Who: Karrin Murphy-self log What: She goes to discover her house. Warnings: Pretty bad language and a bit of violence, not too bad.
Murphy got out of the cab and paid the cab driver. She turned around and looked at the house. It wasn’t big, but it also wasn’t small. The neighborhood was nice, middle class. There were no kids playing around on the street, even though it was after five and they should have been home. She was almost wishing she had taken Dresden up on his offer to come with her. As much as she didn’t think there was any danger here, having a friend with her would have made her feel less nervous.
She walked up to the door and pulled her keys out of the small purse she had found at her desk. She looked through the keys and found one that looked like it was her house key and tried it. It worked on the first turn and she pushed the door open.
The small house was very neat. There was a shoe rack by the door, very well organized and she froze for a second. There were men’s shoes on the rack. She took her own shoes off and put them in the rack before walking down the entryway.
She looked at pictures on the walls. It was her with who she assumed was family, and a man with people who looked a lot like him. And then there were pictures of the two of them. Most of the pictures looked very posed, not carefree or playful.
She turned to what turned out to be the living-room and saw a man sitting in front of a laptop, sipping on something clear. He had a Bluetooth headset in and had obviously been listening to someone, before he started bellowing at the person. It sounded like business. He looked annoyed as he punched things on the computer and continued to talk.
Murphy cleared her throat, walking into the room. The man froze and looked over at her.
“Scott, I’ll call you back, Karrin just got here.” He didn’t wait for a reply to hang up on the man he was obviously talking to.
Murphy wasn't really sure what to expect, she didn't even know this guy's name. He didn't have a ring on, and there had been no wedding photos, so they weren't married. Dating, engaged maybe? She was suddenly unsure if she even should have gotten his attention.
"Where the hell have you been?" His voice was just as angry as it had been on the phone, and sounded more like he was talking to an employee than a girlfriend. "I had a dinner last night. My fiancée was supposed to be there, and where are you? Completely out of contact. I was so embarrassed."
Murphy arched an eyebrow at him but didn't speak.
“You know what the men at work say? They say you can’t even keep a reign on your girlfriend, how can you keep a reign on you accounts? You’re making me look bad? Where were you anyway? Were you out on some fucking job? I’ve told you this stupid cop shit has to go. It was cute when you wanted to sign up, it’s getting ridiculous.”
Anyone who knew Murphy would have been running and hiding as best they could. As the man went on her face became calmer and emotionless. “You don’t even care where I’ve been. I’m not going to tell you.”
He obviously didn’t know Murphy. He got angry and in her face. “Were you with some guy? Is it one of those damn cops? Are you sleeping around behind my back?”
Murphy laughed. “Hell, you wouldn’t care except that it would make you look bad.”
He reached to grab her face, but she took the arm and before he knew what was happening had twisted it behind his back and had him on the ground. “Don’t you fucking touch me, you disgusting excuse for a human.”
He fought her and started cursing. “You fucking bitch, get off of me. I’m going to show you your goddamn place.” He tried to get up and squealed like a little girl when she pulled his arm harder.
“I don’t want to see your face again, do you understand?”
“Then get out of my house, bitch.” He growled out.
She mentally cursed. Dammit. It was his house. “You’re going to stay out of my way while I go pack of my things, and leave.”
“Like hell, you damn bitch. Let me up.”
She slammed his face into the ground. “You’re going to stay out of my way.”
“Fucking whore.”
She slammed his face again and he just wailed and fell mostly limp. She got up and found the bed room. She found the nicest looking suitcase and packed it up with all of what looked like her clothes and anything that looked expensive. He was still lying on the ground when she got back, babying his nose. She looked at him and over at his laptop. It was one of those times where she really wished she had Dresden’s power to short-circuit anything electric. She did the next best thing and took the drink he’d been sipping on earlier and poured it over the laptop.
He jumped up and started yelling incoherently, but obviously had learned better than to physically come after her. She walked out of the house, getting her cell phone out to call another cab.