I wake to the sound of my alarm clock ringing on my bedside table. I reach out and hit the snooze button with my fist before flipping onto my back and looking up at the ceiling. I think back to last night and the trouble Harry caused me - forcing me to walk for six miles in the dark and cold, and almost being raped - but quickly push the thought out of my mind when I hear my phone ring on my bedside table.
I pick it up and look at the caller ID: Evangeline?
"Angie?" I ask, "How did you get my number and why are you calling so early?"
"I got it off of Mr Wolfe, and I rang early because we just had a new case come through. We've gotta check into the station a.s.a.p," Angie explains. I glance over at my alarm clock and groan; 06:27am.
"I'll be there soon," I reply, and hang up.
I roll out of bed and head into the bathroom for a quick shower. I brush my teeth whilst I'm in there, fix my hair and put on a bit of makeup before I leave and walk into the kitchen. I grab myself an apple and pour some coffee into a flask, then swing my bag over my shoulder and head for the front door. I lock the door behind me and make my way to the elevator. Just as I press the 'call' button, I hear Harry's door open.
I'm really not in the mood to talk to him.
I press the 'call' button repeatedly, praying that it’ll speed up the elevator but he notices me before it can arrive.
"Aaliyah," he says, striding towards the lift.
"Don't talk to me," I reply, stepping around him and heading towards the staircase.
"Come on, please," he begs, following after me.
I turn around to face him, and my eyes immediately dart to his outfit; white shirt, black dress pants, a tie around his neck and black blazer.
"Why are you dressed like that? It's only seven o'clock in the morning."
"I got a call in from work. Some new case has just popped up," Harry explains. I mentally slap myself in the face. I have to work with him today? "Did you get the call too?"
I sigh frustratedly and nod. “Yes.”
"Do you need a lift?"
"Really? After everything that happened yesterday, you still expect me to get in the same car as you?"
"What happened yesterday wasn't my fault!" He retaliates, his slight smile turning into a frown.
“Oh so it was my fault?" I retort.
"Yes it was."
"Sure," I add sarcastically, and begin continuing down the stairwell.
When I don't hear his footsteps following after me, I can only assume that he's taken the elevator down. I reach the ground floor a few minutes later and walk out into the car park. I look over to where my empty allocated parking space is and pray that my car arrives soon, I don't think I can last on taxi rides and bus fares all week.
I consider going to the bus stop but when I check the soonest bus time on my phone, I realise that I'll end up being late for work; the next bus doesn't arrive for another forty-five minutes. I check my purse to see if I have enough money for a taxi but the money I do have, I was supposed to save for grocery shopping.
I take out my phone and scroll down to Angie's name, then press 'call'. It rings a few times and then she answers,
“Hey Aaliyah, what do you need?”
“I don’t mean to be a pain, but could you drop me into work please? My car still hasn’t arrived and I don’t have enough money for a cab,” I explain.
