BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 71 – THE END

BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 71 – THE END

EPISODE 74

(Alyssa)

I learned the world was unfair at an early age. I knew that the bad guys sometimes won and that the good usually paid the price for their sins.

What I don’t understand, is why I was forced to learn the harsh lesson twice in my life and why it had to involve the two men I loved the most.

Ford’s living his life free as can be while Jackson’s sitting in a jail cell.

For mur dering Lilly’s ki ller.

Ford attempted to get him for the mur der of DeLuca but Ricardo and I vehemently fought those accusations without incriminating Lou-Lou.

Besides, it’s not like anyone would be able to find her even if we did give her up. She skipped town right after ki lling DeLuca and no one’s heard from her since. Not even Ricardo.

I have no idea what the story is between the three of them, but something tells me that Lou-Lou needed to ki ll DeLuca way more than I ever did…and that’s saying something.

As luck would have it, the secret wire Ford was wearing in the warehouse didn’t support his claims that Jackson ki lled DeLuca, either.

Ford couldn’t pin that on him no matter how hard he tried.

Unfortunately, the tape didn’t get any incriminating evidence on Ford himself, the tape just magically happened to ‘pick up’ right when Jackson walked in and admitted to being a ki ller. Then it cut off.

And since Ford played both sides of the fence, he claims that he was working undercover at the warehouse. And since he did call for backup he’s not being investigated.

But little did Ford know…I have my own brand of justice that I want to personally serve him.

After tracking down and talking to a few of my dad’s old friends who are still members of the FBI, it was finally going to happen.

Jackson was right…I’m not a ki ller. My soul isn’t tarnished, but my childhood was.

BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 71 – THE END

I make sure that I have everything in place before I walk into Ford’s office. I’m surprisingly feeling calm. The look on his face tells me that he most definitely wasn’t expecting me, but he’s pleased nonetheless.

“Alyssa,” he says.

He stands up from his desk and it’s so reminiscent of that day, nausea overwhelms me.

I fi ght through it, though and take a deep breath.

He walks around his desk and smiles at me. “I knew you would come to your senses. I knew you would realize that I was only protecting you and I knew you would forgive me sooner or later. I love you, Alyssa. Everything I did was for you.”

I just stare at him, dumbfounded. It’s never occurred to me before that Ford might be downright delusional.

Or maybe, he’s lied so much that he just can’t tell the truth from all of the different worlds he’s created.

When I don’t say anything, he takes a step closer to me.

I stand there silently urging him to dig his own hole. “I couldn’t let you be with Jackson, sweetheart. I had to make him go away. You belong to me, you always have.”

He reaches for my hand. “I divorced Penelope for you a few months ago. I wanted to take you on vacation after I got rid of DeLuca and surprise you. We can get married now just like you always wanted. I’m choosing you this time.”

I try my hardest not to grin. This is turning out even better than expected.

“You were really going to get rid of him for me?”

He ksses my wrist. “I’d do anything for you.”

I reach up and touch his cheek. “I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“At what age did I first belong to you, Ford?”

He blinks and makes a face. “Come on, Alyssa. Don’t be stupid. You remember that night in my car by the docks. You promised to be mine forever.”

I lean into him and nuzzle his neck, my nausea getting worse the closer I get to him. “I know it was around my birthday, but I’m having trouble with my exact age. I was hoping you could refresh my memory.”

The look on his face is priceless as he pushes me away. “Nice try, sweetheart. Are you really that dumb that you don’t know the law?”

He walks back to his desk. “Bit of advice, never try to school a federal agent on the law.” He crosses his arms over his chest and gives me that movie star smile that makes me want to hurl. “The age of consent in New York is 17.”

He sits down and props his elbows on the desk. “And I hate to break it to you, but even if that night was illegal; New York’s statute of limitations is only 5 years from the time you turn 18. You’re 24, Alyssa. Your time has run out.”

He props his feet up on his desk. “In other words, you’re s¢rewed. Besides, we never had intercourse when you were 17, anyway. You were 21 the first and only time I fked you.”

I don’t know which is worse, how much thought he’s obviously put into this, or the smug smirk plastered on his face.

A smirk that I can’t wait to wipe off.

I take a step forward and smile sweetly at him. “Hmm. You know what? You’re right. I’m sorry, Ford.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. “I’m sorry the night you put your hand down my pa nties and touched me in your car, that I was only 17.” I put my finger to my lips. “Or maybe even 16 depending on the exact time.”

I take another step forward. “On second thought, No. I’m not sorry. Because I was too young to be making the adult decision to let you touch me like that. And we both know, that as the only adult in the car; you should have known better than to touch me like that.”

He stabs his finger in the air. “Save your breath because it doesn’t matter. You’ve got nothing on me.”

He sits up in his chair and snickers. “It doesn’t matter that I was the first man to see and stick my fingers in that innocent, hole, before you became a wh’re. It doesn’t matter, Alyssa…because you’re too late.”

I sharpen my eyes in his direction and reach for the goblin on my necklace. “Does it matter that it was in Jersey, Ford?”

I can see the wheels spinning in his head and I continue, “Because those docks were technically in Jersey territory.”

I open my arms wide. “And you know the great thing about Jersey?”

When he doesn’t answer I proclaim, “There is no statute of limitations for sxual assault. And there is no deadline for filing sxual assault charges.”

His jaw practically hits the floor. “And just so we’re clear here, Special Agent. You did just fully admit to sxually assaulting me and penetrating me with your fingers when I was a teenager. And given your position of power and authority as an officer and the fact that you had a gvn on you…do you know what that means?”

He slams the desk with his hand. “Knock this sht off, Alyssa. You wanted it. You dressed like a little wh’re and you begged for me that night. It was all you.”

I ignore him. “It means that it’s technically aggravated sxual as sault. And do you know what that’s punishable by?”

I look up to the heavens and smile. “Up to 20 years in prison.”

I start unbuttoning my shirt. “And there’s plenty of proof, including phone records. And let’s not forget that you gave me a car when I was 17. In addition to your ex-wife who’s willing to testify.”

I undo the first 3 buttons and I open my shirt. “And there’s the fact that I’m wearing a wire and just caught every disgusting thing you said.”

He charges after me, but the door opens and in walk a few men in uniform. I wave to my dad’s former friend who now lives in Jersey and is an officer there.

“Ford Baker you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent…” the officer’s start to say as they handcuff him.

I walk over to him and put my hands on his cheeks.

“How could you do this to me?” he whispers.

I look at him hard and say, “You only did it to yourself, Ford.”

“But why?”

My grip tightens around his cheeks. “Because sometimes in life, sweetheart. The good guys win.”

I let go of him but he leans his forehead against mine. “Do you know what they do to cops in jail, Alyssa?”

I grab his face again and stare into his eyes. “I’m not sure. I imagine it will be harsh, though. Given they don’t take kindly to cops who commit sxual as sault on children.” I wrap one hand around the back of his neck. “And with that handsome face of yours…you’re probably going to be passed around like a little wh’re.” I lower my voice and whisper in his ear, “But if I were you, I’d be even more worried…because I hear that you’re going to be sharing a cell with Jackson.”

When I back away his face pales and he starts trembling.

I kss the goblin and look at him one last time. “I think my father would be really proud of me right now.”

And then I slam the door.

BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 71 – THE END

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