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Next Time
Next time I'll grab my gun and run a bullet through his brain. Just not today.
This last case had really taken a toll on her. All she could think about as she put her key in the door was to get in the tub with a large glass of wine.
The door opened and she was greeted by a sight that should fill her stomach butterflies, Will LaMontage asleep on her couch, instead the sight of her boyfriend filled her with fear. It was obvious that the man had been waiting for her. Slowly she made her way towards him, debating whether to wake him or ignore him. A pathetic chuckle escaped her lips as she thought about the second alternative. Her reward for ignoring him would be much too expensive.
Sweat was already forming on her palms, heart pounding in her chest, and the always present knot in her throat made her very hesitant to approach him. Something whispered in her head, her gut instinct was to get out of there, tonight, she knew would be especially hard. All the evidence she needed sat at her feet by the couch, four empty beer bottles and an empty bourbon bottle.
Maybe he won't wake up. She though to herself. Wishful thinking JJ.
Gathering the little courage she had left, she placed a trembling hand on Will's shoulder "wake up Will," she whispered. The man in question grunted and sat up.
"Cher, don't you know better than to wake me?" he answered, his eye closed. She could see his muscles tensing through the thin material of his t-shirt.
This was the moment she was trained for. More so, this was a moment her body was hard wired to react to. The human fight or flight instinct. Every fiber of her being was begging for her to run. Yet her own mind betrayed her, she stood there paralyzed in fear, she couldn't move.
"Jennifer, you are late. How many times do I have to teach you to not be late before it actually sinks into your pretty little head?" He started speaking as he stood up from the couch. Quicker that she would've thought possible he knocked he to the ground. Her head bashing against the coffee table as she fell.
The next hour was a blur of pain, hurt and shame. She stayed on the ground until she heard the front door close.
Hot tears burning in her eyes, she tried to stand up, barely managing to drag herself to the couch. She couldn't will more tears to come down, she need to pull herself together and to categorize the damage. Mentally she started to check every inch if her body.
After her inventory of injuries she realized that she needed to go to a hospital. Without a second thought she picked up her cell phone and called the one person she knew she could count on, always.
"hello Emily…? It's JJ"
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