This is a continuation of "Last Call"
Flashback to Now
Chapter 1
*Sully dreaming*"I want to do it," the cop said as he and his partner sat on the hood of the RMP. His partner grunted. "No, I'm gonna do it," the cop said again with conviction. "You're crazy, you know you can't do that, man," said his partner. "Ty, she needs help. I'm the one to do it," he replied. "No, you're not. You can't be her dad," Ty replied. "And what? He can?" He shot back. "For God's sake, what kind of father takes a frying pan to a kid's head?" "Look. Sul, I'm just sayin, you can't do it. No one will let a single cop be a foster dad, even if they did you know you can't take care of her," Ty said gently. "Let Pete do it." "Yeah, right. A bartender taking care of an alcoholic's kid, there's a good idea," he said back. "I'm gonna do it."
Ty hung up the phone. His head was spinning. He had just made the phone call that he hoped would save his partner's life. It was set. He would take Sully to the cabin. Then when he got home he would bring out the big guns. Sully would get better, he had to.
The eyes. The deep green eyes that stared into his soul. They pleaded for him to help. The pain in those eyse....he couldn't take it. He had to help. He couldn't help. Sully snapped awake from the nightmare. God. He thought. I haven't thought of her in so long. He wished the past weekend had been a nightmare like the one he had just had. Had he really given the bottle to Ty? He wanted a drink again. He wanted to wake up from the nightmare. But he was still in the front passenger seat of the van as it sped to the city. He laid his head back onto the seat and tried to sleep again. He hoped sleep would be an escape this time.
She leaned her head back into the seat. She couldn't believe it. He had gotten married? Why the hell hadn't he told her? She should have been there. And now it was too late. His wife was dead, and he still hadn't reached out to her. And she had gotten the phone call from his partner. Geez, his partner. The son of the man who had tried to help her along with Sully. She almost laughed, the son of the man who had convinced Sully not to try to adopt her. She gazed into the vacant eyes next to her. Well, Pete had done it, he had saved her, but Sully had been there, he had done more in his own way. She squeezed her green eyes shut. She sank her head deeper into the seat cushion. She remembered Ty, Jr.'s words to her. Sully had turned into a man she loathed, a man so much like her father. A drinker, a drunk. Why should she help? She felt betrayed. And yet here she was, moving herself and Pete out of the suburb in Pennsylvania she had been so happy in and back to New York, the place where hell had taken its toll on her repeatedly. She looked out the window of the train, thinking of the situation. She knew she couldn't help him. People don't change for the better and stay that way, the only change for the worse.
