Firework

F I R E W O R K 1 8

"Ezra.." Levy reaches out to her friend meekly, her voice horse. Her head had been wrapped in bandages, her left eye swollen. A worried but determined look is placed on her face, as if what she would say was detrimental. "Please don't tell the others, they can't know."

The redhead is taken back, why wouldn't she want the others to know? She complies and nods, telling the female to continue to answer the detective's questions. All Ezra wanted now was for her husband to pay for these consequences, even know domestic violence cases don't result in the defendant going to jail. Yet for something as severe as this, it may be overruled.

"If you wish to have a verbal account we would need to do it in the station and it seems you are unable to write miss." He takes a look at her wrist, which is bandaged for being sprained.

"I'm ambidextrous, I'd like to have my statement written please." She says firmly, Ezra already handing her friend her classic red glasses. A small smile reaches the face of the chief, her friend would never see herself as a battered woman. Something as traumatizing as this must be difficult to deal with, how has she managed for this long? How could she keep her friends in the dark for this long?

"Chief, can I speak to you in private?" Her deputy asks and she nods, both people going outside. "You know the defendant is in process of his statement right? I understand this case is important-"

"I just wanted to check in, I was just about to leave for the station right away." She tells him although slightly lying. Time had gotten away from her, she wanted to hear what exactly these two had been keeping from everyone. "Send me status updates." Taking on last look at her friend Ezra takes her leave. On her way out she gets a phone call and once she sees it's her own husband she picks it up.

"It's awfully late darling, are you coming home soon?" As she takes a seat in her car she sighs at his voice. It gives her so much comfort.

"I'm working on a case, so I can't promise that I will." She looks up and realizing the sun has long disappeared. She removes the phone for her ears for a second to take a look at the time and see that it's past twelve.

"Should I drop off some coffee for you?" He asks, knowing how much she hates the coffee at the station. Her lips curve, how was she able to obtain someone as perfect as her husband? A situation like this makes her appreciate him even more. "It's fine, I'll be there in five." She hears him shuffling and he hangs up before she can say another word.

Both of them had experienced their own set of hardships, being involved in human enslavement and trafficking. Jellal worked harder than anyone else to try to save her and a group they had made as children. Yet before they were able to escape, he was sold and she thought Jellal was gone forever, it wasn't until years later that they saw each other again.

Before she knew it she found herself back at the station, Jellal already waiting inside for her. He warmly smiles at his tired wife, handing her a slice of her precious cake and a large coffee. "Thank you." She hugs the man and she becomes aware of just how tired she had been. She instantly chugs some of the hot coffee and hungrily eats her cake. He laughs at her behavior, telling her to slow down before she hurts herself.

"I have to go, I need to see a witness statement." She speaks with a mouthful full of cake, not sure if he even understood.

"I understand." She could tell he was upset, a frown on his face. He at least was hoping to sit down with her while she eats.

"I'll be home soon I promise." She kisses him and bids a goodbye, dashing for the room.

He watches her figure disappear and gives a soft smile.