Shattered #Wattys2016

Chapter 6

That same night, I woke up. I looked to see it was at least 10 pm, and I felt a little refreshed I sat up and stretched, then walked into the living room to find her wide away, eating a Marie Calendar's Microwavable potpie, and watching a late night talk show. I stayed silent as I made my way to the kitchen to make myself one.

"You know you should have let me gone," She said, not taking her eyes off the screen. I sighed, and shut the door to the microwave.

"You know I wouldn't do that,"

"Wouldn't or couldn't?" She snapped back.

"I'm not like them. I'd rather have you here for the rest of the time then anywhere near outside. it's too dangerous,"

"Then why won't you stop them from doing this to me? I have no say in what happens to me....it's like I'm a slave and I have to do everything they say or else, I get punished for it," She said, looking at me I looked down at the floor, she was right about that.

"Well I am to. I'm just their pack mule doing all the work while they get credit for it, but as long as the person we're after is taken in, then I don't care. I care when they put my witness or my squad into the mishap, and end up getting them killed, then it's all L.A.P.D's fault for the death not them," She looked away, stirring the contents of the potpie with her fork.

"I know...but I just feel like...an outcast,"

"You're not. You are important to the case" She shook her head again.

"You don't get it!! I don't want to be just some tool you use once and then shut it out in the tool box to rust!! I don't want to be just part of the fucking case!! I want to be apart of someone's life as a friend!! A lover!! A sister!! Something other than a material!!" she screamed. I looked at her, and just nodded my head.

"I don't want to die before I even began to live....this is exactly is what happened in New York" She said.

"What happened in New York?" She stayed silent. Then looked up with a sigh.

"I-I was an outcast throughout my entire childhood. My father was barely there, and when he was, he was drunk. I never had any friends and the ones I did, pulled me from on way to another...making me their gossip recorder, and then when the stuff got out, they all blamed me for telling, when I never did. I never had anyone to be close to....I wish I did, but I didn't. That's why I moved here...so I could start over and maybe be treated differently...but I guess I was wrong. I never got the chance to show people who I really am. Hell....I don't know who I am anymore...I'm nothing but a tool in everyone's tool box," She said, throwing her pie away and trudging back to the bedroom. I sat there and watched her. I looked down and groaned. This whole mess was tearing her apart, and there was nothing I could do about it. The phone rang, so I answered and sighed.

"Hello?"

"Jackson?" It was the same douche bag from this morning.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Temper Jackson. Anyways I called to tell you the plans for tomorrow,"

"Tomorrow, you said-,"

"I've changed my mind. The sooner the better. Now, Go out and about, walking, shopping, whatever and make it known that she's not worried about him. We'll be tailing behind for extra help,"

"If you don't change your mind then," I grumbled.

"What?"

"I said, what time?"

"At around 3pm, that should be enough time," I wrote it down and said.

"We'll head to the mall on Richards and Grant for a spell, then make our way to the Vietnamese restaurant across the street,"