Blood On the Ice

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"Rose... I think it'll be safer if you stayed inside for a while."
My mother was technically right. I mean, everywhere I went, there was a tragic accident occurring, and I somehow always got hurt. But I needed to get hurt. Or I'd look guilty. Extremely guilty.
"But mom, Matthew said I should visit him at the station sometime. Why not today?"
"... I just don't want you to get hurt, sweetie."
"I promise. I won't." I said, smiling.

Hanging out at the police station was probably not the best thing to do. It was even dangerous. But it was risky enough for me to look innocent, visiting my detective boyfriend.
I drove up to the station, and parked the car. Stepping out, I slid a little on the ice, and a hand caught me by the arm. It was Matthew. I smiled as he helped me up.
"You're lucky I was waiting for you!" he laughed.
"I guess I am." I said, linking my arm with is.
He led me up the stairs, and through the front door. I signed my name and scribbled down the time on the sign in sheet on the front desk. A security officer nodded us through, and Matthew headed down a hallway, with me trailing behind him. He stopped at the end, opened the door, and ushered me inside with a dramatic sweep of his hand. I complied, snickering.
I sat down at his desk, and scanned the room with my eyes, casually spinning around in the office chair. Matthew had files EVERYWHERE. But the one I noticed right away, was in the center of his desk, labeled: "Portia Edwards". I opened it up, skimmed through it, and quietly sighed in relief that it was signed off as an accident.
"Hey, why is this file still here? The case is so old." I said nonchalantly.
Matthew looked over at the file, picking it up.
"The Portia Edwards case? I guess that was never filed that away yet. My secretary's supposed to do it, but she forgets. She forgets a lot of things, actually." he shrugged.

The door burst open, and a woman walked in. She looked about Matthew's age, and she was holding a steaming cup of coffee.
"Mr Anderson, I was thinking of you on my lunch break, so I bought you some coffee." she said, a little too enthusiastically.
"Thanks." Matthew said, taking the coffee from her. "Angelina, this is my girlfriend, Rose. Rose, my secretary, Angelina."
Angelina smiled, but her eyes were cold. Hateful, even. I fought the urge to throw the stupid coffee in her face. Instead, I intertwined my fingers with Matthew's, looking at her.
"Hey. Nice to meet you."
"It's a pleasure." she said, locking eyes with me. I raised an eyebrow, taunting her to try anything. Matthew sat at his desk, signing paperwork.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked.
I narrowed my eyes at the double meaning. Matthew shook his head, absorbed in his work.
"No, unless you need something, Rose?"
"Coffee would be nice." I said, smiling.
Angelina simply nodded, and exited the room. After a minute, I stood up from my seat.
"I'll be back."
As soon as I closed the door, I stormed down the hallway, to see Angelina at the coffee machine, shoving quarters in the slot and muttering to herself. I cleared my throat and she turned around immediately.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure." she said, smirking and crossing her arms.
I walked inside the woman's room, and Angelina came in, leaning against the sink counter. As soon as I saw nobody else was inside, I used my sleeve to turn the lock on the door silently, until I felt the tumbler click beneath my hand.
"And what did you want to talk about?" she asked.
"Cut the crap. You know exactly what I'm going to talk about." I said, glowering at her. She smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh? And why don't you catch me up on that?" she haughtily said.
"You were all over Matthew in there. And that coffee thing was pathetic."
"Really, like a little girl can tell me what her boyfriend thinks? When I set my eyes on someone, I'll take them- no matter if they're single or not." she snapped.
"I'm afraid that was the wrong answer." I said, stepping forward
Grabbing Angelina by the hair, I pushed her through the bathroom stall, and she landed with a thud on the ground. I stepped inside, forcing her head towards the toilet. Cringing, I shoved her face inside (where somebody disgustingly forgot to flush after themselves) the toilet bowl, until her entire head was underwater. I dodged her flailing arms, and kept her there until they became weaker, and finally stopped.

Smirking, I stood up, and washed my hands under the automatic faucet, and wiped them on a paper towel, using it to grab the door handle on the way out.
I stopped by the coffee machine, and grabbed the still hot cup that was waiting for me there. Striding down the hallway, I sat down next to Matthew.
"Uh, Matthew?"
"Yes?"
"I saw Angelina doing something, well, strange in bathroom." I said.
"What do you mean?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"She had her head in the toilet. And it sounded like she was... smelling something in there. It freaked me out."
Matthew widened his eyes.
"You're kidding."
"No. And I heard you could do the same exact thing to get high. Do you think she does drugs?" I lied.
"Now that I think about it, it's possible. She always forgot things... and you said she's did something to get high at work. Absolutely unprofessional"-
Matthew was interrupted by a shriek, coming from the women's room. He got up from his chair, and left his office. Following him, I saw a small crowd of people outside of the restroom door.

I smiled to myself, and sipped my coffee.