Chapter 4: Two hours. At least

Amelia's POV

"My apologies, Miss Amelia. Please continue", he said, gesturing his hand for me to continue. "Just Amelia", I corrected him. The 'Miss' shit was getting to me. "Amelia, please continue. You were thinking about the women", he said, corssing his arms over his chest, as he leaned back in his chair. 

"At some point, my inner voice said to call for help. Which I did, discreetly", I explained. He looked at me curiously, wanting me to elaborate. "I did not want him to catch on to what I was doing. I suppose I wasn't too great at succeding with it, because after I told dispatch where I was, I heard him charge me", I said, turning around at Cynthia's request.

A low growling rumble filled the room, followed by the Chief clearing his throat. "By the time I turned around he was already on top of me. There was a struggle. I was trying to get him off of me. Then he punched me, hell of a left hook. It really rattled my shit", I told him.

"You can turn back around now", Cynthia informed me. The Chief held up the shirt he grabbed from the back of his SUV. "You can put this on now. She's done with chest and back pictures", he uttered gently. He took his seat, once I had hold of the shirt. 

I slipped on the gray undershirt, immediately being engulfed in his sent. My muscles relaxed and my stomach settled. "Better?", he asked tenderly. I nodded in response. "Immensely. Thank you", I whispered. "You're welcome, Amelia", he smiled softly, churning butterflies in my stomach. 

I cleared my throat to continue on.

"After he hit me, he started tearing at my shirt. That's when we heard the sirens and it spooked him off", I explained. "Do you remember him saying anything to you?", he questioned. I took a moment to think about it, while I zoned into Cynthia scraping under my fingernails. 

"You're perfect. You're a fighter", I quoted. "You fucking bitch, I'll find you again", I recited the memory of him. "I'll have a unit posted outside your house", he assured me. "I don't know if I want that. If he doesn't know where I live. He will after that", I conteplated. 

"I think I have all the evidence I need, Chief", Cynthia said, packing her case back up. "Thank you", he nodded, not taking his eyes off me. "Or, and now hear me out, because this is the more likely case. He already knows where you live", he uttered, concernedly. 

"Did you did a good look at his face?", he asked. I shrugged uncertainly. "Kind of. I would need some time to recover it", I said, crinkling my nose, as my mind swirled away. "That's alright. If he was in a line-up. Could you point him out with certainty?", he inquired. "Yes sir", I answered confidently. 

He nodded his head. "Can you think of anything else?", he asked. "No", I answered. "Come on. I'll take you home", he said, standing from the chair. "You don't have to do that", I protested, slightly panicked. "Yes I do. You were just attacked and don't have a vehicle. I need to make sure you get home safely. You are still a target of his", he frowned, as he waited for me to follow suit. 

I didn't have the energy to argue with him. All I wanted was to go home, shower and go to bed. I followed the Chief from the precint to his SUV. He opened the passenger door and held his hand out for me to use as leverage. 

I accepted his gracious gesture and placed my hand in his as I struggled to stand on the runner board. My body slowly showing signs of the events. I finally slipped into the seat with a sigh. "Buckle up", he uttered, closing the door. 

I leaned my head against the window, feeling the exhausation take hold of me. I saw a hand reach across my chest making me jump. "Easy. You need a seat belt", the Chief said calmly, as he continued to reach his hand across me to grab the buckle and pull it across my chest. 

I relaxed and proceeded to lean my head on the window. My eyes feeling heavy. "Don't fall asleep, Amelia. Since you refused to go to the hospital, you need to extra cautious of a concussion", he informed me. "You know, recent studies show that the brain only heals if you are sleeping", I countered, rolling my head on the headrest to look at him.

"Only if you have someone to wake you up every hour", he growled, peering over at me. His eyes quickly scanned my body, before they snapped back to the road. "So how long am I supposed to wait?", I asked. "Two hours, at least", he answered, meeting my gaze. "Well you had me tied up for an hour and a half. So, I can go home and shower, then go to bed", I responded groggily.