Thread: No Turning Back (Alvis Alendran&SHARPii)

It took a while before some life came back into her and when it did, Esther found herself on the ground, cuddling a very sleeping Rumplestiltskin in her arms. He purred softly and when she went from white to with a bit of color in her face, her hand absently came up and her fingers threaded through his thick gray fur, petting him. Her eyes were glued to the scene before her. Her best friend since they were kids was now lying on her bed with blood all around her. That if they ever needed a confirmation that it was Abigail Santorini, Esther would be able to do that. Her best friend just died the most horrific death she ever thought possible. The next few hours went by in a breeze. She had the biggest inkling to cover her now dead friend since her parts were showing, well what was left of them under the mangled mess. But she knew better. Instead, she sat outside of Abbys home in the corner of the porch on a porch swing. She had her legs tucked underneath her on the swing and Rumple in her lap. At some point, she abandoned her pumps but she said nothing, spoke not a work and looked on with this most catatonic look in her eyes. The police came. There were people about. Even reporters wanting to get the latest on Abigail Santorinis death. She was a cub reporter but one that was on the look out as one of the most promising reporters in this town at least. She would have been a force to reckon with. Now she was dead and Esther had no idea why. Then she remembered back when the cogs in her mind decided to wake from their shocked and disturbed silence. She remembered Abby telling her that they needed to talk, that the news involved Esthers firm but what was it? Was it so bad to have killed her over? No, that couldnt be. This had to besomethingelse? Rumple awoke in her arms and ran off. Rumple! She practically hollered out but the cat just went inside. She grumbled when she realized her outburst at the sodden cat caused the police and other onlookers attention to her. Shit. She mumbled as her knees came up, she trying to make herself as small as she could to scoot closer into the dark corner so she wouldnt get spotted. Unfortunately she was because a detective decided to bombard her. But she was silenced by the familiar name being thrown about that made her drop her jaw mentally since she was really too stunned to do anything else. Instead, Esther poked her neck out and almost made a merp sound when she saw Harrison stepping onto the porch. Holy fhe knows my name!? Of all the things to think Turning her head to the detective who didnt budge with Harrison to talk to Esther, she bit her lower lip before lowering her legs. She stood but didnt take her hand. Um, thank you Mr. Trenton. I just need to go find a cat before we go. Not one of the sentences she ever thought shed say to him. Feeling awkward and like she was putting him way out, she side stepped him before walking quickly inside. She found her pumps and after getting them back on to squeeze her already aching feet, she set about finding Rumple. Rumple! Rumplestiltskin get your cute little butt out here. She muttered but said loud enough. She heard a meow and practically tackled the little cat before standing and carrying him in her arms. Ill take care of you now sweet pea. Just you and me. She kissed his head before she stepped back outside, her things with her as well as Rumple in her arms. I can easily drive home sir. Its not too far and not a big deal. She tried to casually shrug it off like it was nothing when it was everything but nothing. How often did best friends die anyways? When all she wanted was to get out of there, go home, draw a bath so she could get under and submerged and let out a loud and long wail she had wanted to let out when she first saw Abby. Thered be no sleeping tonight, this she knew. Every time she tried to close her eyes or think of something else, all that came to mind immediately enough to startle her enough was Abby. And then the realization finally sunk in as she came back to life. Her best friend was dead. No more Abby. No more Her eyes welled up with tears and she looked away. But when she did, it was right when the coroner was bringing out her dead body in a body bag with another on a stretcher. Wiping her cheek with her arm, she sniffled and shook her head. She just wanted to go. And not be here anymore. She couldnt. Get me out of here? She whispered, it was so soft she feared he wouldnt hear it. But she didnt care if she was putting him out now. She needed to go. Now .