"I've always wanted to ruin something beautiful..."
Maxine felt it time to leave, so she pulled the officer aside to speak to him, it would only take a moment. This was something she never thought she'd do, knew she'd never want to, but it felt necessary, inevitable. And why not sooner rather than later?
"So, Maxine," he started with his stupid grin, "Still running away from your problems?"
Maxine sighed, she didn't intend to let him get to her, because she knew what happened when her temper ruled, "Look, officer, I'm not running away, I've dealt with everything I needed to back, there, it's over. Past,"
"Only killers run," he replied callously, and Maxine flinched, hurt.
She sighed, spinning the gun around her finger and holding it by the muzzle, she wanted to shoot him, by holding it awkwardly the best she could do was strike him-- and that wouldn't even kill. "Only bad cops blame," she snapped at him, turning on her heel and walking out. In her car, she checked her makeup, her hair, and looked at her phone. Oh, she'd missed a call from Nick.
It hadn't been an hour, had it? Christ, he was going to be pissed.
Maxine picked up the phone as she put away the gun, and hit speed dial, no one had time to dial, anymore, and she called Nick enough that his number was programmed into her mind.
She waited, hoping he'd answer, though she didn't pull out of the parking lot, for fear that her nerves were so tight she'd wreck-- this wasn't even her car.
[Did you just call me Fumi? O.o How long have you known me? You can't do that.
Awwht, poor little Cobehn gott's'ted ignored.]
"...but then I remember that it's your fault I'm like this."
Maxine L. Miller