New York Detectives (Book 3)

Chapter 28

I had changed into my outfit, grumbling at all of the pink. I then walked out of the bathroom and pinned up my hair (after finding and thoroughly washing several bobby pins). I put on the blonde wig, fixing the bangs and the hair so it looked as natural as it could.

I pulled out the makeup and leaned forward, beginning to mix the eyeshadow, making that weird wing that people found so hard to do (only took me one try), and applied the lipstick. I took the mascara last and swiped the makeup on a few times and smiled at the outcome. The blush I put on made my cheekbones look sharp, but not like Sherlock's.

I cringed, pictures of Sherlock and I appearing in my head. Those mind pictures changed to last night, and I shook my head, telling myself I would be fine.

I pulled out the perfume and opened the box up, spraying myself with the new scent that was too fruity.

I grabbed all of my extra makeup and the clothes I had on before, and the perfume, and threw them into the pink bag, throwing the Macy bags away, and putting on my sunhat and sunglasses. I walked out of the bathroom and out of the restaurant, walking with my bag in the crook of my elbow and a look that said I owned the place.

I kept my head held high and a sway in my hips, the heels harder to handle, but I managed to walk like I had a stick up my ass.

I waited at a stop light and saw Sherlock and Sarah walking on the other side. If I crossed then our paths would cross. But if I turned, Sherlock would know it was me, not some snobby bitch I portrayed myself to be. I pulled out my phone, taking the phone case off and dropping it to the ground as the light changed, hearing the crunching of it made me smile.

I held my phone to my ear and started talking in a higher pitched voice, and telling Stacie about the new sports car that I was going to buy.

And as predicted, I passed Sherlock and Sarah, but they didn't give me another glance. Sherlock only looked at me with disgust and I internally cringed. Seeing the way he looked at me, made me feel alone. It hurt to see that look on his face, directed at me.

I shook my head and had to remember he didn't see me. He saw another woman that was insignificant to him.

I had no destination set, and I didn't want to walk around aimlessly. With my luck, I would see Sherlock again, and with all of the pink, he would recognize me.

I looked up at the buildings and hunched over, pressing my arms over my stomach where the bullet was.

I groaned then cried out at the pain that shot through me. People stared at me, passing me and ignoring my pain. People nudged past me and I gasped in pain, tearing up.

After several minutes of a stabbing pain, it slowly subsided and I slowly straightened my back, seeing blood slowly seeping through the front of the dress and I held the bag in front of it, knowing it would cause stares.

"Mrs Viner." I whispered and hailed a cab.

"Son of a Sweetshop." I said and the driver nodded, pulling away from the curb and cutting someone off to get into traffic.

The ride was silent and I was glad for that. I leaned back into the seat and looked out of the window, watching the traffic slow the go. People crossing the street, waiting for buses or hailing cabs. Women pushing strollers, a group of teens were jogging and I shook my head. Bad idea on the main roads. Too many people get pissed off when you have to move out of the way.

"Lady, we're here!" The cabbie snapped and I looked up, nodding and getting out. I threw my fate through the passenger window and walked inside the shop, taking in the familiar smell.

"Afternoon." Mr Viner greeted and I nodded at him, hearing voices in the back of the shop. I hid behind a rack of candy and took off my sunglasses, winking at Mr Viner with a smirk.

He smiled and went to speak but I placed my finger in front of my lips, silently shushing him. I placed the glasses back on and grabbed a small bag, filling it with mini M&M candies.

"If you see her, please call. " I heard Sara plead and Mrs Viner reassure her that she would.

"I will. God, I can't believe she would run like that. Try the parks, Hun. She always loved going to the parks when she was upset." Mrs Viner said and I smiled softly, nodding my head. She was right, parks always calmed me.

Sara left, and Mrs Viner shut and locked the door.

"You're worrying the Hell out of them, Destiny!" Mrs Viner snapped and I nodded.

"Right now, I don't care." I said and she turned around, walking towards me. She raised her hand and gave me a hard slap to my right cheek.

"Sherlock is worried, Destiny!" She scolded and I rolled my eyes.

"I font give a rat's ass if he does-" my comment was cut short as Mrs Viner gave me another slap to my left cheek.
"Don't you dare walk into my shop and give me an attitude, Destiny Maiden! Don't you dare!" she warned and I nodded.

"Yes, ma'am." I said, all emotion from my voice. I finally grabbed all the courage I could and looked up at her. She had tears in her eyes and she shook her head.

"Why would you run from the hospital like that, Destiny? Why?!" she asked and I clenched my jaw.

"Joan, she's-" Mr Viner was softly speaking but she whipped around and glared at him, shutting him up immediately.

"Because I couldn't stay in a place that bad always happens. Especially to me." I said and Mrs Viner looked back at me.

"That's where you go for your baby monitoring. I don't understand why-"

"First it was Emily. Stab wound in her abdomen. Then it was Jay. You remember him, don't you? First boyfriend who ended up getting a bullet through his brain because he was protecting me. Then it was my cousin Lana, because a man came into the club and asked for me and she wouldn't tell him. So he decided bashing a bottle upside her head would get his answer. Only knocked her unconscious, but luckily she made it out with a scar that she can't get rid of!" I snapped my voice beginning to raise and I made myself appear even taller than I was.

Mrs Viner had a look in her eyes that I had never seen. She was scared. She was scared of me, and I didn't even acknowledge it. I continued with my rant.
"Then, oh.. Who was next? That's fucking right! It was me! Because I overdosed." I motioned to the crook of my elbow as if I had a syringe in my hand. "You should remember that. I was passed out in your front yard. Was barely breathing when you found me. And now?! My baby, Joan! My baby is gone!" I was yelling. Mrs and Mr Viner were silently crying and I took a step back, letting out a breath and deflating myself.

"My baby is gone, and it's all my fault, Mrs Viner. It's all my fault that my baby is dead." I sobbed as I fell to the floor. I ripped my sunglasses off the I yanked the hat and wig from my head, throwing them.

Mrs Viner was by my side, holding me to her and I wrapped my arms around her, sobbing into her shoulder.

"Help me, Mrs Viner. Please, help me." I cried holding onto her as if my life depended on it. She rubbed my back and nodded.

"You know I'm here to help you. I'll always be here to help you."