Broken, not Shattered

Aftermath

T/W: pure smut

~What a wicked game to play,

to make me feel this way,

What a wicked thing to do,

to make me dream of you~

~Stone Sour Version~

Sophie really hated the police. They had her down at the station, interrogating her like a criminal. She sipped from a bottle of water and waited for the next detective to come in and interrogate her. She was cold in the small room. She was sure it was on purpose, some subtle form of torture. Bastards.

"Miss Watts?"

She looked up from her hands. It was a new detective. Goodie.

"I'm detective Lee, sorry this is taking so long."

"I bet." she watched him shuffle papers.

He pulled the chair from under the table and set down. "I think were are almost done, I will go over what you told us. If you agree to what's written you will sign the bottom and then you can go."

"I refuse to sign anything. Am I being detained?"

He looked over at her, "No."

"Am I under arrest?"

He frowned, "No."

"I would like to leave now. I have entertained this nonsense long enough. I was treated like a criminal when your men pulled me out of a locked room. No one asked if I was even okay. I demand to be let go now or I will get a lawyer and sue this department for everything I can get."

"Miss Watts, that is not necessary. You are free to go."

"Thank you." she stood and moved to the door. It buzzed and she opened it.

The officer at the front desk gave her back her drivers license and the bag with her keys and other items.

"Thank you, I need a ride back to my vehicle that is parked at the bank."

"Yes ma'am it will be just a second."

Sophie was holding herself together in front of all of these men. She had been sitting in the "interview room" for hours. She was tired and wanted to go home. A woman came forward and introduced herself.

"I'm officer Bailey. Let's get you back to the bank."

Sophie smiled at her. "Thank you."

She followed the woman to an unmarked car and drove in relative silence, which Sophie was thankful for. The car pulled into the bank parking lot and Sophie moved to get out.

"You did good. Its a big boys club in there. They think women can be intimidated. I'm glad you finally stood your ground."

"Um, Thanks I guess." 

She hated that this woman decided to congratulate her for saving herself from the grief instead of helping during the hours of bullshit. Sophie closed the door and the woman left. She moved to her car. She had sold Alex's car and used the money to buy hers. It wasn't as fancy as Alex's old car, but it got her to work and back and was all hers. She slid in and started the car. She turned the heater on and blasted it until she felt warm again.

The drive home was quick. She hurried up to her apartment and ran a hot bath. She slid into the near boiling water and leaned her head back. Her muscles finally started to relax. Then the tears came. She cried, letting all of the frustration from the three different detectives asking her the same questions.