Disclaimer: I do not own any of the JAG characters, how ever; I do own any
of the original characters that you see.
Author's Note:
Hey, this is my first attempt at a JAG fan fiction so please no flames. Only constructed criticism. Hope you all enjoy.
Isabel Roberts sat in a chair, her head rested against one of the tall sides. She felt tired, but would not allow herself to sleep. Her deep blue eyes stayed fix on her mother. Every once and awhile a tear would slowly move down her cheeks. She kept her head slightly angled down so if by chance anyone walked in they would not be able to see the tears, for she had vowed long ago that she would never let anyone see her cry and she has kept that promise thus far.
A beep went through the room to let her know that her mother's heart was still going, but over the last few hours it has slowed. Other machines surrounded her mother as she still sat in the critical condition in Brooklyn Hospital. The sound had been annoying at first, but now she was able to block it out, the only sound she heard was the sound of her mother's raspy breath.
The sound of her mother's moan made her jump and move to her mother's side. She sat on the side of the bed and took her mother's cool hand into her warm one. Her mother's head moved slightly to look at her daughter. A weak smiled crossed her face. "You've been crying." She said weakly. Isabel wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Have not." She said quickly.
"Liar."
"You should save your strength to get better, not talk to me." Isabel said softly.
"I should, but I want to talk to you. That is what will make me feel better." Isabel nodded slowly. "Where is your father?"
"Don't know never met him." Isabel said a little angrily. She had never known her father or anything about him. She didn't even know his first name, only his last for he shared the same as her. Her mother had wanted her to keep her father's name instead of her own.
"Isabel don't act like that." Her mother said sadly.
"Why, he did this to you. He stabbed you four times, beat you, slapped, raped you and yet you do nothing." She said her voice still staying low but full of anger. "He is the entire reason you are here."
"No Isabel. A burglar broke in and stabbed me and he tried saving me while I was knocked out." Her mother said sternly.
"No, he hurt you and then went after me to. He only hit me and made me swear not to say anything, but I don't think I can keep that promise. I have a meeting with the cops tomorrow and I am going to tell them everything." Isabel said.
"No." Her mother said quickly. "Honey you can't. You must make me the promise then that you will not say anything to anybody, do you understand me."
"Why do you protect him? What if he hurts you again?" Isabel asked, yet something told her that he would never touch her again.
"He won't honey, now please promise me." Her mother sounded really weak as those words escaped her lips. Isabel softened.
"I promise."
"Thank you and I love you." Her mother said. Isabel watched her relax and take her last few breaths. A long beep echoed through the room and she still sat there holding her mothers hands. Not a single tear fell from her eyes.
Nurses and doctors all rushed in and pulled her gently from her mother's hand. They did their best to try to bring her back, but everyone knew that this was it she was gone. Nurses and doctors looked at her sadly and sympathetically. The left the room as she moved back to the bed and sat in the same spot as before. "I love you to Mom."
Isabel was not sure how long she had sat there, but soon she felt the rough hands of her stepfather pulling her from the bed. "Let's go." He grumbled through clenched teeth. His hair was a mess and you can tell he had not showered in a few days. He looked like he just rolled out of bed. Isabel nodded slowly, though she did not want to follow this man, for she knew he life was in danger as long as she was with him, but she had a few things she had to figure out first.
The car ride felt long to her. She could feel the stares from her stepfather and they made her shiver. She inched closer to the door. "The police are coming to talk to you tomorrow. Do you know what you are going to say?" He finally asked breaking the silence.
"Yes that burglar walked in and he stabbed my mother." Her stepfather nodded in agreement. "Or I could tell the truth." Isabel said under her breath. The car jerked as her stepfather hit the brakes and pulled off till the side. He suddenly jumped at Isabel and placed his hands around her neck.
"What the hell did you just say?" He asked her, his grip slowly becoming tighter. Isabel's eyes were wide with fear as she felt her world turning black. Her stepfather right hand let go and opened the glove compartment and pulled out a knife. He reached down with his left hand and began to pull up one of Isabel's long sleeves. During this she had been trying to free herself, but he was a lot stronger than her. She yelled when a sudden shock of pain was felt on her arm. Her stepfather and made a clean, but deep cut into her right arm.
He immediately let her go and put the knife back. Isabel looked at her arm and it was covered with cuts, bruises, and scars that she has received over the years. She pulled her sleeve down and held it firmly to the cut. The pain went up through her arm and she was beginning to loose feeling in it. Tears formed at her eyes, but she blinked them back.
The rest of the drive went quietly. No more stares came from his direction and Isabel looked out the window the entire time. She had to do something fast, before she ended up like her mother, dead.
Author's Note 2:
Well that's it and I hoped you like the first chapter. I hope you will check out the next chapter when it comes up, well until then Read and Review.
