A Cop's Witness Lover
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,728
Reviews:
12
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Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A Cop's Winess Lover
"FAGGOT!" Another punch hit his jaw, sending him to the floor this time. He pushed his glasses back into place as he listened to his peer spout more obscenities at him before eventually walking off, laughing the entire way.
Travis stumbled along the street, trying to get home so his mother didn't have to worry. As he walked he began to contemplate why he still went to High School. His father had died so long ago and he had to be the man in his family. He had a six year old sister and mother who needed his support. He had a part-time job at a local dinner, but the wages he made wasn't enough to keep his family a float.
"You fucking fool." the sound of a foot meeting flesh caught Travis's ear. he knew the sound well, for he had been kicked several time himself. He slowed his step before peeking around the corner, into an alleyway. His blue eyes widened at the sight.
There on his knee was a brown haired man. The man was sweating profusely as blood ran down his his forehead. The man was speaking in a panic, still facing the dirty wall in front of him. The two men behind him were looking at one another, as if deciding. Before Travis could move passed, not wanting to be caught watching this act, one of the men pulled out a gun and executed the brown haired man. Travis' heart slammed against his chest. He had just saw a man killed. He felt his stomach turn at the thought.
He was in shock, frozen in place. He stared as the two men turned and showed him their faces. If his eyes could get any wider they did. He suddenly ran, his feet pounded the ground as he ran with all he had. He ran all the way home.
He ripped open his apartment door, slammed it closed and rushed into the bathroom. He threw up in toilet. The image of the man falling to the ground dead echoed through his mind. The faces of the man's killers gripped his fear. He passed out from the adrenaline finally leaving his system.
His mother came in an tucked him into bed. His dreams were riddled with the faces of the killer. They were glaring at him hatefully, knowing he was the one who had seen them. Seen their faces. They were going to kill him, if he told anyone about what he had seen.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!!!!
He shot up in his bed and looked around. He grabbed the glasses on his nightstands before turning his alarm clock off. He was so thankful it was Saturday. He didn't want to have to walk passed that alleyway for another two days at least.
He struggled out of bed before stumbling out of his room only to find his mother avidly watching the t.v. He groaned, moving behind the counter to grab a bowl. As he headed to the cupboard to grabbed the ceral something caught his ear.
"Last night Detective John Wilton was found shot to death in the alleyway behind the 9th street Apartment building. It is believed that he was executed by a local gang. The details as to what gang killed him or even what Detective Wilton was even doing in that alleyway."
CRASH
Travis dropped the bowl that was in his hands. He felt his entire body shake violently. A cop. He had witnessed the execution of a cop.
"TRAVIS?!?! What is wrong with you?!" His mother pushed passed him, pissed that he had broken the bowl. She began to clean it up as he continued to shake violently. A cop. A stinkin cop had to be killed in front of him. He cursed under his breath. He grabbed his jacket before he ran out of the apartment. He had a phone call to make.
He stormed down the stairs and right across the street. He picked up the public phone and looked around. He let out a sigh. The only reason he was even going to tell the cops what he saw is because his father was a cop once. He was shot to death in a drug bust.
His fingers numbly pressed the buttons to the anonyms tip hotline. His father had made him memorize it and swear to him that he would use it should he ever see something. His father had meant the world to him, and if he kept this promise just this once, Travis felt it would make up for the fact he was gay.
"Hello, what tip do you have for us today?" A woman's voice floated across the head of the phone.
"I know the two men who executed that cop."
He heard dead silence on the other end of the phone. He knew that they must have gotten dozen's of tips about that killing since the new aired. But he also knew his tone suggested he wasn't lying to gain attention.
"Ok sir, please tell me."
He began to describe the faces of the men, heck he even told them the names in which he figured they went by. He must have heard the cop say it before dying. The woman encouraged him to continue. He looked at his watched and curse. He hung up the phone and ran. He was going to be late for his shift at the diner! If he was late one more time he was going to be fired!
He ran all the way there, having no cule that while he was on the phone, the anonyms phone woman had called the central police station and had sent a cop to follow him. He didn't know that the cop would be the one to ruin his life for the moment. Heck he didn't even know that the cop would led him to the man he would fall in love with. But all that would be come clear very soon.
Travis worked hard during his entire shift, using the work as a way to forget the horrid memories of the man's death. It reminded him too much like his father's. He was glad that he had five minutes left for his shift. He started cleaning up when his boss suddenly grabbed his arm and threw him into a booth.
"I knew you would end up this way. Answer his question then get out. Your done for the day." his boss hissed before pushing him roughly as he left.
Travis peered at the man in front of him. His blue eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he looked at the man across from him. He instantly knew it was a cop. He could tell one from a mile away. He sneered. That bitch screwed him, he knew he was dead now.
The cop in front of him of him pulled out a note pad and a golf pencil.
"Tell me your name." He spoke in a slow drawl, almost in a monotonous voice.
"Fuck no. I don't know what you wan tor why you're even here!" Travis snarled as he stood up. He was about to walk out when he was suddenly yanked down into booth again. The cop snarled at him
"That cop was my partner. You will tell me what you saw. And you will do so. NOW!" Travis pushed himself deeper into the booth's seat, glaring at the man hatefully before he looked around. He felt as though people were listening to him, he really didn't want to die because he was at the wrong place and the wrong time.
He crossed his arms and began to tell the cop all he knew, keeping up his snotty attitude. He maybe only 17 but he knew that if the cop wasn't desecrate he would end up killed, not only him but also his family.
"Give me your name and address. You family names also."
Travis looked shocked!
"No way! I reported this anonymsly and I will stay that way!" With that Travis stormed off, forgetting that his boss had all the information and was so willing to give it away. Especially since he already believed Travis was going to go to jail any ways.
