of the people involved in this transaction, of the sorts; including your sister's name.” He sat down at the table and nodded towards the Detective to start writing.
“Liana Glenn-Collier, my sister, Jacob Collier, her husband, Jennifer Gayle, the Nanny present, Mitch Gardner and Alana Gardner, Alana was Jacob's sister.”
“And why were the Nanny and Alana and Mitch Gardner there?”
“We needed a witness, which was Jennifer Gayle, and Alana and Mitch had to give quotes that they wouldn't show up one day wanting part custody of Artesia.”
Chiles looked confused “Artesia?”
“Artesia Collier, Skye's name before we changed it in court six months after we were named her legal guardians.”
Chiles nodded and told Carl he could leave, but would be called back down to the station if they needed him. Carl agreed and soon left, Chiles noticing him talking to his wife as he did so. He turned to the Detective next to him and raised his eyebrows. “This case is getting odder and odder. Can you run a background check on all those names and get back to me as soon as possible Camille?”
The blond woman smiled and went to leave the room “Sure thing, Will.”
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Final Words
Chiles: “What a weird family…”
Carl: “Shit, busted”