The Lonely Widow (Completed) (Editing)

Chapter 3

     The door burst open and Daisy jumped. She had seen all the flashing lights outside, but hadn’t been expecting them to just barge through the door without warning. Maybe it was that last plate she’d thrown at the door. Turning around to face the door, she saw two men and a woman and she pulled a face at them before walking back into the kitchen for another plate. She wasn’t going to give up now.

      “Hello, Daisy. My name’s Nora” the woman police officer told her, walking further into the house. “And this is Gordon and Dave. We’re police officers. Is it ok if we come in?” Nora pointed to the men beside her. Daisy stopped at the kitchen door and turned back to the front door. Her face was emotionless. She had no more tears to cry. She’d shed enough of those in the past 24 hours.

      “What do you want?” she asked, impassively.

      “Nicely, nicely, she’s in a house full of potential weapons” Nora heard into the ear piece her commanding officer had insisted she wore.

      Gordon and Dave looked at each other as Nora spoke. “Well, Daisy. We’ve heard all about your husband and we’d like to offer our condolences and some help if you need it.” Nora’s heart rate sped up as Daisy turned again and walked into the kitchen, returning moments later with a plate and a knife.

      “Whoa, Daisy, you need to put that down.” Nora told her, her eyes fixated on the glint of the knife in Daisy’s hand.

      “I don’t need your help” Daisy’s voice was calm but acrimonious. “Now get out of my house before I throw another one of these.” She lifted the hand that was holding the plate and pulled it back into the aiming position, ready to launch it at any given moment.

      “Do you really want to spend the night in a police cell?” Gordon asked and Nora glare at him whispered at him to shut up.

      “I don’t care where I go, I just want my husband back” she screamed as she launched the plate at the door, narrowly missing the officers stood there.

      “Daisy, if you throw one more plate, you will end up in a cell for the night. You don’t want that” Nora told her sternly.

      “Don’t I?” as she grabbed another plate from the kitchen. “I told you to get out of my house, yet you’re still stood there. What do I have to do to make you listen to me? I want to be alone. I. Want. To. Be. Alone. Got it?”

      “We’re not going anywhere Daisy. We need to settle this now.  I never leave without doing my job, Daisy. I can tell that there’s something irritating you. Do you want to talk about it? Do you mind if I sit down?” Nora looked towards the sofa and Daisy followed her gaze before nodding.

      “Just not that chair” she told her, pointing to the chair next to the fireplace. That was Brandon’s chair. No-one else sat in Brandon’s chair.

      “Okay, I’ll sit here, is that okay?” sitting on the chair closest to Daisy. Taking a step back from the woman, Daisy found herself backed up against the door. Her hands were shaking as the adrenaline was starting to wear off and she placed one hand on the other to stop it.

      “I’m scared” she admitted in a whisper, her eyes darting to the door as Dave, one of the male officers left the house, replacing him with another female one.

      “What are you scared of?” Nora asked, in the most soothing voice she could find inside of herself.

      Daisy rubbed the back of her neck, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the situation.

      “This is Louise, she’s another police officer. Is it okay if she stays?”

      Daisy just nodded.