Thread: Scaremonger (Mr Quixotic & Lait)

This was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. The situation was as ridiculous as his partner's face next him. Azairah sat there with a disgusted look on her face listening to the officer speak, clarifying her story, assuming. Always assuming . No one ever listened, no one ever tried to listen or tried to understand. These men just knew well how to piss her off. Did you miss the part where I said I was screaming at the top of my lungs TRYING for the specific reason of get someone's attention? It's a party. There's music playing very loudly. Screaming is the only refuge I had. The heart monitor beeping grew in her anger, as she listened to the garbage coming from Edwards' mouth. Appalled to oblivion, Azairah shook her head and shook her head. I WAS RAPED, you- Bite your tongue and swallow it. They won't understand. Let's be the bigger person and not insult the officer. Doesn't the word rape call for immediate action and not just some closed case?! Does me being in the hospital not mean anything? The beeps leaped as she ripped the oxygen tubes from her nose once more. Of course quite a few people saw me reject him. He was the loudest, most obnoxious person there. I didn't go upstairs knowing he was up there. I was trying to avoid him at all costs. But just as she ripped the pulse oximeter off her finger- pulse going flat- trying to reach out to him for Edwards to sit back down and listen to her, he was already up and out of the room. Partner following behind. At that point she couldn't even be mad. Just... numb. What the hell... The door flew open, the nurses returning to their shaken patient. Their noise and questions just going deaf to her ears. Only hurt and lost and furious that someone could make it seem like she was lying. A part of her almost did blame him. There were ladies who claimed rape stories after inviting the guy back to THEIR place just for a little quick cash. But she was different.. Everything returned slow again... It first started out as an aching desperation for justice but now had turned into something more. Things couldn't just have ended like this. Not with 'just an investigation.' Everyone knew what they saw at the party... Everyone knew she wasn't interested in Cole. Yet they didn't believe her..? Did they even get the names of the people at the party for that matter? Then came the rushing anger like the burning sun. If it was a full report they wanted then that's what they'd get. No problem. I hadn't stopped raining for nearly the whole week, Azairah's routine in repetition. Wake up, pills, check up, pass out and still anxious to leave the damn hospital. Her brown eyes never left the gloomy, raining scenery. Just aching to leave... In the next couple of days came arm exercises because let us not forget how Cole just barely broke her arms. They'd still been sore but the pain was manageable enough to lift things on her own and having no visitors since Edwards and his subordinate just seemed the same cycle of nurses was beginning to bug her. With due time it was time for her release. Patience, patience. Her face healed better than she expected with the few spot where the skin was dark, she was returning back to normal. Nothing concealer couldn't treat. It wasn't before long that Zai was able to return home to the same empty house in the same boring neighborhood, next to the same boring grass, neighboring the same boring people. Surprisingly, she missed it, but there wasn't time to enjoy it. If Edwards wanted her to make a full report then she needed to go now. Staying in the hospital for so long made her realize just how good it was to be home. Not that there was anything wrong with it.. Everyone was nice to her despite her brat-like attitude. Regardless they forgave her. Her home wasn't grand, extravagant yes and a go away and never come back gift from her father. Though it was more like a prison than a home. The air was stale, cold as she entered after unlocking the door. Her keys chimed as she set them down into a bowl in a side the door. It echoed, the house obviously empty and dark. One deep breath in, chest raising and she exhaled. If only she had never left this building- this what came to be what felt like a sanctuary in the first place. A whole lot of trouble could have been avoided. It was early and it had finally stopped raining. The sun was hidden behind thick, gray clouds. Today would be the day where she got what she wanted for once. The day where Azairah would get someone in jail because of something stupid they did. She finally wasn't fucking up for once. Her answering machine screen blinking caught her attention. Fourteen new messages. Had it really been that long, or had someone just finally start caring? First new message from x-xxx-xxx-xxxx Zai! I heard you were in the hospital! Call me back when you get this. I'm really worried. It's not like you to get hurt. You're so careful about everything! Call me!. There was only one person in the world who actually cared for her well being and whether she was breathing or not. Tristan. The girl always knew how to get her smile but for once, hearing her high pitch squeals of worry just wasn't amusing... Just a sigh. Numb to everything, emotions felt foreign at that point. The only feeling she knew was anger and how badly she just wanted to take her rage out on someone. Just listening to the police walk out on her as if her case wasn't at all important. Her honey eyes stared blankly at the answering machine until she brought her hand to her cheek- something blurring her vision, while tickling her face...