A KEY RATTLED IN THE LOCK, the front door opened. Inside a dark house, a young woman stepped inside and hung her pink leather jacket. The dim lights came on next when she walked across the anteroom passage — but, she was unaware of someone who was present in the house, watching her every movement.

The brunette was wearing leotards leggings — and from her right arm to her back was adorned as a canvas for a single spiral complex tattoo artwork of peacock plumes. She slipped off her top before she entered the bathroom. Her hand turned on the faucet of a bathtub, her leotard peeled off. The girl in her thong now, stood topless in front of the bathroom mirror. The nineteen-year-old albino skinned Lilya Devon wiped her make-up off.

She was startled when a naked intruder came over from behind, grabbed and dragged her into the bedroom. The teenager screamed when she was next slammed vehemently on to the wall cabinet — Roberta started kissing her amorously —- before throwing her forcefully on to the bed. Pinning her down, the butch cop continued to kiss all over the girl's torrid body. Lilya's hand reached under a pillow, and now grasped a dildo which she wet it on her licentious tongue...

"Rob, do me..."

She lay nether and gazed at the full-length mirror above the bed that was fastened on the ceiling with her nude paramour on top — doing her.

After the five years of them both living together, she has managed to tame the choleric cop with their liaison of shared abysmal, sexual fantasy games. Ever since then, the ex-hooker named Snow White had also been faithful to the cop who did not see her as a bawd anymore — but, as her lascivious, succubus-lover. Roberta even gave her an endearing bitch-name — Snowy.

*

It was about five sinuous years ago when Roberta was still sitting on the steps of her porch at her former house — assessing deeply of the ripping thoughts about this mysterious stalker break-ins into her own house — despite changing the locks of the doors. Roberta had kept it a secret too from everyone at the precinct or else she would be a ridiculed hero-cop who could not cover her back from a mere teenager — whose M.O. was very puzzling...

But, Roberta realized that the intruder could be dangerous, after seeing her pull the trigger twice and executing the leader pimp — whom the wounded Roberta later got the sole credit as a hero — with a bravery medal plus a promotion.

She feared that this inexplicable teen criminal, who despite saved her life that night by killing her pimp —- might want to harm Laura — because the imposter had been stalking into Laura's wardroom on several occasions — leaving clues of newspaper cuttings by the bedside...

The entire enigmatic episodes were still baffling — and now, Roberta wanted to get to the bottom of it — and find out the true identity of the albino street hooker named Snow White.

Roberta waited and ditched her second cigarette butt away when the car headlights shone into her driveway. Roberta went forward to her friend from the CPD — Detective Sal handed her a file from outside the sedan's window, with an extended invitation...

"Sitting at home and fingering yourself on a Saturday night, Rob? Come on buddy, hop in and let's go to Larrie's for a couple of cold ones."

"Nah, not tonight Sal — thanks anyway, dude."

Roberta Jensen declined the invite, and the car backed off and left

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Roberta went in and locked the front door. She dropped the file on the couch and went to the kitchen —- and returned with a half-bottle of bourbon and a plastic clear glass. She laid on the couch, drank her bourbon and flipped through the file with the mugs shots of Lilya Devon — the albino Lolita prostitute — known as Snow White in the Black neighbourhood streets.

Roberta flipped through the records of the foster home — but, her vision began to blur — she looked at the glass in her hand that it dropped at once from her limp fingers, spilling the liquor on the floor. Roberta tried her best to stand up — but, she flopped down off the floor...

The thirteen-year-old Snow White walked out of Roberta's kitchen with a mop stick — she poked the tip at the unconscious cop. She dropped the mop stick down and dragged the unconscious adult policewoman by both her feet, heading towards the bedroom...

*

It was almost an hour later when her eyes opened consciously slowly to the sounds; her head was still spinning but Roberta identified someone was sitting at the foot of the bed — crying and ripping more pages from the file given earlier by Detective Sal.

Roberta also realized that she was handcuffed to the post of her bed with her own police cuffs — Roberta looked across the room at the wooden chair where she hung her holster — and the pistol was missing. Her heart palpitated faster when Lilya looked up at her with tears, but Roberta spoke first...

"You drugged me."

The girl did not reply — despite she had spiked the bourbon earlier with date-rape roofie. The albino teenager started ranting back instead...

"Why do you have to dig up into my past? It is all lies — the foster homes are not giving you the real story but you will believe this crap anyway — because you think like a stupid cop-pig...

"Where was the part in this, which says that I was sexually abused by those who ran that fucking half-way homes? Even the fucking cooks stuck carrots inside me and threatened to brand me with a hot skewer if I tell on them."

Roberta saw her crying bitterly — and the service pistol was on the girl's lap — and this was not good either...

The distressed girl concluded in tears. "That is the reason I rather stay in the streets because the people I trusted are the ones wanted to hurt me the most."

"Why are you stalking me then? What do you want?"

Roberta was curious after the couple months of baffling occurrences with the girl's shadowy motives. Lilya wiped her tears and took out a photo from her sling bag and showed it to Roberta — it was an old photograph of a Hispanic male.

"This man — do you recognize him?"

"No."

Roberta shook her head puzzled, and softly replied. Lilya dug up again from her bag and pulled out a plastic laminated photocopy of a newspaper cutting with headlines...

