New York Detectives (Book 3)

Chapter 20

I walked up the driveway and onto the black and white tiled pathway. I jogged up the stairs and unlocked the front door, stepping inside.

"Sherlock?!" I called out, my voice echoing through the house. There was no reply and I rolled my eyes.

I walked upstairs to the bedroom and into the bathroom, flicking the switch on for the lights. I looked at the mirror and rubbed my face. I looked drained and it was physically showing.

"I need a bath. Too tired for a shower." I mumbled as I walked to the tub, pulling the switch up to close off the drain and I turned on the faucet, making the temperature of the water hot. Not boiling hot, but a soothing hot.

As I stood up, my shoulder hit into the cord to the shower head, and the head had gotten unhooked, falling and hitting me on the top of my head in the process.

I yelped and rubbed my head, calling out for Sherlock again, but receiving no answer. I grumbled to myself as I walked out, pulling out my phone. I scrolled for his contact name, Handsome Devil ^ω^ ( I mentally smiled at the name) and tried ringing the idiot.

I heard his phone go off, and I looked around, trying to find where the ringing was coming from. I saw the phone on the floor and I felt my anger return.

"The dimwit." I mumbled as I picked his phone up and hung up on myself. I tossed the phones, and my jacket, onto the bed.

I walked back into the bathroom and turned off the water as the tub was half way full. I turned around and walked back to the bedroom for new clothes, when my eyes met with hazel eyes as they stood by the doorway. This woman was someone I've never seen before.

She had an evil smile on her face, dark make up and blonde hair with dark highlights. She had a leather jacket on and black skinny jeans, ripped up and down the legs. Heels were making her taller than what she was.

"Do I know you?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

"No, but you will. You'll know me as the woman who kidnapped then killed you." she smiled and I nodded, looking down.

I looked up at her and took large strides in her direction. I had pulled my right fist back and swung. The woman had backed up and dodged my punch.

My mind wasn't focused as I kept swinging punches at her, but she had expertly dodged them. Every single one.

"Have you finished?" She asked and I laughed as I acted out of breath. I stood straight and raised my brow.

"Oh Hun, I've only gotten started." I said as I kicked her legs out from under her. She yelped in surprise but recovered quite quickly. As I went to kick her in the face, she grabbed my foot and twisted it.

I let out a yell as I had flipped, and I was down on my stomach within seconds. My mind immediately cleared and I got off my front, hoping the baby would be fine.

She was already standing as I stood up and I quickly turned towards her, only to be met with her fist. My head turned on impact and I stumbled backwards.

She rugby tackled me into the bathroom, pressing my back to the sink, and pressing her left arm to my throat, slowly adding pressure to choke me. She leaned her face close to mine and I could smell the lingering scent of marijuana on her breath.

"Oh, how's the baby?" She asked, and my face paled. She laughed and smirked.
"I can't wait to kill-" She was saying and I headbutt her. She had shook her head and cleared the pain away as she backed up. I was coughing and gasping, trying to get my breath back. Once I had recovered, she grabbed me by the top of my shirt and shoved me towards the bathtub.

I had stumbled and tripped over the edge and fell into the tub sideways but falling to my back, my feet in the air. The water splashed as I fell in, and as I went up for breath (and to try and get out of the tub), the woman pushed on my chest.

Sounds were muffled by the water, and my vision was blurry from the water being slushed around. I kept trying to get up, but she kept pressure on my chest.

I started clawing at her arms, and kicking my legs, hoping to bring her pain so she let up, if only a little.

I thrashed about, trying to hold the little breath I had. My hands searched for anything to hit her with, and I soon found the handle to the fallen shower head. I gripped the handle and swung my arm towards her, feeling the showe head slam into her.

She had let go of me and I came up for air, gasping loudly. She was on the floor, holding her head. I glared at her as I stood up, water pouring off of me and going back into the tub.

I stepped over the side and started to walk towards her, my shoes squeaking as I walked. She looked up at me and I kicked her in the face. She fell backward and I straddled her, starting to repeatedly punching her. I heard the skin on skin, bones cracking against bones.

I felt no mercy for her, and I could see the blood, and it clicked; I was going to kill her. And I didn't feel bad about it. I stopped, none the less, and I pulled her up by her collar, glaring down at her.

"Ever try to drown me again, and your body will be in the tub instead of mine." I threatened, watching fear fill her eyes.

I headbutt her, knocking her unconscious and leaving me with a slight headache. I sighed and leaned back, crawling backwards until my back hit into the tub. I put my hands onto my knees and put my head down, trying to gain my breath back.

"The Hell happened?" I heard Sherlock ask and I looked up at him.

I chuckled and shook my head as I leaned back onto the tub.
"She almost drowned me in the tub." I said and started to chuckle. "She regret her decision. Sending a message back to Stacie. Let the whore know that I'm not playing games."

I stared at the woman then to Sherlock.
"Can I throw her out the window?" I asked and Sherlock nodded.
"It's your turn anyway." He said as he walked out.

"Good." I said as I stood up and grabbed the woman's shirt and started to drag her across the floor.

"Buh-bye, Dude!" I stated as I opened the window. "Enjoy the fall."