•Nia's POV
"Eight months of therapy and a large sum of money and now I can say I'm not crazy I just have to find a productive outlet to transfer my negative emotions to" I sighed as I sat at the desk looking at the picture of Emma's mom. Sky was my best friend I feel so empty without her. I often find myself talking to the photos of her I keep around the house, Angela said its a natural way to mourn the loss of a loved one, but it feels strange. I guess pretending that I still can vent to her is better than not venting at all.
"Emma?" I stood up from my desk "What do you want for dinner, I could fry up some chick-" I had heard the door open so I was sure that it was her but there was a man in the doorway.
"Mrs. Avens?" he asked, now that I got a good look at him I recognized that he was in a police uniform.
"Uhm yea thats me" I pulled the sides of my robe together so to not show of my tank top and short pajama bottoms "What uhm... what brings you here?" It was quite strange for a cop to be this far out of town but the fact that he entered my house without knocking was alarming me.
"Well Ma'am Emma Williams said she lived here and we couldn't get a hold of you over the phone but she has been in holding cell at the jail all day, I paid her bail, I knew Sky" then it clicked, it was Sky's ex. "Oh dear lord what'd she get herself into now Danny?" I smiled "Please come in, sorry I didn't recognize you at first sice your in... well... uniform now".
He turned around and and went towards the bench on my porch lifting something up before coming inside. It wasn't long before I realized Emma was passed out drunk. "She's so dead. Between you and me I wouldn't have minded her drinking here with me, lord knows I need a drink" I let out an awkward laugh "but she really fucked up this time."
"I wouldn't be too upset at her, we found her crying at Sky's grave" he spoke softly and sympathetically, it sort of made my heart ache, if it wasn't for her untimely death he probably would be engaged to Sky right now. "Thats even worse, the last thing she needs to do is put shame over her Sisters body. I like to believe she watches those she loved and I'm sure that would make her heart break." I opened the door to Emma's room and he laid her down on the bed and I covered her in a blanket. "Danny?" I asked and he tilted his head "Are you off duty?"
"Yes ma'am" he smiled curiously.
"Do you drink?" I led him out of Emma's room to the living room quietly closing her door behind us.
"Yeah" he looked surprised and confused as I made my way into the kitchen.
"I've got wine, rum, or a seltzer. We drink like girls here." I smiled as I opened the cupboard to grab glasses.
"It's a long drive so maybe just water for me?" he asked awkwardly.
"oh uh, yea sorry" I pulled out to regular glasses "Its just been a long day and a long time since my last drink" I sighed as I rinsed the cups and filled them each with ice and a straw.
"You can drink its just that I'm a bit of a light weight and I don't want to get pulled over in a police car" he rubbed the back of his neck and took off his hat "I'd really like a drink though."
"Hmmm... look... I uhm... it hits us all really hard sometimes not just Emma, she's still young a loss like that... especially since it was her mom and sister... I understand why, it'd make me want to forget too..." I cleared my throat "I'm gonna drink." I poured myself a half glass of coconut rum and then put some fruit juice in "I have a guest room its late if you don't have someplace to go I would love some company, you could have a drink and avoid a long night drive back home.
Before I knew what hit me I leaned over and whispered "My therapist told me to do something productive with my negative thoughts... I have been having so many lately that I'm not sure where to start or how to start, -hiccup- what do I doooooo" I had already finished off my third glass or rum and juice and he was sipping his Second glass.
"You was always a good writer Nia. Maybe turn them bad thoughts into a good story" Danny slurred his words a bit already and his accent was showing. Danny was from Kentucky but when he's tired or apparently drunk his southern accent and hard dialect come out. He was smart but never did care for proper English. "Thats -burp- oh please excuse that, write a book huh?" well that was better than painting or drawing negative thoughts. If I did that it'd help me manifest my fears in a way I could control.
"Danny your so smart" I smiled and grabbed my laptop and began typing.
"You never really did find any guy interesting in high school did you Zinny?" he looked through my old year books as I typed away.
"No... There were plenty of hot guys at school but nobody really gave me a chance since I wasn't popular or that attractive so why would I bother with dating?" I had sobered up some while he sipped his third glass.
"All them guys wanted you" he laughed and snorted a bit "my cousin George even wanted you despite the age gap" he shook his head "Sky thought that way too, all y'all beautiful women thinking ya ain't. But every'un but you can see it. Every'un but Sky saw it too"
"I ain't got nothing on her Danny, I'm not humble I just aware of how wonderful she was inside and out, with a friend like her nobody noticed me. But thats okay because I had her." A few tears streamed down my face as my fingers clicked away writing whatever I felt.
Danny sat down beside me and read what I had typed "Yer still a great" he smiled as he read "its ery'thin she was and explains what we have left without her so perfectly". Danny wasn't a sensitive guy but he always had a sift spot for Sky, ever since we were young and I first met him. He was drawn to her so instantly just as everybody else was. He practically worshiped the ground at her feet while making sure she never had to feel the burden of not touching the ground since angels should never have to. She was kind as well as beautiful. She loved with everything she had, Danny was showered in adoration from her. Now she's gone I imagine he's lonely. I could never ask him though.
"I'm lonely too" I hoped he understood and of course he did, I wasn't sure what had gotteninto me. He smiled a broken smile then stretched, "I think I'm ready to hit the hay".
I showed him to the guest bathroom and bedroom then headed to my room and kept typing until I passed out.