Author's Note:
Hey, this is my first attempt at a JAG fan fiction so please no flames. Only constructed criticism. Hope you all enjoy.
Isabel Roberts sat in a chair, her head rested against one of the tall sides. She felt tired, but would not allow herself to sleep. Her deep blue eyes stayed fix on her mother. Every once and awhile a tear would slowly move down her cheeks. She kept her head slightly angled down so if by chance anyone walked in they would not be able to see the tears, for she had vowed long ago that she would never let anyone see her cry and she has kept that promise thus far.
A beep went through the room to let her know that her mother's heart was still going, but over the last few hours it has slowed. Other machines surrounded her mother as she still sat in the critical condition in Brooklyn Hospital. The sound had been annoying at first, but now she was able to block it out, the only sound she heard was the sound of her mother's raspy breath.
The sound of her mother's moan made her jump and move to her mother's side. She sat on the side of the bed and took her mother's cool hand into her warm one. Her mother's head moved slightly to look at her daughter. A weak smiled crossed her face. "You've been crying." She said weakly. Isabel wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Have not." She said quickly.
"Liar."
"You should save your strength to get better, not talk to me." Isabel said softly.
"I should, but I want to talk to you. That is what will make me feel better." Isabel nodded slowly. "Where is your father?"
"Don't know never met him." Isabel said a little angrily. She had never known her father or anything about him. She didn't even know his first name, only his last for he shared the same as her. Her mother had wanted her to keep her father's name instead of her own.
"Isabel don't act like that." Her mother said sadly.
"Why, he did this to you. He stabbed you four times, beat you, slapped, raped you and yet you do nothing." She said her voice still staying low but full of anger. "He is the entire reason you are here."
"No Isabel. A burglar broke in and stabbed me and he tried saving me while I was knocked out." Her mother said sternly.
"No, he hurt you and then went after me to. He only hit me and made me swear not to say anything, but I don't think I can keep that promise. I have a meeting with the cops tomorrow and I am going to tell them everything." Isabel said.
"No." Her mother said quickly. "Honey you can't. You must make me the promise then that you will not say anything to anybody, do you understand me."
"Why do you protect him? What if he hurts you again?" Isabel asked, yet something told her that he would never touch her again.
"He won't honey, now please promise me." Her mother sounded really weak as those words escaped her lips. Isabel softened.
"I promise."
"Thank you and I love you." Her mother said. Isabel watched her relax and take her last few breaths. A long beep echoed through the room and she still sat there holding her mothers hands. Not a single tear fell from her eyes.
Nurses and doctors all rushed in and pulled her gently from her mother's hand. They did their best to try to bring her back, but everyone knew that this was it she was gone. Nurses and doctors looked at her sadly and sympathetically. The left the room as she moved back to the bed and sat in the same spot as before. "I love you to Mom."
Isabel was not sure how long she had sat there, but soon she felt the rough hands of her stepfather pulling her from the bed. "Let's go." He grumbled through clenched teeth. His hair was a mess and you can tell he had not showered in a few days. He looked like he just rolled out of bed. Isabel nodded slowly, though she did not want to follow this man, for she knew he life was in danger as long as she was with him, but she had a few things she had to figure out first.
The car ride felt long to her. She could feel the stares from her stepfather and they made her shiver. She inched closer to the door. "The police are coming to talk to you tomorrow. Do you know what you are going to say?" He finally asked breaking the silence.
"Yes that burglar walked in and he stabbed my mother." Her stepfather nodded in agreement. "Or I could tell the truth." Isabel said under her breath. The car jerked as her stepfather hit the brakes and pulled off till the side. He suddenly jumped at Isabel and placed his hands around her neck.
"What the hell did you just say?" He asked her, his grip slowly becoming tighter. Isabel's eyes were wide with fear as she felt her world turning black. Her stepfather right hand let go and opened the glove compartment and pulled out a knife. He reached down with his left hand and began to pull up one of Isabel's long sleeves. During this she had been trying to free herself, but he was a lot stronger than her. She yelled when a sudden shock of pain was felt on her arm. Her stepfather and made a clean, but deep cut into her right arm.
He immediately let her go and put the knife back. Isabel looked at her arm and it was covered with cuts, bruises, and scars that she has received over the years. She pulled her sleeve down and held it firmly to the cut. The pain went up through her arm and she was beginning to loose feeling in it. Tears formed at her eyes, but she blinked them back.
The rest of the drive went quietly. No more stares came from his direction and Isabel looked out the window the entire time. She had to do something fast, before she ended up like her mother, dead.
Author's Note 2:
Well that's it and I hoped you like the first chapter. I hope you will check out the next chapter when it comes up, well until then Read and Review.