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Jordan's POV
I sat in the empty bar, a stale beer in front of me, my head rested against the cool counter top. It was raining outside, I felt a shiver go through me, he was gone, he just left, deserted me, like I meant nothing to him. Was I that bad? Did I even deserve his love? or anyone else's for that matter, I stood feeling tears eat at my honey colored eyes. I walked to the door and slowly opened it. It creaked, startling me, I wandered to the sidewalk, and looked up at the cold, insipid sky, it felt so friendless I was at a loss for thought, I could only stare up at that sky looking at the rain until it felt as though I was apart of that sky, in a place where Mother's of ten year olds don't get savagely murdered, father's don't run away, and ten year olds can go on and live their lives without having to fear that one day they would wake up and everything will be gone...
I didn't know I was running tell I tripped , right into a mud puddle, JUST GREAT!!! I thought to myself. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder .
"Jordan?" it was Woody, his hair plastered to his head and his face wearing a concerned look.
"He's gone" I managed to whisper before I broke down in tears, hot salty tears, tears that were harbored inside for a long time. He just held my Body tightly as I cried on his shoulder uncontrollably. As he stroked my hair he whispered into my chestnut hair "Who, who's gone Jo. who's gone?" I struggled to speak, threw my tears I managed to murmur "Dad- Daddy" I looked past his shoulder "Oh, Jordan" was all he whispered.
Something in me triggered at that minute, the morning of my mothers murder swam into view, Daddy, I have to find Daddy, was all I could think, I could here Woody, his voice muffled as I pulled away from the officer holding me, keeping me from my daddy, He tried to grab my arm, I shoved him away, not this time, he wasn't keeping me from my father. "DADDY?!" He was just across the street, "I can almost reach him" I whispered suddenly that day shrank away, a car swerved past me , and Woody swam into view , his arm wrapped around me protectively. He grasped my shoulder hard and he was shouting at me, I couldn't understand, why was he yelling?
"For crying out loud Jordan, what the hell are you thinking? You want to get yourself killed?" I leaned against his strong shoulder, "He was so close" I whispered to no one in particular. He hugged me with the opposite arm, he felt so warm against me, I turned and burrowed my face in his coat, I was so cold, I shivered, I could feel his eyes on me. "Jordan, we have to get out of this rain, your going catch a death of a cold out here." I felt to weak to walk, he picked me up, delicately but firmly and began to walk, I wasn't sure where, I didn't care, I just wanted to fade into the sky, some where far off, where I only had memories of rain, and memories of long forgotten tears that had long since fell away to the deepest, darkest pit of my soul, when I looked up, he was setting me on his couch, soaking the navy fabric. My teeth chattered and I shook uncontrollably. He left, disappearing into his bedroom; I searched for him, my eyes scanned the room frantically, not wanting him to leave too. "Wood? Woody!" "Shh, Jordan, I'm right here, just getting you some dry clothes." He came out with a Black T- shirt, with a faded picture on it, and grey Addis's sweatpants and a terrycloth robe, he stood me up and began to strip my clothes off, as he lifted my shirt I tensed "Jordan this isn't a sexual advance, you're gonna freeze to death." I relaxed as he undressed me, I couldn't move anymore, I just couldn't.
Woody's POV
God it's like she's never see me before, she just stares blankly, like she's alive but not there, she seems to drift in and out of a dream like state, she was in a fetus like posture when I awoke, I must have fallen asleep while watching her. It was incredible, she was nestled up next to me, her head leaning on my shoulder, her honey colored eyes were open, she just stared out into space, her eyes roving lazily around the room, her coffee colored hair was soft against my arm, I shifted my body so I could wrap a protective arm around her.
As I did, something fell to the floor, I picked it up slowly with a dawning horror, my prescription bottle of Prozac, the cap was gone, nothing inside. "Jordan" my voice shook, "how many of these did you take, did you take all of them, Jordan I just this refilled yesterday." She looked up at me with glazed over eyes. I just stood up, and carried her outside, I had to get her to a hospital, now, her life and mine depended on it.
