Pearl sat on her couch, head in her hands. It had been three hours since her fight with Amethyst, and she still couldn't sleep.
The majority of her police career was based on a lie.
Amethyst had allowed Pearl to catch her. Probably because she thought it would be funny. Let the rookie cop think she was special. Hell, Amethyst even took her out on a date! Just another link in the chain of humiliation.
Her phone rang. Without even looking, she knew it was Garnet. The woman had a sixth sense she swore.
She picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Are you okay Pearl?"
"How do you know this stuff Garnet? Seriously, it's spooky."
"What happened Pearl?"
"…Amethyst. She was…she was just letting me catch her."
"What do you mean?"
"You said it yourself Garnet. I'm the only one who ever brought her in. Did you ever stop to think about why? Because I did. The other officers would search for weeks, and then the first day I go out I miraculously find her. She was insulting me! Treating me like a child! Playing a prank on the rookie officer!" Pearl was screaming, but then her voice cracked and she sobbed once.
"And…and I went on a date with her. And it was one of the best nights I've had. And i-it was all a joke." Now Pearl was openly crying.
"It'll be okay Pearl. This will all work out. I have to go, but I promise you this will work out."
The line went dead.
The great part about your apartment being cluttered with stuff you didn't really care about was that you could destroy as much of it as you want and it wouldn't matter.
Amethyst sat down on her couch, huffing and panting. Everything in her living room that wasn't her couch, TV, table, or carpet had been torn, smashed, crushed, shredded, or broken in some way.
'Not even I could live like this.' Amethyst thought as she looked around her. Sighing, she stood up and got a box of trash bags from hallway kitchen closet.
It took her 2 hours to clean. But Amethyst didn't mind. While her hands worked on autopilot, her brain could stay blank and not think about…not think. But time and tide waits for no man, and eventually she was done. Her living room was spotless. She had forgotten what the rest of the carpet looked like.
'Pearl would be proud of me.'
The thought hit Amethyst like a freight train. She sat down on the now-spotless couch and fruitlessly tried to hold back her tears.
She cried for about half an hour. It was exhausting. Right as she was starting to recover herself, there was a knock on the door.
"Not now!" Amethyst shouted.
The knock came again.
Aggravated, Amethyst trudged over to the door and flung it open, preparing a "Go away!"
It died before it became an actual sound.
Standing outside her door was a very tall woman. 6'4" at least. Her hair was black as her shades, and Amethyst could see the glint of brass knuckles on her fists.
"We need to talk." Garnet said, stepping into the house and closing the door behind her.