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At Every Turn	By : peachesalways2007 Category: M through R > Power Rangers Views: 7728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jones Residence
Malibu, California
April 25th, 2003
"You did an excellent job, Miguel. You shall be handsomely rewarded when all of this is over," Victoria said as she checked herself in the mirror and admired the exceptional work her accomplice made on her face.
"It's no problem, Vicky. But, I just have one question: why are you really doing this? I mean, I can understand wanting the guy back, but to falsely accuse him of assaulting you? I mean, clearly, there should be another way for you in getting him back," Miguel asked as he stood right behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
She stared blankly at the mirror. "Every attempt at getting my man back has failed. And, besides, sometimes, if you love that person so much, you have to ruin his life in order to get him back."
"That don't make any sense, but if this Jason guy means that much to you, well, then, more power to you. I'm getting out of here," he replied as he removed his hands away from her and proceeded to head towards the door.
"Oh, and Miguel? Remember what I said. You keep your mouth shut and don't bring any attention to yourself. And when the time is right, I'll call you back so you can be handsomely rewarded for your hard work," she said with a wink. Shivering nervously, Miguel left the house, shutting the door behind him.
Victoria returned her attention to the full length mirror and ran her finger over her bruised cheek; wincing slightly as she pinched her cheek lightly. He really did a number on her, which turned out to be perfect for her because there was no way in hell Jason will be able to talk his way out of this. He'll have no other choice than to take her back because, otherwise, he'll end up in jail, his friends will turn against him and, if Victoria really has her way, that meddling bitch Trini will have no other choice than to break up with him. Then, he'll end up a shell of his former self; wondering how did he end up in this predicament in the first place and with nowhere else to turn, he'll end up crawling back to her.
I'm sorry it has come to this, Jason. None of this would be happening if you would've just forgiven me and took me back, but, no, you're so convinced that I'll hurt you again that you ended up in that bitch's bed. Well, no more. Once everyone see the bruises on my face, you'll end up with absolutely nothing. Then, you'll have no choice but to come back to me!
Smirking evilly, the former redhead reached down and picked up the phone off the receiver and began dialing 911. After only a few rings, someone picked up.
"Yes, my name is Victoria Jones and I need police assistance. My boyfriend physically attacked me and I'm afraid of him. His name? Jason Lee Scott."
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Rollins Realty
Malibu, California
April 25th, 2003
It was turning out to be another slow day at the office, so Jason sat at his desk, mulling over mounds and mounds of paperwork and nursing his third cup of coffee. It has been truly been a tiring week for the original red ranger, who wanted to cut out of here, go home, climb into bed and sleep for the rest of the day. Between his demanding career, having to deal with Victoria's nonstop craziness and not spending any quality time with Trini, well, he was going insane.
Hell, if anything, he was getting a headache (no pun intended).
Sighing deeply, he ran his fingers through his short brown hair and continued working until the door to his office was opened and one of his co-workers stepped right inside, looking puzzled. Jason raised his head up to see what was happening.
"Hey, Mitch, what's up?" he asked.
"Jason, you need to come out here right now. There's two cops waiting in the lobby and they're looking for you," Mitch said, apparently out of breath.
Looking puzzled himself, Jason got up from his desk and followed Mitch right out. Sure enough, two uniformed officers were standing in the lobby, talking to several other workers and asking routine questions about Jason's character.
"Uh, may I help you officers?" Jason asked as he approached them slowly.
"Are you Jason Lee Scott?" one uniformed officer asked as the original red ranger approached them with apprehension.
"Yes, I am. May I help you?" Jason replied, looking concerned.
"We're gonna need you to come with us, sir. We have some questions to ask you about your girlfriend, Victoria Jones," another uniformed officer said as he placed his hand on Jason's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, but you're mistaken. Victoria Jones is my ex-girlfriend. My girlfriend's name is Trinity Kwan," Jason replied, his confusion growing higher.
