Canary /Discontinued/

Chapter 8

Narrators POV:

The smell of burnt coffee and wood polisher hit them as they walked in.

The man inside his cubicle looked up at the two women with disinterest evident in his expression.

“What do you want?” He barked over to them seemingly annoyed by their mere presence.
“She'd like to file a report”

The bored man gave out an exaggerated sigh as he pushed a button on the phone.
As the first few rings sounded he looked back up at them with a face that said 'See, they ain't picking up, so you might as well just leave.'

As the person picked up on the other side he said
“Hey Andre, there are two women in front of me, one wants to file a report.”
After hearing him say 'alright, send them in' he curtly told them the room number before going back to reading his magazine.

(Y/N)s heart rate picked up further and further as they neared room 329.
The clicking of Beatrice's high heels echoed in the still air making the (h/c) by her side even more unnerved.

As they arrived in front of the big mahagony door the older lady knocked and after getting a 'come in' pushed the anxious girl in, telling her she'll be waiting outside.

(E/c) eyes filled with fear as she scanned the neatly organized room before catching sight of two figures.
A man and a woman.
The man seemed to be in his early 60s, he was a balding man of afro american descent.
His chocolate brown eyes slightly hidden behind black framed glasses shined with the most intelligent look she's seen on anyone his age before.

The brunette woman beside him oozed an intimidating aura, her cold blue eyes pierced the female to her spot.

The short man stood up from his seat and motioned for her to take the one opposite of him.

She reluctantly moved closer, afraid that one wrong movement would make the scary looking curvy woman standing beside him lash out on her.

“Welcome miss.
My name is officer Hobbs and this is my partner officer Meyer.”
He said motioning over to the short woman next to him who nodded as a greeting.

“ Now, please tell us the details about the case.”

She gathered every last droplet of courage left in her body before she began recounting the past events.

The further she got, the more interest filled officer Meyers light blue eyes.

Certainly, the case itself wasn't uncommon and neither was her reaction but a part of her told her to wait and see, things will only get down hill from here.

As, the conversation continued on the (h/c) took her phone out and slid it over the table displaying the only evidence she had besides her spoken words.

The chocolate orbs of Officer Hobbs ran over the messages finding nothing out of the ordinary.
He has dealt with stalkers before and this one, oh this one wasn't anything new under the sun.

As, the girl finally calmed her fast heartbeat down by finishing her story she was oh so anxious about speaking of he raised his gaze to meet her own.

“I'm sorry miss (L/N), but there isn't enough evidence to start a case with.
The person who chased you might have not even been connected to the sender of these messages in any way.”

The words paralyzed the girl as he slid the phone back to her.
An icy grasp froze her heart for a second as her anxiety level started to rise again.

The tightening of her throat only seemed to subdue a bit by the next words that seemed to echo in the small room.

“If you happen to gather more evidence please do not hesitate to contact us.”

Officer Meyer added as she observed the shocked girls countenance.

The (h/c) nodded her head before muttering out her goodbyes and heading for the door on her shaky legs which she feared would give out underneath her weight.

She stumbled into the waiting room eyes searching for the slightly familiar head of black hair of her companion.

A tap on her shoulder made her jump and almost scream before she whipped around to face the person.

And there she was...

Beatrice took her hand and led her out of the police station guiding her to the car.

Once inside, she turned over to the speechless girl asking her to tell her about what happened while she was waiting for her.

After she finally caught up with the recent events a question popped up in her head.

“Where are you going to stay?” she asked while glancing over the (h/c) sitting in the passenger seat.

“I don't know” was her barely audible answer.

The older woman was caught off guard by this. And against her better judgement further pressed further on the topic.

“Don't you have any family or friends you can go to?”

The question seemed to have struck a nerve as (Y/N) shook her head with a sad look in her (e/c) eyes.

*Time skip, 20 minutes later*

The ladies pulled up onto a driveway.

The (h/c) was confused why she was still there with her.
'Why didn't she drop me off somewhere already?' she questioned as her brows knitted together.

Kindness was a barely familiar concept to her so experiencing it from a stranger at that was confusing to the her.

The ravenette hesitantly turned towards (h/c).
Green orbs shining with determination as they gazed into (e/c) ones.

“You can stay over until you work things out with your mom.”
The sentence hung over them in the air. Beatrice was instantly filled with regret as her mind deciphered what she just said.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was frozen in shock.
'Why?' Was the only thing echoed inside her mind.

*Later*
The (h/c) settled in the guest room that'll serve as hers for the time being. Unpacking her two bags of belongings took even less time than she expected.

Grabbing her earphones she connected them to her telephone.

As the speakers were place into her ears and the first chords started oozing through them her tense shoulders started to relax.
She went over to the door and locked it before sprawling across the bed.

(S/t) eyelids fluttered over tired (e/c) orbs as she let herself be carried away by the song.

For the first time in the past few weeks she let her true feelings show themselves.

The broken mask she wore slipped off of her face and exposed the traumatized woman.

Tears started to run free, her body started to tremble and her fingers got entangled in her own (h/c) locks pulling at them whenever the wave of her emotions came crashing down too hard.

The hiccups gradually died down as she started to doze off.

Just like back in that hellhole she cried herself to sleep again...