- tears. Men weren't allowed to get away with things like this. Azairah almost didn't want to go to the police department. Her home was her haven and it was like there was a fear of leaving her house. But she had to go because Cole Douglas couldn't get away with what he'd did to her. Messages deleted. You have no new messages. Beeeeeep. Before long, and after a lot of self reassuring that everything would be okay she dressed herself. Dressing like she was going to a funeral. It'd be for Cole soon anyways. Zai caught herself with a smile as she thought about his world crashing down before him. Watching him desperately looking for help, looking for light, looking for a way out of the mess he made. Family cutting the rope he so tightly held onto and falling into an abyss of nothing just like he made her feel. Quietly after disturbing thoughts passed, she formulated what could and would possible go wrong during her visit. pacing back and forth. Azairah wasn't going to look anything like the victim in the hospital. Goodness no. She was better than that. With the coat over her and the belt cinched around her dipped waist she once more exited her home, only taking a moment at the steps in front of her door. 'You're going to make it home tonight... Everything is okay. You're okay. Today will be okay. Car, police department, grocery store, home. Easy. Entering her car and letting the engine rev to life, she pulled out of her driveway and zipped down the street. You were raped. They have to believe you. You did nothing wrong. Get in, get out, get over it. Cole will be in jail and you'll have done the right thing. If preventing some piece of shit douche bag from repeating the cycle and destroying women from the inside out was all that she could do then Zai would do it over and over until she couldn't anymore. Thank God she was taking birth control. The thought of Cole letting his... filth fill her insides nearly made her puke over the wheel. After a half hour drive across town and through numerous lights, the Eden police department was in sight. The whole town was such a contradiction it almost hurt. It was no paradise and if anything it was a silent hell where all the smiles were fake and behind some door held some deathly secret. Or that was always how Zai looked at it. Zai took firm, powerful strides to the entrance of the police department. Looks left and right as she held her head up with pride despite what happened to her. None of them, fellow officers and regular blue collars alike would have never guess unless they asked. Approaching the front desk and not removing her glasses, the officer before her stood. What can I d- Apparently, Zai softly interrupted. dark purple, painted lips parting to speak. I was told by the ever so professional Officer Edwards that I had to come to the police station to make a full report about an incident that occurred almost two weeks ago. Could you kindly direct me to who it is I need to speak to? The anger subtly rose in her voice if not with a hint of sarcasm. There was nothing wrong with that though right? Azairah wanted shit fixed. And a little piece of shit juice head in jail. The officer at the desk, name tag reading 'Diaz' stood, after a fair minute of gawking at her as if she was the Antichrist. Yes your name? Diaz replied. Azairah D'Amici. From around the counter he led the woman down a hall into another room with no windows and what was probably the glass where you could see in but not out. I'll have someone see you in a minute, miss. Azairah took a seat in the chair provided at the center of the room and set her purse down on the table. It should be a moment. Quickly and trying to keep his cool, Officer Diaz returned to his desk. That was probably the case Edwards came back so angry from. By the looks of it she seemed like the average, typically 'beautiful' woman but from the minute she spoke, Diaz knew all hell was going to break loose in the Police Department that afternoon. Returning to his desk and pulling the phone from off the receiver he dialed Edwards' extension almost frantically. Uhm... there's a Azairah, D-D'Amici here to see you. She's in room four...