Disclaimer: I don't own The Tenth Circle, or anything related to Jodi Picoult. And i'm not creative enough to persuade any of you that I do. So, we'll stick with that story.
Guilt
That night, as the door to her classroom creaked open, Laura realized. This realization was what truly brought back the guilt in her heart, it was what made her swallow hard, what made her remember, and it was, eventually, what made her end it.
Because it wasn't Daniel who she was thinking of, as Seth strode closer to her, his eyes blazing. It wasn't Daniel who popped to her mind at the thought of passion, as Seth approached her desk with Tobacco breath. It wasn't Daniel's face that filled her head when she felt Seth's lips and hips against hers. It still wasn't her husband Laura remembered; her back slamming against the chalkboard. Laura still wasn't imagining Daniel while Seth's hand was traveling down her back and around her thigh. No, it wasn't thoughts of Daniel that haunted Laura as Seth slid his fingers up her leg – it was thoughts of Trixie.
Trixie at four, running around the house with her hair like fire behind her. Trixie, rolling her eyes the one day Laura had driven her to the high school and said she loved her. Trixie, laughing when Laura walked into the house one afternoon, soaking wet from an unexpected snowstorm. Trixie, seven, jump-roping in the driveway while Laura and Daniel counted how many times she could. Trixie that morning, wearing a huge sweatshirt Laura knew had a tubetop under it.
Laura was aware of her underwear slipping down her leg, or being pulled down, persay. It made her think of Dante and the nine levels of hell. Everything made her think of hell.
Maybe everything you're doing, she thought.
Disgusted, Laura pushed away. She stumbled around her desk, fixing her shoe, pulling up her skirt and underwear, running a hand through her hair.
"Baby…" Seth whined seductively.
Laura wavered.
"Not here," she answered weakly.
Seth smiled. He crept around the desk, took Laura's hand, and pulled her out of the classroom. Laura followed along; guilty. Yes, very guilty.
A/N: I'll admit: I haven't finished this book. So... if it's AU, that's why. But, in the author's defense, I've had this floating around in my head for about a week and done nothing, so it was bound to burst out sooner or later. And I'm supposed to be writing a 'techincal document', which sounds nice (if you're on drugs or something), but really isn't all that fun. Well, this is how I inspire myself... okay, I was just real bored.
Review if you liked, cause I may write more Jodi Picoults if enough people do!
