THAT'S MESSY.
770 Words
" Here's the phone you asked for. " Sarah handed the new cellphone to Derrick.
Derrick collected it, he was observing her of course, and once again, she came back looking like s**t. Her hands trembling and cold, probably from cleaning her eyes all day. Her attempt to dry out her eyes and look normal was futile, he still saw through it. The dried-up tears that lurked around her eyes and on her cheeks, plus, her eyes were still red. So was one side of her cheek, wait a minute...
" What happened to you? " Derrick wanted to know.
" Nothing. "
" Your... your face__
" I don't want to talk about it... please. "
Derrick felt disappointed, " Are you always going to come back home like this? looking like s**t. "
Sarah made an eye roll, " You're exaggerating. "
" You were crying again, I can tell. "
No, he didn't, " What part of I don't want to talk about it don't you understand? "
" I'm sorry, it's just__
" I got something... and I need your help. "
Derrick had decided to lay off Sarah's issues, especially ones she was too scared to share. He just couldn't deal with her, he didn't have to. He didn't have to care, as long as they both had a mutual agreement, he was good to go. That was the plan, but what is this detour he seems to be taking? the keen observation of Sarah's composure, her resolve, dare he say, her way of life.
Why was he concerned about how her day went? if she cried or who hurt her? Derrick knew he had to snap out of it soon enough, he didn't have time to play games. He had a nudge of what may be happening to him, the thought still edged to the back of his head, weighing down on him. There was no way he would acknowledge that thought, it was a mistake, a misunderstanding. There were just two unfortunate people trapped in an unfortunate situation.
Derrick's eyes lit up when he heard Sarah asking for his help, " What happened? "
Sarah took a deep breath before playing the bathroom tape.
Derrick gave Sarah a keen look as he analyzed the tape, " How did you get this? did she know you were recording? "
" Well if she knew there wouldn't be a recording, will there? " Sarah gave him a fed-up look.
" Still didn't answer the question but__
" Derrick, focus on what's important, please. "
Derrick sighed, " She's hiding something but I don't think it has to do with our case. "
" But it's still something, " Sarah sounded desperate, " Right? "
" Of course it is. " Derrick answered.
" So we need to find this Peter person. "
" Peter from Landmark? " Derrick arched a brow.
Sarah made an eye roll, " Yes, Peter from Landmark. How do we find him? "
" We find landmark first. "
" again, we? " Sarah pinched
The double stare they both laced at each other was longlasting.
Sarah sighed, " Fine, you probably know how to handle this. "
" And... you're terrible at interrogation. " Derrick chipped in.
" You sure? I got answers from you. " Sarah shot back at him.
" I was hungry... you were lucky to have something I needed, that's the law of getting what you want. "
Sarah chuckled, " So that means you're going, or__
" I'm going... it's not like you can do it yourself. " He meant that as a joke but Sarah wasn't smiling.
Sarah took to her feet, " Goodnight. "
" Wait, " Derrick called.
Sarah turned over to him, " What is it? "
" What happened at work today? " His voice was still.
Sarah threw her glance away from him, " My boss's twin sister who happens to be my other boss just fired and slapped me today, so... yeah, my day was full of s**t. "
Derrick was surprised, that would explain the bruises on her cheek. He slowly walked over to her, " What? why did she hit you? "
" She hates me. "
" Why__
" Don't ask why she hates me, Derrick, I think the reason is pretty obvious. "
Derrick wasn't satisfied with that answer, he wanted to get to the bottom of what happened. " Wait... she fired you? you're fired? "
" I have two bosses, so technically, I still have a job. "
" That's messy. "
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