REJECTED SAVIOUR

THREE

ON EARTH 

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The day had barely dawned when her alarm rang out and she groaned loudly, hating that it was time to get up when she had barely slept the previous night. She stretched her hands to the alarm clock on her bedside table and tapped it - a little bit harder than she would have liked. She pulled the blanket off her body and yawned loudly as she stood to her feet, feeling very tired and wincing from the ache she felt at various parts of her body. She had known the previous night while she stayed up - her eyes fixated on her laptop screen - that there would be consequences she wouldn't be able to avoid but then, she had wanted nothing but to get some clues about the mysterious case that was reported to her precinct some days ago. Ever since its report, she had decided to get to the end of the crime as she couldn't shake the feeling of the old couples who were murdered in cold blood in their living room.

The murderer who must have been skilled in his profession left nothing for them to track or hold on to. The job had been done perfectly and in spite of herself, she was amazed at the expertise of the criminal. However, she took it upon herself to dig further into the crime despite all that the criminal had done and was almost getting some head when she found out she had been tracking the wrong person - an innocent school driver with no idea of the crime. How her investigation had driven her to a poor school driver was something she still could not understand. Disappointed, she had drifted off to sleep.

Miranda sighed heavily when she stared at the wall clock by the corner of her small room. It was just five in the morning - early enough for her to still be on her bed just like she knew her colleagues would. Helena had once told her she woke up nothing less than six in the morning. But how could she do that, knowing fully well how much time she spent dressing up? She could still remember vividly the angry words of the chief the last time she had arrived late to work - and how her colleagues had stared at her solemnly while she got embarrassed in public. How could she forget how she had wanted so badly for the ground to open up and swallow her? She would be damned if such repeated itself again, not when she had promised never to repeat such 'indolent and insolent behaviour' as her chief had tagged it.

Trying to lift her feet as she made her way to the bathroom, Miranda could not help but yawn again - loudly this time. She stopped abruptly after a step forward and quickly picked her phone from the bedside table where she had dumped it the night before in annoyance. She had been so irritated by Cole's disturbance that she had to switch the device off to disconnect him totally.

Why he was being this desperate even after she had clearly asked him to let her be and stay away for good, was something she still could not understand. She had made sure not to mince words when she ended things with him so why then would he keep calling so much like a hormonal teenage lover?

The notification that greeted her immediately her phone came alive, made her suck in a breath.

52 missed calls!

"Bastard!" She muttered under her breath, failing miserably not to get worked up.

In annoyance, she tossed her phone and with an eye roll, she made a mental note to confront him and give him a piece of mind when she sees him later in the day. He sure couldn't get away with being so stupid.

The water from the shower was so cold but she welcomed it with open arms as the cold liquid enveloped and caressed her body in a mild embrace. However, she couldn't help shivering under it but still sighing in satisfaction, feeling the trickling water down her back. One thing she had always enjoyed so much - even as a child - was having her bath. Funny as it might seem, she felt so at peace at that moment and could not just pull herself away from the shower without spending a considerable amount of time. It was for this reason she had always arrived late to work during her first year as a detective but now, she knew better.

Not that she had curtailed the amount of time she invested in her bathing - she sure could not - but she had taken wiser measures to wake up earlier than before.

Miranda sighed in satisfaction once again when she poured the sweet-smelling shampoo on her wet hair, caressing and massaging her scalp with her fingers. The strawberry fragrance filled the air and all Miranda could think about was heaven on earth. This was what she considered pure bliss, ecstasy. She chuckled quietly as wet strands of her hair dropped on her skin.

Stepping out of the bathroom finally, she made way to her dressing table by the corner of her room and stood before the mirror in her naked glory, drinking in the sight of her nude. Big blue eyes dominant on an oval face, stared back at her with wet blonde hair dripping water.

"Who are you, young lady and why are you staring at me?" She frowned but soon broke into fits of giggles as she picked her dryer and got into the business of drying her hair.

Why would Helena say she was no fun when she felt happy with the little things ignored by others? She felt pure bliss in doing these common things and in them, she found fun so why on earth would Helena accuse her of being no fun?

Miranda shook her head at the voice of her friend in her head, reminding herself that Helena was one of the few people in her life 

who say things they didn't mean.

Why else would anyone tag her as being no fun when she was really so fun?

She stared at the blue-eyed lady staring back at her and said,

"Ain't that true?"

She nodded into the mirror, bringing her hand closer to the surface to hit a high five with her new twin. Doing this brought about another round of giggles and after she had felt satisfied with her hair, she padded to the kitchen, whilst wondering if there were any more waffles to be toasted even when she had not visited the grocery store in a while.

She squealed in delight when she noticed she had enough to be served as her breakfast that morning.

Wasting no time in having them ready, she took tiny bites as she scanned her closet for something to wear. Unlike bathing, she found this the most difficult chore of her daily routine. She sure didn't have so much clothing but the little she had was enough work and she found it very hectic to conduct a survey each time she needed to dress up - she had learnt to be conscious of what she wore ever since Helena took it upon herself to start giving degrading comments about her dress choice. Not that she cared that much, but Helena could be such a b***h sometimes and Miranda would hate to be pestered all day.

Settling for a sleek black dress, she quickly straightened the frizzy strands of her hair, curling it a bit at the end. Applying a blush to her cheek and a tiny gloss to her lip, she nodded in contentment and set out to leave her room only to rush back inside that moment, throwing her thick, navy blue hoodie with 'NYPD' emblazoned in bright yellow letters on the back over her shoulder, before running out of her house in nothing but her white sneakers.

The city was already busy despite the day barely dawning and Miranda smiled as she sighted her favourite cafe. She was standing in front of Henry in no time and just before she could open her mouth make her order, the grey-eyed young man stretched his hand forward with a cup of coffee in them. Her name was pasted on the cup of Eary Gray tea and Miranda smiled cheekily at him, loving the fact that he knew what she wanted without her having to speak. She muttered a thank you as she took it from him, tipping him like she always did and bidding him goodbye so she would continue her walk to the station. This she did with her headphone hanging over her ears with the mellifluous voice of Dido filling her ears.

Vehicles sped past her and she shook her head in amusement.

Typical New York City.

Walking into the well-furnished station, she wasted no time in exchanging greetings to anyone who did the same and holding her palm high in the air to be slapped on by fellow female officers. She sure did like the attention the officers gave to her and as she walked into the boarding room, a big smile played on her face.

The room was quite void of people and Miranda was not in the least surprised by this, instead, her face lit up when she noticed the redhead sitting at the rear end of the board table, with her eyes glued to her phone screen. Her hair fell perfectly on her shoulder and her red blazing lips complimented her looks. There was only one word to describe how she looked: hot!

Miranda quickly made her way to where the pretty redhead sat, reducing her steps to a tiptoe as approached the totally oblivious lady. Now standing behind the unsuspecting lady, Miranda placed a palm over her eyes, hushing with her left hand, the other three who stared at her in amusement from the opposite side of the table. But the redhead had already begun to laugh loudly and Miranda frowned at that.

"Miranda!" She sang teasingly, causing the blonde to retract with a groan of frustration.

"I can never get you, can I?" She pouted as she sat beside the lady who was now laughing heartily.