Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Thirteen- Moving forward

Chapter Thirteen- Moving forward

Dacey's POV:

I wake up the next morning in my warm double bed. I am in my silk purple pyjamas and my hair looks to have been brushed. I sit up in bed and look at the light coming in through my curtains. I close my eyes immediately and groan in pain. I have a banging headache and I really don't feel too good. As I slowly place my feet on the cold floor beneath my feet, I start to feel sick and get up quickly and run for to the bathroom and throw up in the toilet. 

"Jesus what happened last night?" I wonder out loud moaning. I hear some light taps behind me. On my laminate floor, the sound echoes. That's when I hear the voice of God.

"That's what I was thinking?" Says the voice. I look up from the toilet and shuffle around. There standing in tall heels and a skanky dress is the one and only devil herself.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask her in no meed to be messed with. She smiles at me and walks towards me slowly. 

"Seeing if you're okay." She crouches down and places her hand on my back and rubs it trying to sooth me in the best way she can. 

"I see that I'm in good time as well." She the helps me up and I walk with her into my living room. I go into the kitchen but she pushes me out, so instead, I slump my body into the couch.

"Mom really, what are you doing here?" I ask her seriously. She walks back into the room with a mug of something in her hand. She hands me the mug and I look inside of it. 

"Really a warm coffee with what smells of whisky in it?" I nearly puke at the sight of it. I smell it and push it away.

She smirks at me and then sits down next to me. The couch sinks down from where she now sits beside me. 

"It helps really." She picks up the mug and then hands it back to  me. I take it and get up to throw it down the sink in the kitchen. 

"I've gone off of whisky," I explain and look at her. I lean up against the counter and ask again. 

"What are you doing here?" She looks at me and sighs.  

"Last night you came into my bar. That was what I was told about what happened. You had a couple of whisky's and then left." She explains. I scoff lightly and rub my stomach.

"Are you sure I didn't drink the whole liquor cabinet?" I question. My mother lightly chuckles and smiles at my answer. 

"Who told you this?" I ask afterwards. Her smile falters and she explains to me.

"David who works at the bar, and you know what he said?. He said that you were also not alone." I cock my head in surprise. Who was I with them? Because I do not remember anyone but then again I was pissed out of my mind. 

"Who was I apparently with?" This would be interesting. She looks at me and stands up. She walks over to me and stands a foot away from me. I look at her amused as she makes her way towards me. 

"Oswald Cobblepot..." She whispers with a look of disgust on her face. I stare at her and then flashbacks from last night came to my mind.  

"I have I go." I murmur and then go into my room and change before grabbing my phone to leave my apartment. Just before I get tot the door my mom grabs my wrist. 

"Where?" She stares at me in bewilderment. I then think of a quick excuse.  

"To work." She shakes her head and tuts. 

"You quit your job." She says to me. This time, it is my turn to shake my head.

"No, I didn't." As soon as I say this, I run out of my apartment and walk across the road and see Maroni's Resturant in my sight. I open the door and see the man himself talking to his men. I walk up behind him and tap my foot on the floor impatiently. He looks up at me and smiles.