Shoulda Just Called For Help
Shoulda Just Called For Help And Ran Like Hell That Day
Author: LexysCPDWords: 1,081Disclaimer: I don't own Chicago PD, the song lyrics (Titles), and the plot.Author's Notes: Sorry it took a while. So 20 favs, 64 follows, and 30 reviews. Sweet.
The chapter title is from the song, Whiskey by Jana Kramar.
Uploaded: May 03, 2014
Her phone wouldn't stop ringing. She knew who it was. She knew why it was ringing, but she couldn't open it. She didn't want to deal with it.
She rubbed her eyes in annoyance. Chad's name kept flashing. Erin didn't want to work, she wanted to stay home and protect Cassie, but she had to work. She couldn't stay home all the time. She had to work at some points.
"So he's the father?" Jay asked, as Erin drove them to a drug bust.
Erin nodded. She figured Jay deserved to know about Cassie's father, and her past with him after he had tried to protect her daughter.
"I met him a few years ago. He was charming, and nice. We started dated, then he changed. I didn't break up with him until he was arrested for drug trafficking. I found out I was pregnant three days later. I never told him," Erin answered, looking at the road ahead.
"And only Voight knows?" he asked, looking at the woman next to him.
Erin nodded. "He was the first person I told. He was with me through everything. He was there when she was born, every birthday. He plans to be there the first day of school."
"Sounds nothing like the Voight I know," Jay said, as they stopped in front of the house.
"Let's do this," Erin said, shaking her head.
Erin was driving home. She wanted to get to Cassie as quickly as she could. She thanked Laura for babysitting, gave her the amount needed, and then walked to her car with her daughter. Cassie was grinning, as she talked about what she did with Ava.
"We played. Mommy, where's Daddy Jay?" Cassie asked, as she played with a teddy bear in front of her.
Erin smiled softly before looking at her daughter. "I'll invite him to dinner."
Cassie threw her hands up and giggled. She then started to talk about anything and everything.
Cassie was skipping as they walked to their home. Erin stopped when she noticed the mat on the ground was moved. She turned and bent down to talk to Cassie.
"I want you to go to Ms. Samantha's apartment, and ask her if you can call Voight. Tell him to come here. Can you do that for me baby?" Erin asked, as she looked at her room.
Cassie frowned but nodded. Erin gave Cassie her phone and told her to go. Erin got up and walked to her room. Her hand was on her gun, as she opened her door, it was unlocked.
"You never answered my calls," someone said, as she entered the space. Erin groaned inwardly, as she turned on the lights. Chad was there, sitting on her sofa. He was holding a picture of Cassie.
"How did you get in here?"
"I have my ways. Where is she?"
"Where is my daughter?"
"Not until you tell me where my daughter is!"
"She's not your daughter!"
"You bitch. She's mine! She's my kid!" he snapped, glaring at her. "I want to meet her!"
"You'll meet her when you stop being an ass," Erin told him as her hand twitched near her gun.
"She's mine!" he shouted, his face red from anger. During the screaming match, he had been inching closer to her, until they were right in front of each other.
Erin slapped him. "Get the hell out!"
"Where is she?!" He raised his hand, and she got her gun.
"Get out, or I'll shoot you. I won't miss."
Chad glared at her. He took a step away form her, and tensed up.
"Get, out," she told him slowly. He stormed out of the room, and left. Erin let out the breath she was holding, and placed the gun on a table that was next to her. She closed her eyes.
"Are you okay?" Voight asked, as he stood at the door. His eyes showing pure concern. Next to him was Cassie. The three-year-old was holding his hand. She looked scared, and it hurt Erin to see her daughter like that.
Erin nodded and opened her arms for the child. She inhaled deeply, taking in her daughter's scent. She looked at Voight. "Can you stay the night? You can sleep in my room."
Voight shook his head. "I'll get the couch. Go sleep on your bed with Cass."
"Thank you," Erin whispered, as she picked up her daughter. She hugged her father and headed to her room. She hugged her daughter as they laid there.
"You okay mommy?" Cassie asked, as she looked at her mother with big hazel eyes.
Erin smiled and nodded. "I love you sweetie."
"I love you too mommy. Bestest mommy ever," she said, as she snuggled closer to her mother.
Erin held her close and closed her eyes, letting sleep take over.
Chad was in a bar, drinking. He was thinking of a way to get his daughter, the daughter he was deprived of. He wanted to hurt Erin, like how he was hurting. He didn't notice two men sitting next to him.
"She's mine. No bitch can take her away from me," he muttered, as he swallowed his drink. He signaled the bartender for more.
One of the men made a comment.
"I love my kids. But I would never take them from their mother. They need their mother more than they need their father," the one on his right said.
"What if she didn't let you see her?" Chand asked, frowning.
The man on his left shook his head. "I would make it right for the mother. I would make her see I'm good for the kids. I would show her I'm a great man," the man on his left responded.
"She's a bitch. She doesn't deserve her," Chad snarled, as he got another drink.
"I would be careful about what you say," someone said from behind him.
Chad got up and turned around. He was face-to-face with Jay Halstead. Chad glared at him. He was about to swing, but the man on his right, now his left, stopped him.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said, raising his eyebrow.
Chad huffed and stormed out. Jay glared at him before turning to the other two men.
"Thanks," he said, as he gave them a small smile.
"Anything for Erin and Cassie," Dawson told him, while Ruzek nodded.
Jay nodded, hoping Chad would stay away.
Next Chapter:It's Times Like These You Learn to Love Again