DW: Sup guys! Thanks for the wonderful reviews off of last chapie.
CamillaD-Thanks so much for the correct spelling of her last name. My friend is Latin American and she tried to spell it but got it completely wrong. Oh and D and G thing is supposed to be Duncan and Geoff.
Death Note has been updated as of Saturday my time in the US but if you're some where else with a different time zone, that date was, April 10.
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Oh guys my teacher got so mad at us because we all wrote on our hw-
Dear Homework,
You're not attractive and I'm not doing you.
Classic!
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Courtney rubbed Cupcake while looking through a case file. Cupcake purred in content as she stroked her backside. "You like that kitty?" Courtney asked in a baby voice. "Looks like the you're the only one around here that's purring" she said. Cupcake licked Courtney's hand in a sort of apology.
Courtney sighed and checked her clock, "Three in the morning" she declared and yawned. Cupcake yawned to and jumped down from the white couch and strolled to her pink bed in the corner. "I'll turn in later" Courtney told her.
Cupcake sort of looked at her lopsided and Courtney threw her hands up at the cat. "OKay, just one little nap. But I'm getting back up!" Courney knocked down the case files and stretched her feet down and pulled the quilted blanket over her exposed legs. She closed her eyes and went to sleep for a moment.
Having a weird dream about giraffes and surfing, woke her up. Courtney strectched and checked the clock.
"Oh shit!" she yelled and saw the time. "8:32!" Courtney jumped up and stumbled over the blanket some. Cupcake, looked up alarmed before walking over to her master and walked on Courtney's head. "Very cute" she mumbled.
Lady Gaga ringtone went off as her phone began to buzz.
Courtney got up and walked into her kitchen and answered it. "Hello?"
"Hey girl!" a dry voice said over the other end.
Courtney sighed and looked through the refridgerator for breakfast. "How did you get my number?" she asked.
"From Mitch. Look Courtney, I need some money" her desparate sister's voice was pulling at Courtney's heart.
"No. Hillary, you know why I can't give you any money. You'll just go out and but useless stuff, anyway what happened to the big time football player you were with?"
"He left me!" Hillary wailed. It sounded like she was walking the streets.
"He called me a slut before tossing me out his bed" she continued. "I need some money for makeup. My face color is all uneven".
Hillary was Courtney's oldest sister and the most neediest. "No, I can't give it to you. I'm sorry Hill" she said in shallow sincerity. "How about getting a job?" Courtney popped in a few frozen biscuit in the oven and fed Cupcake in her dish.
"I knew I should have never called" Hillary yelled at her. "You always tell me to get a job but I'm gorgeous! I don't need a job."
"I just meant that-"
Hillary had hung up on her again. Courtney slammed the phone down in anger. "Shopalholic tramp" she mumbled. Courtney went to the fridge again and pulled out a bottle of wine before pouring herself a drink. "Wine is better than coffee".
Her phone went off again, this time it was Bridgette. "Hey Bridge" she said in a monotone voice.
"Courtney! I need you to come to my house" Bridgette's voice was all squeaky and weary.
Courtney immediately put down the goblet and focused on Bridgette. "What's wrong?"
"Just come, before he comes back" she wailed.
"OKay, Bridge, calm down and wait for me. I'm coming!" Courtney ended the conversation and rushed to get her car keys. So the biscuits wouldn't burn, she turned the stove off before getting her gym shoes and fast walking to her car.
Bridgette lived on the other side of town in a townhouse. It only takes thirty mintutes to get there but with Courtney's speed it only took twenty.
Bridgette lived in a fairly nice complex. With gym and pool access and a lovely lawn service and above all it was quiet.
She lived in the third row, the fourth house down. Courtney saw Bridgette's Jeep gone and the door wide open. She got out the car and walked up the entrance. Leaning her head in, she called out.
"Bridge! It's Courtney! Are you in here?" Courtney stepped fearlessly inside the house and walked slowly to the sitting area. The TV was running, as well as the radio on some mindless rock music. Bridgette nevered listened to rock but Troy did. Speaking of the idiot, where was he?
Courtney walked slowly down the hallway. She saw books, shoes, surfing gear, and a bunch of other stuff sprawled out on the floor.
"Courtney?" came a faint voice.
"Bridgette, is that you?" Courtney made her way to the kitchen and saw in horror that Bridgette was laying on the floor with a bloody head. Her arms and legs were covered in bruises and her face was swollen on one side. She had an open wound on her forehead and was holding it with a dish rag.
Courtney rushed to her side and saw her friends state. "Bridgette what happened?!" she demanded.
Bridgette's lip was purple and blue, "Troy" she breath out. "Beat me up" she started to tear up a little but her right eye was swollen shut.
Courtney whipped out her cell phone and dialed 911. She gave the description of her friend and where she lived.
"Help is coming Bridgette just hold on".
Then Bridgette faded out into a faint sleep.