"Oh, really? Well, just come with us so we can figure some things out, please? I promise you, everything will be worked out," the first uniformed officer said as they proceeded to leave.
"Jason, what's going on? Is everything okay?" Mitch asked as he watched his friend and colleague being led away by the officers.
"I hope so. If not, call Trini! She's a lawyer!" Jason screamed before he disappeared from sight.
As he was put into the backseat of the squad car once they got outside, Victoria was watching the whole thing unfold from a distance. Smiling evilly, the former redhead's plan in getting her man back was going well so far. Soon, he'll be back where he belongs and his so-called girlfriend will be out of the picture...permanently!
As she drove away, little did she know, however, her plan will once again go up in smoke.
And when she discovers the person responsible, he or she will pay...big time!
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Interrogation Room
Malibu Police Station
Malibu, California
April 25th, 2003
Jason couldn't believe he was here. He didn't understand what he did and why was he the one being targeted. Slumping down in his chair, the former red ranger's patience was wearing thin and if somebody doesn't tell him something soon, his head will explode. Now, he's known for being level headed, calm, cool and collected, but considering the roller coaster ride he's been through over the last year, well, you can't blame him for going off the deep end.
Just then, a seasoned detective finally came in. He had a manilla folder in his hands as he watched how disheveled and frustrated Jason was looking. Realizing that he had to get to the bottom of what was going on, he pulled out a chair and sat right down across from the original red ranger, then he dropped the folder on the wooden table.
"Do you know why you're here, Mr. Scott?" Detective Barton Hamilton asked, getting right to the point.
"No, I really don't. I don't know what's going on, but I can guarantee you, my ex-girlfriend has something to do with why I'm here," Jason replied, breathing heavily.
"Your ex-girlfriend? Her name wouldn't happen to be Victoria Jones, right?" Hamilton asked, arching an eyebrow up skeptically.
"You would be right. I don't know what to do with her. She won't leave me alone; ever since I broke up with her over a year ago, she's been a constant terror in my life. She's even dragging my current girlfriend and my friends through the wringer," Jason explained, placing his head in his hands.
"Okay, if she's such a terror, then why don't you explain these?" Hamilton asked as he opened up the manilla folder and took out several photos. He placed them, one by one, in front of Jason, who raised his head up long enough to look at them. Needless to say, a mixture of shock, disbelief and bewilderment etched on his face.
"What the hell?!" he screamed, shaking his head in disbelief.
"She called 911 earlier and reported that you beat her up so badly, she ended up with contusions on her face. What time did you arrive at her house today, Mr. Scott?" Hamilton asked, getting angry.
"I didn't go to her house. At all. I went to work at the real estate office at 8am and have been there all day. My co-workers will confirm my alibi," Jason said, trying to reason with the detective, who doesn't look convinced.
"What about last night?" Hamilton asked as he took the photos away from Jason.
"I was in Los Angeles at my girlfriend's house. I didn't get home until around 5: 30am. Like I said before, my ex has been a constant terror in my life ever since I caught her having sex with another man last year. She constantly stalked me, sending me provocative photos through my e-mail, attacked my girlfriend even had her stepfather tried to seduce at her home. The last time I was at her house was a little over a year ago and she tried to seduce me there. I even had to call the police myself when she broke into my house last week and tried to assault me. I have the surveillance video as proof," Jason explained, getting exasperated.
"Tell me something else, then, Mr. Scott. If she's such a terror, why didn't you get a restraining order?" Hamilton asked, still looking stony.
"I tried, but you guys blew me off; telling me that I should be lucky to have someone who loves me that much. Plus, men being stalked is still a rare occurrence, so we get very little to almost no help in these kinds of cases. If I didn't know any better, I think she's trying to..." Jason never got to finish because the door opened once again, only this time, a uniformed officer walked in with a sharp dressed women trailing right behind him.
"Detective, Mr. Scott's lawyer is here," she announced before turning on her heel and walked out of the interrogation room.
