Page 16 of Cursed by Death

I smacked the steering wheel in a fit of rage. All it did was serve to hurt my hand.

He said nothing, not a word the entire rest of the way to my home. It was infuriating.

I parked in the garage and we both got out. We stared at each other over the top of the car and I had no idea what he was thinking but I did know I no longer wished to argue with him. As quickly as my anger had come on it burned out even faster.

All I wanted to do was go inside and go to bed because I was beyond tired.

“I left the keys in the ignition for you. You can use it and keep it for however long you need to. I don’t care and I have other vehicles. Thank you for showing up for me tonight, even if it was the stupidest thing you could have possibly done. I might not act like it but I do appreciate it. Have a good night, Detective.”

He still said nothing so I left him there. If there was ever a time where I did not want to be in my big house all alone tonight was that night. I usually did not mind being alone all the time, I very much enjoyed my own company. But tonight, I felt raw, vulnerable even, and I really just wanted someone to hold me through the night.

Perhaps I should make a call, have the company I go through send company over for the night. I had been using them since I turned eighteen. I’ve not had a bad experience yet.

Maybe I would have them send me two men for the night. I was feeling extra needy and I was always greedy in the bedroom.

I was punching in the code to open up the front door and someone grabbed me by the arm and spun me around. The Detective loomed over me, glaring down at me.

He was clearly still pissed at me and I couldn’t even say that I blamed him.

It had been a rough night for the both of us.

“What do you want from me, Ruby?” he growled in that deliciously deep voice of his. “I offered you friendship. But the way you’ve been looking at me tells me you want something entirely different and I’m going to tell you right now that it’s not going to happen. I can’t give you that. I can’t give anyone that. I’m too fucked up and I don’t date because no one deserves my brand of fucked up. Part of it’s the job. Part of it’s just me.”

Oh, I was being rejected by the good Detective and it was completely embarrassing, to say the least.

Had I really been that obvious? I had let my guard down with him. I wouldn’t make that mistake a second time.

And, really now, who said anything about dating? I wanted him to fuck me, not hold my hand and take me out to dinner, for fuck’s sake.

“Not to mention, you’re too fucking young for me. I’m an old man compared to you. You need to find someone your own age.Settle down with them. Have yourself some babies. I’m not good for any of that.”

I wanted to vomit.

Have some babies? Settle down?

When had I said I wanted any of that? Never, because that is not what I wanted out of life at all.

And, how the fuck would he even know? It’s not like we’d ever had a conversation about it before. I didn’t even want to be having this conversation now,

“It’s been a long night, Detective.” I said in a quiet, soft voice that carefully hid all of the emotions I was feeling on the inside. “Please get home safe.”

I hit the last button on the keypad to unlock the door and heard the soft click. I pushed my way inside and quickly shut the door in his face, locking it for safe measure.

I thought about going up to my room, putting some comfortable pajamas on, and crawling into bed.

As exhausted as I was I knew sleep would not come easy to me tonight.

I went down to my basement safe room instead. I could see everything from down here and I didn’t have to worry about being bothered by anyone.

I stripped out of my hoodie, tossing it over the back of the couch, and went to plug my cell phone in. There were eight missed texts and three missed calls from the detective. I deleted them without bothering to read or listen to the messages and then I plugged my phone in to charge.

I dropped my ass onto the couch and picked up the bottle of whiskey off of the side table. I unscrewed the cap and took a hearty slug. I sat it back down on the table and picked up the remote. I hit a few buttons, bringing the wall of screens to life.

I was interested in seeing what the Detective did after I left him alone out on my front steps.

I watched him on the screens as I unarmed myself, removing both my gun and my knives. I sat them all on the table with my phone and the bottle.

The good Detective stood there on my front steps for quite some time after I left him there, just staring at my front door with a ravaged look on his face. Eventually he walked away back towards the garage. For some insane reason I was glad to see him drive off in Thomas’s car.

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