"What's your fucking problem?!" The younger sister yelled as Fallon slammed the car door, sitting in the drivers seat squeezing her eyes shut. She tried her hardest to swallow the anger bubbling up her throat.
"Can't you go to one outing without having to ruin it? It was one shot, not a big deal. You overreact about everything Fallon!" Fi yelled.
"Watch your mouth." Fallon shot back.
"You are 16! You have no business drinking fucking alcohol, especially not at the direction of adults that you barely know!" Fallon turned to face her younger sister, who was clearly angry.
The older sister turned the car on and quickly drove off.
"Oh I'm sorry, who brought me around those adults again?" The younger sister boded sarcastically.
"Cut it out Fiona." Fallon spoke.
The car filled with silence as the sisters drove back home. Although Fallon was in fact upset about Cleo's parents influencing Fi to drink, deep down the woman knew that that wasn't the extent to her anger.
Something else clearly set her off.
And Fallon wasn't the only one who was set off.
"What the fuck were you guys thinking? Just because you guys drank when you were Fiona's age doesn't mean you had to right to encourage her to do the same!" Cleo yelled at her parents.
Marza came up behind the tatted woman and wrapped her arms around Cleo's waist only to be pushed away.
"And you!" She turned to Marza. "What was that?"
Marza shrugged, as Clyde chimed in.
"Mío dio.. Americans are so damn sensitive. It was one shot, wouldn't kill her" The man said carelessly, chewing a toothpick.
"Doesn't matter." Cleo grumbled.
"Honey, calm down. How about we apologize to her?" Cassandra offered.
"Apologize?" Clyde exclaimed, scoffing and taking a seat in one of the kitchens island chairs.
"Forget it." Cleo sighed and walked out of the living room, Marza following shortly behind. As the woman walked to the back door of the house, she turned around stopping Marza in her tracks.
"I need to make a call. Stop following me." She said harshly, before turning back around and exiting the house.
Marza turned to Cleo's parents who were still standing in the kitchen.
"She's been so damn cold lately. I can't remember the last time we had a conversation about anything other than her work." Marza scoffed.
Cleo stood outside, pulling out her phone and calling Fallon to no avail. The woman sighed and decided to just text her and apologize.
"It wasn't the shot." Cleo heard a voice say from behind her. She snapped her head around and saw her mother standing behind her.
"What're you talking about Ma." Cleo said turning her attention back to her phone.
"You're not angry about us giving Fiona alcohol — I mean, you probably are, but that's not the main problem." Cassandra was now standing beside her daughter.
Cleo simply sighed in response.
"Ragazza dolce (Sweet girl), look at me." Cassandra said, looking at her daughter who's obviously in distress. Cleo met her mothers gaze.
"For the first time in a long time since your sister was found, I've seen you actually seem happy today. For a split second, and it was when you were talking to Fallon." Cassandra said, smiling empathetically at her daughter.
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This was not our plan.
Romance"Wasn't it exhausting? Lying to my face for so long?" Cleo Atwood is the head of the Oceanside Criminal Investigative department, she's 28 and seemingly already has her life together. She's got her dream job, her dream house, her secrets buried deep...