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Jordan's POV
I sat in the empty bar, a stale beer in front of me, my head rested against the cool counter top. It was raining outside, I felt a shiver go through me, he was gone, he just left, deserted me, like I meant nothing to him. Was I that bad? Did I even deserve his love? or anyone else's for that matter, I stood feeling tears eat at my honey colored eyes. I walked to the door and slowly opened it. It creaked, startling me, I wandered to the sidewalk, and looked up at the cold, insipid sky, it felt so friendless I was at a loss for thought, I could only stare up at that sky looking at the rain until it felt as though I was apart of that sky, in a place where Mother's of ten year olds don't get savagely murdered, father's don't run away, and ten year olds can go on and live their lives without having to fear that one day they would wake up and everything will be gone...
I didn't know I was running tell I tripped , right into a mud puddle, JUST GREAT!!! I thought to myself. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder .
"Jordan?" it was Woody, his hair plastered to his head and his face wearing a concerned look.
"He's gone" I managed to whisper before I broke down in tears, hot salty tears, tears that were harbored inside for a long time. He just held my Body tightly as I cried on his shoulder uncontrollably. As he stroked my hair he whispered into my chestnut hair "Who, who's gone Jo. who's gone?" I struggled to speak, threw my tears I managed to murmur "Dad- Daddy" I looked past his shoulder "Oh, Jordan" was all he whispered.
Something in me triggered at that minute, the morning of my mothers murder swam into view, Daddy, I have to find Daddy, was all I could think, I could here Woody, his voice muffled as I pulled away from the officer holding me, keeping me from my daddy, He tried to grab my arm, I shoved him away, not this time, he wasn't keeping me from my father. "DADDY?!" He was just across the street, "I can almost reach him" I whispered suddenly that day shrank away, a car swerved past me , and Woody swam into view , his arm wrapped around me protectively. He grasped my shoulder hard and he was shouting at me, I couldn't understand, why was he yelling?
"For crying out loud Jordan, what the hell are you thinking? You want to get yourself killed?" I leaned against his strong shoulder, "He was so close" I whispered to no one in particular. He hugged me with the opposite arm, he felt so warm against me, I turned and burrowed my face in his coat, I was so cold, I shivered, I could feel his eyes on me. "Jordan, we have to get out of this rain, your going catch a death of a cold out here." I felt to weak to walk, he picked me up, delicately but firmly and began to walk, I wasn't sure where, I didn't care, I just wanted to fade into the sky, some where far off, where I only had memories of rain, and memories of long forgotten tears that had long since fell away to the deepest, darkest pit of my soul, when I looked up, he was setting me on his couch, soaking the navy fabric. My teeth chattered and I shook uncontrollably. He left, disappearing into his bedroom; I searched for him, my eyes scanned the room frantically, not wanting him to leave too. "Wood? Woody!" "Shh, Jordan, I'm right here, just getting you some dry clothes." He came out with a Black T- shirt, with a faded picture on it, and grey Addis's sweatpants and a terrycloth robe, he stood me up and began to strip my clothes off, as he lifted my shirt I tensed "Jordan this isn't a sexual advance, you're gonna freeze to death." I relaxed as he undressed me, I couldn't move anymore, I just couldn't.
Woody's POV
God it's like she's never see me before, she just stares blankly, like she's alive but not there, she seems to drift in and out of a dream like state, she was in a fetus like posture when I awoke, I must have fallen asleep while watching her. It was incredible, she was nestled up next to me, her head leaning on my shoulder, her honey colored eyes were open, she just stared out into space, her eyes roving lazily around the room, her coffee colored hair was soft against my arm, I shifted my body so I could wrap a protective arm around her.
As I did, something fell to the floor, I picked it up slowly with a dawning horror, my prescription bottle of Prozac, the cap was gone, nothing inside. "Jordan" my voice shook, "how many of these did you take, did you take all of them, Jordan I just this refilled yesterday." She looked up at me with glazed over eyes. I just stood up, and carried her outside, I had to get her to a hospital, now, her life and mine depended on it.
criticize but be gentle, first CJ fanfic, I love reviews