"I would like to have a word with my client in private, please?" she announced, placing her briefcase on the table.
Sighing deeply, Hamilton got up, grabbed the photos from the table, put them back into the manilla folder and walked out of the interrogation room, leaving Jason and his lawyer alone.
"Trini, I'm so glad you're here," he said, jumping up from his chair and wrapping his arms around her. She eagerly went to his arms and felt his tears pressing against her face.
"I got here as soon as I could. Now, what's going on?" she asked when they pulled apart.
"This time, Victoria has gone too far. She had the damn nerve to get me arrested for beating her up," he said, reaching over and picking up the photos off the table.
"What?! Are you serious?" she asked, looking completely shocked.
"Dead serious. I mean, I was at work, minding my own business when Mitch came into my office and told me that two uniformed officers were looking for me. So, I went out and approached them and the next thing I knew, I'm being shoved into a cop's car and I'm now here," he explained, running his fingers through his hair as he handed the photos over to her.
"You're right, baby. That bitch has gone too far. Don't worry about this, okay? I'm gonna figure out a way to get you out of here ASAP," she replied
"I really hope so. I'm pretty much at the end of my rope concerning Victoria. She's just so determined to get me back, she'll even go so far than to ruin my life to make it happen. At the rate she keeps going, I'm gonna end up in a straightjacket at a mental institution because she's driving me insane," he muttered underneath his breath.
"Let's not get too ahead of ourselves, Rex. Like I said before, I'll find a way to get you out of here. Now, have they set any bail yet?" she asked as they both sat down across from each other.
"No. I don't even know if I'm even under arrest. When those two uniformed officers came by the office, they didn't put me in handcuffs," Jason said, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"They didn't put you in handcuffs and you weren't read your Miranda rights? Yeah, I smell a rat," Trini said, staring right at her boyfriend.
"Me, too. I just don't know what it is," he replied, closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath.
She reached over and placed her hand on top of his gently. "Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna get to the bottom of them right away. Something tells me Victoria is doing more than just falsely accusing you."
"You think because she has her own legal nightmare to face that she's doing this to save herself some time?" Jason asked softly as he leaned forward.
The original yellow ranger's face went from stony to anger as she leaned over and got in his face. "Believe me, Rex. When I get through with that bitch, she's gonna wish that she was never born."
Meanwhile, a woman wearing a black hoodie walked inside the police headquarters and approached the front desk. She pulled the dark garment over her face to conceal the bruises on her face; though she's not here to report her boyfriend beating her up. Instead, the woman was here to give the cops information on an innocent man being railroaded by a deranged and possessive former girlfriend who won't leave him alone. Believe me, she had dealt with that woman's wrath and that's why she ended up in the predicament she's in because of this deranged woman.
"Hi. May I help you, young lady?" a female uniformed officer asked when she approached the table.
The woman pushed the hoodie away from her face long enough to stare at the officer. "Uh, yes, I understand that you have a suspect in custody over an assault case."
"Yes, we do, but at this time, we can't provide anymore information. Why do you ask?" the officer asked.
"I'm here to clear his name. He's not a violent man and he's been falsely accused by an ex-girlfriend who's been terrorizing him for a little over a year," the woman said defiantly.
"Wait, how do you know all of this?" the officer asked, looking puzzled.
The woman removed the hoodie away from her face and ran her fingers through her long blond hair. The female officer looked stunned because she vaguely remembered this woman's face, which was now covered in bruises, being plastered all over the missing person's bulletin. No one believed she would turn up alive after being gone for a little over a year.
"Oh, my God. Y-you're that missing woman," the female officer stammered, her face still masking in shock.
The blond woman just nodded her head. "I am. I woke up out of my coma and now, I'm here to clear my friend's name. I have information about his ex-girlfriend, Victoria Jones."
"You have information?"
"You bet your ass I do. She's the reason why I'm here today. It started a little over a year ago..."
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