Courtney sat on her couch drinking red wine while Bridgette filed out a police report. After the hospitol visit a couple of days back, Bridgette came to live with her for a few days until her locks were changed. Troy had been beating on her for months now and she never told.
"You could have told me Bridgette" Courtney said for the upteenth time.
"I didn't know how!" Bridgette protested.
Courtney took another sip, "How about, Courtney, my worthless loser of a boyfriend has been beating the shit out of me. Can you help?"
Bridgette scoffed, "I was scared of him. Anyways, he's long gone. With my Jeep" she added sadly. Courtney typed up her cases, "Bridgette, when did this all begin?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the screen. It took her a while to answer but she finally gave in. "About two months ago. The first time he was drunk and I was trying to get him to stop yelling. But then he hit me and it happened over and over again".
"So why didn't you just leave him?"
"Because he always apologized right?" came a third voice. Lisa Hawkings was standing at the door way of Courtney's living room with three coffees. "How did you get in?" Courtney asked taking the coffee. Lisa laughed and handed the other one to Bridgette before taking a seat. "I used the spare key underneath the turtle in the front yard. You're so predictable Courtney".
Lisa looked over at Bridgette. "Let me guess, he hits you and then says 'Im sorry and I'll never do it again' right?"
Bridgette looked down at the coffee, "Yes" she said quietly. "How do you know?"
Lisa waved it off, "I've heard it a million times and a million times he does it again". Lisa leaned over and patted Bridgette's legs, "Honey, it's time to get rid of the excuses and start whooping that ass". That was Lisa for you. Lisa was a couples therapist and always came in with relationship advice and blind dates for Courtey.
"Hey Court" she called in a sing song voice. "I got a little surprise for you".
Courtney rolled her eyes and shut down her laptop. "No Lisa I don't want none of your little reject men from you counseling sessions".
Lisa groaned, "Court come on! This one is a doctor and he is really hot!"
Courtney got up and went into the kitchen. "I said no". Lisa and Bridgette followed her with Lisa still giving the facts. "He's a surgen and comes with no extra baggage, except for a crazy red head exgirlfriend". Courtney went through her fridge for something to heat up but saw with distaste that nothing would suit her properly.
"I think that she's not into guys" Bridgette said playfully, winking at Lisa. "Maybe she swings the other way".
Courtney scoffed, "What are you talking about?"
Lisa giggled, "She does love Lady Gaga and everyone knows about her".
"I like her music!" Courtney protested but the girls were still giggling. "What are you two trying to infere about me?" Courtney was getting ever so slightly upset.
They ignored her and continued their little torement game. "Yeah, I definately thinks she's on the other team".
Courtney slammed the fridge door shut with anger. "Are you two actually challenging my sexuality?!"
"Uh...yeah" Bridgette giggled.
"You haven't had a man since...."Lisa's voice trailed off into a silence. Courtney was fuming mad, "Get out" she said in a low voice. "Come on Courtney, you know I didn't mean it" Lisa tried to reason with her but she knew it would be impossible.
"Get the hell out of my house!" she yelled again this time even Cupcake scurried under the couch. "Both of you!" she said looking towards Bridgette's way. "I don't have anywhere to go until they change my locks" Bridgette said. "You wouldn't seriously throw me out!".
"What do you think I'm doing?!" Courtney yelled back. "OUT!"
"Come on Bridgette" Lisa said pulling her by the arm. "This bitch is really getting out of control. And that's why he probably left you" Lisa yelled
back before slamming the door.
Courtney was so angry that she punched the wall, leaving a fist print. She grabbed her medicine bottle from it's hidden place and took two small yellow pills before dropping down to the floor.
Closing her eyes she tried to push out the memories and think of something happy. "That crap doesn't work" she mumbled her eyes still closed.
"I love you so much, my little corny bear" he kissed her head.
"Just think, tomorrow we can spend the rest of our lives together" she said leaning into him.
"I can't wait. Love you"
"Me too".
Courtney woke up from her nightmare of thoughts, still on the kitchen floor. Cupcake had knocked over some milk that was left over on the counter and was joyfully licking it up. Courtney got off the floor and rubbed her head.
"Damn me" she said. The door bell rang and she groaned at the loud sound. It kept ringing and ringing until she just stormed over to get it.
"What!?" she demanded once it was open.
A smirking face with a green mohawk was standing there. "Little temper princess" Duncan said grinning.
"What are you doing here?" she asked annoyed.
"Umm I here with the crew to work on your yard" he said.
Courtney rubbed her eyes, she forgotten all about that.
"Alright start in the back and don't work on my nerves today". They started to come into her house but her amr stopped them.
"There a problem?" Duncan asked confused.
"Yeah, go around the back!" Courtney demanded before closing the door right in his face.
She crossed through her kitchen, picking up a bottle of wine on the way.
DW: Alright old chaps! What do you think? Makes you wonder about Courtney's past right? Well all that will be revealed sometime from now.
I'm out like a light!
Peace and Love,
DW