ART COVER INSPIRED BY: nmuurder ON INSTAGRAM
Extra details (smoke, ash, words, etc.) by: me
Y/N is a detective, who is currently attempting to solve a case. Someone has burnt down a building and killed multiple people and their loved ones. That pe...
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My foot taps impatiently on the floor as I stare at the wall clock. "When is she gonna come out?" I groan.
Wilbur and Nick were sitting down on the hospital chairs. We were all waiting for Minx to come out of the washroom.
You heard that right— or read that right. She was in the washroom doing who knows what.
"Do you lady's always take this long in the restroom?" Wilbur points with his thumb to the washroom doors.
"No! As you can see, I'm not pleased with her right now!" I put my hands on my hips. "I still need to change! What time is it now?"
Wilbur pulls up his sleeve and looks at his silver watch. "7:40, we still have a decent amount of time. Don't worry!"
Yeah right. I drop myself onto an empty seat next to Wilbur, waking up Nick. "Wh- Huh?" He snorts, darting his head from side to side.
"Hey y'all!" Minx yells, making all of us stand up and turn to face her.
"There you are, about time." Wilbur chuckles. "What were you doing in there?"
Minx walks towards us slowly. "Trying to poop? What else? What do you want me to say? I have broken ribs and I had to go poop. I can barely even walk! Let alone sit."
"Yes Wilbur, she did acrobatics in the washroom," Nick pats Wilbur's shoulder lightly and stretches. "Anyways, let's go home. I'm tired."
"Did y'all tell the boss about my.. uh.. issue?" Minx leans on me. "I'm so fired if you guys didn't."
The three of us looked at each other then back at Minx. "Hold on-" We look back at each other, this time with worried expressions. "Did you-" We say at the same time. "No way.." The three of us stare at one another.
"Oh my fucking God," The injured lady whimpers. "Fuck you! And fuck you! And fuck you!"
"Hold on now," Nick says, taking a few steps back. "We were so worried for you that we didn't even bother calling your boss!"
"Cut the bullshit," Minx snarls. She takes out her phone from her back pocket. "I have over five missed calls from him!" Minx slams her phone in her face. "Ouch-"
"Ah well!" I say, pulling her phone out of her hand. "I doubt you'll be fired, the guy can't be that harsh now, can he?" I put Minx's phone back into her pocket.
"You don't know shit Y/N.." Minx groans. "Just let me sleep at your place tonight."
"Sure thing," I pat her hand that was gripping on my shoulder. "Wil, can you drive?" He nods and I throw the keys to him. "Let's get you home."
