Disclaimer: - I don't own spooks I'm just borrowing them, will return in the same condition that I got them.
Haunted Eyes
Since that night she had become distant, tiered, drawn. Even people who didn't know her could see it. The pain and sadness behind her eyes. A hauntingly glazed grey shade that made people look away. Well most, Harry Pearce for one couldn't seem to make his eyes fall like everyone else. There was just something about them, her, that made him follow her when she left every night.
Most of those nights she ended up going to a small pub on a side street on the borderline of the bad part of London.
Something about tonight made him approach her.
"Talk to me, please Ruth." Harry almost begs as he sits down next to her at the bar.
"You've been following me for two weeks now. What's so different about today?"
"For that last two weeks you've stopped after three drinks, this is your sixth" Harry pointed out.
"Don't worry; I'll still be in a presentable state for work tomorrow." She turns to look at him then drinks more of her drink.
"I'm sorry about what you had to say, to get Angela out of there." Harry signals for the bartender.
"Don't be. Even thought we didn't get on or liked each other, I still respected her for being one of the strongest people I knew. Then to watch- to cause her to break down. I… I couldn't watch but it was like a train wreak, you can't tear your eyes away" Ruth goes to signal for another drink but Harry stops her, "How much do you know about Peter, Angela and I?"
"Well your file says that you refuse to talk about your family, especially your stepbrother. Angela's says that you're lying about everything. What happened Ruth?"
"Something did happen when Peter was 20 and I was 18. Our parents were arguing. We got to know each other- we would always sit on the landing and listen to them, play cards or something while drinking what one of us had. One time Peter said 'One of these arguments I'll take you away from here and show you the time of your life.' I didn't take him seriously. But then a few days later he said we were going to Blackpool. We had fun for a few days; we did the same things we always did. But then it was getting to the end of the week. I… should have been expecting it. Then I was very different, extraverted, lot shorter skirts. But I didn't … I hadn't meant to lead … It was horrible" her voice was almost fallen to a whisper and she had tears falling from her eyes. "I ran. Couldn't stand the thought of being near him. By the time I got home Peter had already told him version. I tried to tell my mother the truth, she just didn't want to believe it, wanted to keep the family together. I left. Went to university and by the time I came back from Christmas Peter had left." Ruth wipes her checks and pushes her hair behind her ear.
"It wasn't your fault, you must remember that." Harry brushes stray strands of hair from her eyes and Ruth leans her head into his hand.
"It wasn't not my fault." Ruth whispers, as Harry was about to speak she says. "Thank you for following me."
"It was nothing. Let me get you home. You look like you haven't slept in weeks."
When they get up Ruth stumbles so Harry pulls her to him for support. In the taxi Ruth starts to drift to sleep on Harry's shoulder.
"Thank you, again, for being here."
"I'll always be here Ruth, For you , always" Harry kisses the top of her head as she starts to drift again.