Tomorrow Never Came {Slow Updates}

Talks with Mags

One week later and the effects of that night still showed on my face and arms. To say Kels had a hard slap was an understatement, so I could only imagine what a punch would feel like from the tall, skinny man. My right cheek still had the welt from his hand across it, my eye was slightly black, and the corner of my mouth had a bruise. I looked like I had been beaten when I hadn't. I guess you could thank my fair skin for that. The tops of my arms and forearms held bruises from the grip his hands had on me. I could honestly still feel how he shook me when I sat completely still, or when my mind drifted back to that night.

I told Kellan I was going to be taking some time off, and I'd get in touch with him when I would be heading back. I sent over all the files and paperwork on Rick's boys case that I had because I meant what I said, I wasn't going anywhere near that case. I wasn't completely sure if Kellan would keep the case and pass it along to someone else because Rick was paying very highly to ensure that had great representation. But I do know Kellan was very upset at what had happened and the fact I refused to press charges, or tell him why it had happened to begin with. I knew I would in time, but as of right now, I didn't feel like I should.

I hadn't left my loft in days, and when I did I took the side elevator down to the parking garage, opting to skip out on any human contact at all. I didn't want the boys to see me and start asking questions. I knew they had been thinking about me though because Tucker had knocked on the door the day before and when I didn't answer her left a small plant with a card that had been signed by himself, Baze, and the bellhop wishing me well. They were sweet boys, I was lucky that I had gotten to know them.

I sighed as I heard my loft door open, peeking my head over the back of the couch to see the slim stature of Mags. Detective Margret Dawson and I had met over 3 years ago at a Christmas party Judge Walters held downtown at the courthouse. We hit it off seeing as we both had the same taste in music, and once we began talking we found out we both had came from the same background. Mags brother use to be involved in a gang here in Cleveland and ended up becoming addicted to the product he was suppose to be selling, which landed him in debt with the leader. In order to keep her brother from being killed Mags began selling drugs to pay off his debt, and eventually ended up moving away to go to college and then enter the police academy, and moving back home to join the force. She was well respected here in Cleveland and she was one of the best friends I had ever had. She was my family here, her husband and children included, and I trusted her with my life.

"Tess!" She called out, kicking the door closed with her foot as she held a pizza box and bottle of wine in her hands.

"Yeah?"

I stood, pulling my tank top down over my flat stomach. I was still in pajamas and wasn't ashamed. I smiled as my brown haired best friend came into my view. She stood at 5'6 and kept in shape. Her tan skin tone came from her fathers Hispanic roots and she was proud of that.

"I got dinner." She turned toward my kitchen after kicking off her sneakers by the door. "Awe Iggy." She cooed at my cat as he ran up meowing at her.