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A/N Something I dreamed about last night ^_^
Travis stumbled along the street, trying to get home so his mother didn't have to worry. As he walked he began to contemplate why he still went to High School. His father had died so long ago and he had to be the man in his family. He had a six year old sister and mother who needed his support. He had a part-time job at a local dinner, but the wages he made wasn't enough to keep his family a float.
"You fucking fool." the sound of a foot meeting flesh caught Travis's ear. he knew the sound well, for he had been kicked several time himself. He slowed his step before peeking around the corner, into an alleyway. His blue eyes widened at the sight.
There on his knee was a brown haired man. The man was sweating profusely as blood ran down his his forehead. The man was speaking in a panic, still facing the dirty wall in front of him. The two men behind him were looking at one another, as if deciding. Before Travis could move passed, not wanting to be caught watching this act, one of the men pulled out a gun and executed the brown haired man. Travis' heart slammed against his chest. He had just saw a man killed. He felt his stomach turn at the thought.
He was in shock, frozen in place. He stared as the two men turned and showed him their faces. If his eyes could get any wider they did. He suddenly ran, his feet pounded the ground as he ran with all he had. He ran all the way home.
He ripped open his apartment door, slammed it closed and rushed into the bathroom. He threw up in toilet. The image of the man falling to the ground dead echoed through his mind. The faces of the man's killers gripped his fear. He passed out from the adrenaline finally leaving his system.
His mother came in an tucked him into bed. His dreams were riddled with the faces of the killer. They were glaring at him hatefully, knowing he was the one who had seen them. Seen their faces. They were going to kill him, if he told anyone about what he had seen.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!!!!
He shot up in his bed and looked around. He grabbed the glasses on his nightstands before turning his alarm clock off. He was so thankful it was Saturday. He didn't want to have to walk passed that alleyway for another two days at least.
He struggled out of bed before stumbling out of his room only to find his mother avidly watching the t.v. He groaned, moving behind the counter to grab a bowl. As he headed to the cupboard to grabbed the ceral something caught his ear.
"Last night Detective John Wilton was found shot to death in the alleyway behind the 9th street Apartment building. It is believed that he was executed by a local gang. The details as to what gang killed him or even what Detective Wilton was even doing in that alleyway."
CRASH
Travis dropped the bowl that was in his hands. He felt his entire body shake violently. A cop. He had witnessed the execution of a cop.
"TRAVIS?!?! What is wrong with you?!" His mother pushed passed him, pissed that he had broken the bowl. She began to clean it up as he continued to shake violently. A cop. A stinkin cop had to be killed in front of him. He cursed under his breath. He grabbed his jacket before he ran out of the apartment. He had a phone call to make.
He stormed down the stairs and right across the street. He picked up the public phone and looked around. He let out a sigh. The only reason he was even going to tell the cops what he saw is because his father was a cop once. He was shot to death in a drug bust.
His fingers numbly pressed the buttons to the anonyms tip hotline. His father had made him memorize it and swear to him that he would use it should he ever see something. His father had meant the world to him, and if he kept this promise just this once, Travis felt it would make up for the fact he was gay.
"Hello, what tip do you have for us today?" A woman's voice floated across the head of the phone.
"I know the two men who executed that cop."
He heard dead silence on the other end of the phone. He knew that they must have gotten dozen's of tips about that killing since the new aired. But he also knew his tone suggested he wasn't lying to gain attention.
"Ok sir, please tell me."
He began to describe the faces of the men, heck he even told them the names in which he figured they went by. He must have heard the cop say it before dying. The woman encouraged him to continue. He looked at his watched and curse. He hung up the phone and ran. He was going to be late for his shift at the diner! If he was late one more time he was going to be fired!
He ran all the way there, having no cule that while he was on the phone, the anonyms phone woman had called the central police station and had sent a cop to follow him. He didn't know that the cop would be the one to ruin his life for the moment. Heck he didn't even know that the cop would led him to the man he would fall in love with. But all that would be come clear very soon.
Travis worked hard during his entire shift, using the work as a way to forget the horrid memories of the man's death. It reminded him too much like his father's. He was glad that he had five minutes left for his shift. He started cleaning up when his boss suddenly grabbed his arm and threw him into a booth.
"I knew you would end up this way. Answer his question then get out. Your done for the day." his boss hissed before pushing him roughly as he left.
Travis peered at the man in front of him. His blue eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he looked at the man across from him. He instantly knew it was a cop. He could tell one from a mile away. He sneered. That bitch screwed him, he knew he was dead now.
The cop in front of him of him pulled out a note pad and a golf pencil.
"Tell me your name." He spoke in a slow drawl, almost in a monotonous voice.
"Fuck no. I don't know what you wan tor why you're even here!" Travis snarled as he stood up. He was about to walk out when he was suddenly yanked down into booth again. The cop snarled at him
"That cop was my partner. You will tell me what you saw. And you will do so. NOW!" Travis pushed himself deeper into the booth's seat, glaring at the man hatefully before he looked around. He felt as though people were listening to him, he really didn't want to die because he was at the wrong place and the wrong time.
He crossed his arms and began to tell the cop all he knew, keeping up his snotty attitude. He maybe only 17 but he knew that if the cop wasn't desecrate he would end up killed, not only him but also his family.
"Give me your name and address. You family names also."
Travis looked shocked!
"No way! I reported this anonymsly and I will stay that way!" With that Travis stormed off, forgetting that his boss had all the information and was so willing to give it away. Especially since he already believed Travis was going to go to jail any ways.
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A/N Something I dreamed about last night ^_^