'9 YEAR OLD KILLS HOSPITAL SERIAL RAPIST.'

"How about now?"

After many years — Roberta could finally put a face to the forgotten man that as a child, she bludgeoned to his death after he had raped Laura that night in her wardroom. In the fit of her rage of that moment, her mind had blanked then — she could not recall the face of the demised janitor, until now...

"He was my Mamma's boyfriend," the teen appended...

Roberta took a deep breath — and sighed deeply inwards.

"I get it, now you want revenge — so you are here to kill me," she kept glancing at the gun on the young intruder's lap.

"Fuck no, I will never hurt you..."

"...in fact, I am so glad this horrible motherfucker is dead — I personally didn't know him because I was only just a baby back then — but that man had abused my Mamma badly in the past.

"On the night before he died, he tied and locked my Mamma up at home — and he also left a suicide note behind saying that he would kill all of us after he got back from his work shift at the hospital. The spic-fucker was dying at that time with the virus and he wanted to take his life, Mamma's life too — but — it was a miracle that you killed him at the hospital that very same night."

She placed the gun on the bed and she continued narrating.

"My Mamma told me those stories later when I was growing up — she told them to me like it was a fairytale during my bedtime at night — of how a brave 9-year-old girl killed the beast that had trapped us. If it was not for you, that animal would have killed her and probably killed me too, you know?

"My Mamma always finished that story by telling me to grow up someday to be like that brave girl — just like you were, Robbie."

She continued to pour more about her past...

"But I was eight when Mamma died of cancer, and I had to go and live in foster homes. Everyone over there picked on me because I looked different from them — those kids called me awful names like 'ugly skinned freak' and 'white devil' — then the abuse got physical and worst — when the adults started touching me — and so one day, I just disappeared and lived in the streets...

"It was tough in the beginning, yes, but I kept my hopes and strength up — because I wanted to be like that same brave girl Mamma had told me in that fairytale, the girl who killed the beast..."

Lilya looked and she disclosed more as she wiped off her tears.

"You have always been my hero — I will never harm nor hurt you in any way, Roberta Jensen."

Roberta was astounded and did not know what to say at that moment — but most importantly, she felt assuage that the disheartened girl would not be pulling the trigger and executing her tonight like what she did to her pimp.

She saw the girl wiping more of her tears away, and imparted more of her pensive thoughts...

"Somehow fate and destiny were converging us again like twin-souls — when the Universe made you save me the second time that night again."

She narrated details of the shoot-out between Roberta and the four, Black shemale gangbangers while she hid, peeking behind the dumpster. When Roberta found her there, and how Lilya then spotted the name-tag on the beat cop's uniform — 'Roberta Jensen' — the older selfsame hero from her Mamma's fairytale — who came and saved her once again from other beasts...

Roberta felt swelled by listening to her heroic part in that legendary moments, narrated by the teenager — in her reverie — the shoot-out was a turning point from her previous loser's life as a beat-cop; and later became an overnight national hero, and was followed with a rank preferment as sergeant in her department.

Now, based on what the girl had said and judged her body language, Roberta did not see any belie of a charlatan — but — what did she want now?

"Something about the shooting that night told me to be with you — even though you will never accept me into your life — because I am an ugly freak to you too — so that is why, you wanted that beautiful, blond policewoman."

Lilya then admitted that she stalked her — and, she was at Larrie's Bar on the night Roberta kissed Wanda Callahan in the wash-room. Later, after being rejected by the blonde — she noticed Roberta had drunk the entire bottle of tequila and passed out on the table...

"But, you still held a candle in the dark — hoping someday, that blond will come back to you — I know you will never accept me for who I am — I am just an ugly street whore to you..."

Roberta at that moment was still stuck with the trenching thoughts of standing in front of the bathroom mirror the next morning, looking at love bites all over her neck and chest — the endowed gift of the shifty, perpetrating succubus that visited her that very night — Roberta snapped out from the reminiscence — when Lilya now raised her voice in anger and held up the gun towards her face...

"Fuck you, Jensen! So you think you can know everything about me by digging into my past, you stupid pig?"

She stood up from the bed, facing the cop — and rend-up the file into half by the covers — before she threw it on Roberta...

"So you think this ugly freak is a threat to you — and is also a danger to your sister? You don't know me, okay! So you listen to me, Rob — I will get out of your life now and you will never see me again!"

Lilya started to walk across to the bedroom door while she spoke and placed the pistol on the bureau...

"I will call 9-1-1 when I am at a safe distance — they will send help to get you off those cuffs."

Lilya opened the bedroom door when Roberta finally arbitrated...

"Lilya, please don't go..."

This made the girl halt on the spot with her hand still on the doorknob.

She heard the cop at her rearward saying to her...

"Where would you go?"

The girl was now mordant, yet she refused to turn back her head to look...

"Why you ask, do you wanna track me down and arrest me next?"

"No, I want you to stay and be with me — I need someone, and so do you, Lilya — come, please stay here with me..."

The albino skinned girl recalled a recent reverie she had of trying to assassinate the then-Senator Madeline Cory. In that new fairytale, Roberta the cop returned back heroic again — only to shoot her twice in the heart — and gallantly killed the ugly-homeless beast.

Lilya finally turned back to stare hard at the cuffed Roberta — wondering if she could trust the 'pig'?