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Chapter 10
"Kagome are you ok in there? You've been in the back for a long time," Inuyasha called from the living room I guess.
"Oh, I'm fine. Just checking my phone. I'm missing some videos and pictures. Why is that? Did you get my password and stuff?" I yelled back to him.
I was still firmly planted in his bedroom. I refused to come to him. My heartbeat was trying to find a new home with someone else. There is no loyalty anymore.
Well he got the hint I wasn't coming to him so he came to me. He opened his wallet and held out his badge. It could have been fake for all I know. Those cop shows, I tell you, keep you in the know.
He showed me his wallet that was black and nothing in the front. I opened it and ok, it looked legit to me but I still had a funny feeling about him.
I looked inside and it had his picture, his signature, name and a small badge inside. I handed it back to him and took a step back. He was invading my personal space.
"FBI , babe. I have friends that considers breaking in a simple cell phone is child's play. Care to explain the videos to me. Do you work for Naraku? Are you Tony's contact in the inside? I also found a bag of cocaine in your purse. 100% Colombian. Where did you get that from?" he asked question after question.
Not giving me a chance to defend myself. I was on the defensive. When I'm on the defensive its the natural call of man.
Fight or Flight.
I'm a chicken, flight bitches.
"Uhm, I need to use the bathroom, excuse me,"I went to the only one in the apartment.
It was located in the hallway just a room over from the bedroom.
"I will be waiting for you outside of the door. Don't take too long. You have 5 minutes to do whatever you need to do. After that I am coming in," he told me while he leaned on the wall.
I gave him the finger.
Man, already found guilty, no faith in me. Granted if the shoe was on the other foot I would be suspicious of me too but I know that I am a victim as everyone else. I walked past him with my phone in my pocket. He was making me nervous because I don't have all the answers and since I don't it just makes me look more guilty.
This is 100% total grade A bullshit.
I lock the door behind me and pace. I then began looking for a way out. Thankfully there is a window inside the bathroom. I stand on the toilet seat and the window opens but not far enough for me to climb out of and then nose dive six stories down. Death imminent. Yeah, need to keep thinking!
Shit.
Think, think, think. Think, think, think.
Coming up blank.
Bam Bam Bam
"Kagome, your time is up. Open this damn door or I will bust it open. I have some questions that you need to answer. You have the count until three."
Motherfuc-! I dropped down from the toilet and I fell on my ass and looked up.
I got it!
I took the lid off the tank and hid in a corner behind the door. More specific in the linen closet that's behind the door that's facing the shower. I pulled the shower curtain to look like I was in there hiding or something. Yeah couldn't be that I was taking a shower. If it worked Inuyasha would have a concussion and I will be home free.
"Get ready, I am breaking the door. I'm serious," Inuyasha's muffled voice came through the pathetic excuse of a door.
I lifted the top of the toilet tank up a little higher to get a good swing. I hope I don't kill him. Today isn't starting out that great. He could have at least offered me some apple juice a piece of bread. I'm not that picky before interrogating me all willy nilly.
"I warned you," Inuyasha said and burst open the door. The door flew off the hinges and he walked in the small bathroom. I had hid in the linen closet and left it cracked open so I can see in the bathroom.
He walked right past me. He got to the shower and moved the curtain back. I swung with all my might ceramic connecting to skull..
Clonk, smash, clatter, dunk
And ladies and gentlemen that was a home hitter, it went out of the park.
I clonked him on the back of the head, the tank shattered and clattered on the floor and he dropped to the ground. I was shocked it worked. Cheap ass toilet top.
I checked his pulse.
He was...still alive.
Whew!
Didn't need murder of an alleged officer of the government on my hands, added to the fucked up shit I have experienced in the last 29 hours. I left the bathroom to go immediately to his bedroom. I looked through his closet for some tennis shoes and his dresser for socks. I had my phone out trying to reach Miroku but kept getting his voicemail.
I hope he isn't dead. Just sleeping in. Yes, he is just sleeping in. But hopefully not for eternity! Miroku pick up the phone!
After frantically searching I found what I needed and slipped the socks and shoes on. I left the apartment after I got my stuff. I couldn't find the drugs but I was glad I had sent those pictures and video to Miroku's company email.
I made it out of the apartment complex and realized I was on the bad side of the tracks. Great, just freaking great. I placed my purse inside of my clothes and folded my arms around my body until I got to a better part of town.
Two hours of walking and "jogging" (let's be real I was power walking) a bit and in a taxi cab
I was finally on my way to Miroku's house to get my car and go home. If I try hard enough I think I can forget about all this bull crap and live life like I have been.
Oblvious to the inner workings of the underworld i.e drug trafficking. What about drug trafficking? Do I know a guy named Inuyasha? What about fuschia shoes. See it's working.
I am slowly losing my mind.
The taxicab makes it to Miroku's house and I look around to make sure that there was no one surveillancing his place. Paranoia is a bad monkey to have on your back but it's keeping your skin attached there.
I jump out and quickly go to my car. The I pop the trunk and the stuff inside was just how I had it. I reach in and grabbed two twenties for the tip and fare. I walk back to my car and check under the car for anything popping under it that didn't belong. Like a bomb or GPS tracker.
All clear.
I look around the neighborhood paying particular close attention to the parked cars. Ok, I think I have to agree with Miroku. I need to lay off on the crime and drama books and shows. It's clearly not good for my mental health.
Deciding that the coast was clear for my nerves and sanity. I enter in, crank it up, backed it up and drove home. I made some detours making sure to look in the rearview mirror ever so many miles. All clear nothing suspicious or they are better than me keeping out of sight of a slightly deranged woman.
Rounding the corner to where my street was a block up. I began to do a mental list of what I need to do.
I just needed to get home and bathe. That is the first thing I am going to do is bathe.
The first thing I am going to do is cry in a freaking hotel room because fucking Inuyasha is at my goddamn front door.
What the hell.
So close.
So freaking close.
I think the universe is against bubble baths. I kept driving and turned down a different street so it wouldn't look suspicious of a black car going in circles, right?
I head back to downtown and head to a decent hotel to lay it down and regroup because this is information overload.
Inuyasha!
Can't even go home!
Asshole.
Should have hit him harder! Damn his half demon genes of having a hard head and recovering quickly. Thought he didn't have my license. Such a liar and a damn tease.
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