Beautifully Broken (Wayhaught)

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Nicole laid on her queen-sized bed in her small house. Calamity Jane, Nicole's cat, laid on top of her purring loudly. Whenever Nicole would stop petting Calamity would rub against Nicole's hand, making her pet her orange cat once more.

The wind made the building make a unsettling creaking noise which reminded Nicole of her past. She threw her past away a long time ago. But that Rob guy came out of no where and whiplashed Nicole with her memories.

Nicole knew that she had to stop thinking about this or it would be the death of her. So she got up from her bed which made her cat screech while she fell on the floor.

"Sorry Calamity." Nicole gave her cat a reassuring pet. The ginger grabbed her empty glass from her dark brown night stand and walked to her kitchen, her cat following right behind her. The cop pulled out her water filter pitcher from her fridge and poured ice cold crisp water in her glass. While putting away the pitcher she glanced at the missing flier of Waverly, which laid haphazardly on the kitchen counter.

Nicole picked up the paper and read it for what seemed like the hundredth time. She glanced at the picture of Waverly. I need to find her.

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Nicole's eyes snapped open to the irritatingly loud alarm clock. She brought her hand out of her warm covers to turn off the obnoxious beeping noise. The gingers cat perked her head up to look at it's owner who was now looking threw her dresser. Nicole would like to be sleeping in on a Sunday, but the ginger had a job to do.

Nicole decided to wear denim jeans, a blue sweater, a black wind breaker, fuzzy Super Women socks, and black combat boots.

The ginger made her way to her bathroom to freshen up. She brushed her wild red hair, brushed her teeth, and decided to put a little makeup on.

Finally after feeding her cat she was back in her  
police car. Nicole watched how the snow slowly fell on the glass window of her car. The cop drank her warm coffee deciding where to go. Where would Wynonna be? Nicole thought. Without a second guess she started her car and drove to Shorty's, the only decent bar in town.

After fifteen minutes of listening to really bad pop music Nicole came face to face with the Shorty's logo. She walked inside and scanned the bar. People were playing pool while drinking cold beer, some were playing poker in the corner of the bar, girls that looked like they were in there mid-twenties were laughing and gawking at boys every now and then. finally Nicole saw her. The dark brown hair girl had three beers in front of her, she was sitting slouched on the bar stool and had her head resting on her hand. Nicole noticed her gun sticking out of her boot.

"Wynonna Earp?" Nicole spoke. Wynonna slowly turned her head. Boy was she a mess, she had pale skin like she hasn't been outside much, her eyes were bright red and swollen, her lips were cracked and she was obviously a little drunk.

"Who'rrre yyyou." Wynonna slurred, starring at Nicole while she grabbed her beer.

Nicole showed Wynonna her police badge. She sat on the wooden bar stool next to the eldest Earp sister.

"I'm Nicole Haught." Nicole brought her hand out so Wynonna could shake it.

"What doo yyou want?" Wynonna grumbled obviously mad with the police officer.

"I want to help find your sister." Nicole stated. She watched all the emotions of Wynonna face, she went from angry to sad.

"You guysss always say that, aaaand yet she's still nnnot found." Wynonna poured the beer into her mouth then slammed the now empty beer bottle on the counter. The brunette got up from her seat and started putting on her leather jacket.