New York Detectives (Book 3)

Chapter 29

I sat in Mrs Viner's house, staring at the empty plate in front of me. Mrs and Mr Viner had helped me to their car, Mr Viner staying behind to lock up.

Mrs Viner dropped me off at their house, making a quick dinner than rushing to pick up her husband and leaving me with my thoughts.

"Oh Lord, what are you doing here?"

I cringed at her voice and looked up at Cynthia. She was taking her coat off and hanging it on the back of the kitchen chair opposite me.

"I've come for help." I said softly and Cynthia laughed dryly, shaking her head.

"Christ, of course you are. Of course you are!" she exclaimed and started to walk away but stopped and turned around.

"What was it this time? Coke? Meth? Heroine? Morphine?" she sneered and I shook my head.

"Not that kind of help, Cynthia." I said in a low tone, trying to keep my anger down.

"No? Why else would you be here? Just for dinner? Don't you have a boyfriend to go to?" she asked and I looked up at her.

"We're not going to be in a relationship much longer, just so you know." I sneered and she rolled her eyes.

"Does he not supply enough drugs for you?" she asked and I clenched my fists.
"Not enough syringes? Not enough money? You should go back to pole dancing, Destiny. You were great at that!" I had had enough and I slammed my fists on the table, the silverware clashing against the plate and creating high pitched ring, causing Cynthia to jump.

"Are you done? Have you fucking finished?!" I asked, my voice raised.
"Because I am! I am so done with your pissy attitude. I understand your hate towards me, I really do. I'd hate myself too, but I changed Cynthia. I'm here for help because I got shot and lost my baby." I yelled and Cynthia snorted.

"Looks like you can't even keep your own child safe." I stood up and walked to her, shaking with pent up rage.

"I just lost my unborn baby, you insignificant Bitch." I sneered. "I apologize for your husband cheating on you, I apologize for you losing your job, and I apologize for you becoming an alcoholic. I'm terribly sorry for all of that, but this really seems like a "you" problem. Doesn't it? So why are you taking it out on me?" I asked, tilting my head. She clenched her jaw and took a step back, never letting her eyes leave mine.

"I- I don't..." she couldn't get a coherent sentence out as the tears fell and she lunged at me, hugging me. I stood still, surprised at the motion. Once I heard her sob, I hugged her back.

"You're only 22, Babe. You've still got time to find a new job and husband. You drinking, it takes the pain away, but only for so long. In the morning, you'll remember the pain. So drinking, it honestly isn't worth it." I whispered to her and she nodded, hugging me tighter.

"C'mon, go clean your face. Don't want to end up looking like me." I laughed and she looked up, looking at my running makeup and she chuckled.

"I can't get this crap off." I stated and she laughed, wiping her tears and makeup off her cheeks.

"C'mon, I've got a trick to get it off." she said and lead me to the living room, making me sit on the couch. She went to her purse and pulled out makeup wipes and sat beside me, grabbing my chin and slowly wiping under my eyes.

"I'm sorry, for the way I acted. And what I said." she said and I sighed.

"Please, don't apologize, C. What I've done, I am the one who should be apologizing." I stated and she shrugged.

"You've got a point, but c'mon... What I said, that was idiotic." she said and I chuckled.

"Not gonna lie, but that was."

She smiled and had me close my eyes.

"Mr and Mrs Viner, we know you're watching." I called and heard a sigh.

"Sorry, but watching you two finally get along... That's amazing." Mr Viner said and I smirked.

"We had to get in each others faces, but it worked out." Cynthia said and I pointed to her, my eyes still closed.

"Yes, we know. We got inside when we heard the clashing of my dishes." Mrs Viner said from the kitchen and I I awkwardly laughed.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that. But, at least nothing is broken." I said and heard Mrs Viner laugh.

"You got lucky. Now, c'mon. I want you to explain to me what happened." she said and I sighed, thanking Cynthia for getting the makeup off and opening my eyes.

"Joan, she probably doesn't want to talk about it." Mr Viner said and she looked at him and back at me as she set the table and put spaghetti on everyone's plate.

"Sorry for being blunt, but she's got no choice." she smirked and I chuckled, standing up and sitting at my spot again at the head of the table.

"Thanks, Mr Viner. But I can talk about it." I said as I messed with the pink dress, and looked up.

"But can I actually change? Please?" I asked and Mrs Viner nodded.

I thanked her and stood up, grabbing my bag from the front door and going to the bathroom, turning the light on and shutting the door.

I pulled out my clothes and set them on the sink. I looked in the mirror and smiled softly, no traces of makeup on my face. I peeled the dress off of me and looked at the bandage on my stomach, sighing softly.

Blood was seeping through the bandage, but had stopped. Hopefully.

I dressed into my jeans and shirt again, slipping on my socks and boots. I put the dress and heels into the bag and set it under the sink.

I turned around, opening the door and shutting off the light. I walked back into the kitchen, watching Cynthia laugh at something Mr Viner said while Mrs Viner shook her head.

"OK, sit tight. It's a long story." I stated as I walked into the dining room and slowly sat back down.