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Title: Absolution
Chapter 1: Tears falling from heaven
It wasn't suppose to be like this, this wasn't the fairy tale ending she had fantasized about as a little girl, laying on her four post bed, sunlight gathering in pools on the baby blue bed spread, The happy ending that every little girl dreams about.
Blood drenched down her green dress, it dried in her chocolate hair, her hands shook as she stared numbly into the wall, she wanted it to go away, disappear in the night as quickly as humanly possible. She fell to the ground, legs curled under her, tears staining her pale face and damping her chin. The cold linoleum floor felt offhand on her bare legs, as she tried to focus on her bare feet, toenails all painted up lavender. Her hair was falling out of the simple bun that she had arranged for their special night, the night she would remember forever.
He was protecting her from the world, sheltering her from the storm; he was the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel, the expedition. Her russet eyes looked up, at the blinding white florescent lights that bordered the colorless hallway. It would have been her lying lifelessly on that table, and all knew it. She could no longer feel, she couldn't feel the sting in the bitter wind, nor the heat of the midday sun.
Where was god now, Where were her angels, where was her hope now that her hero was gone. Who was going to bring her out of this hell that was swallowing her every thought and made her breath short and leaden. Outside the wind howled, screaming its challenge to the sky. She rocked back and forth, willing herself the control not to be sick in front of all these people, all these total strangers, doctors and nurses. She was quiet, deathly quiet, like the woods after a storm, no one spoke, no one moved. She wanted someone to be here, to hold her and tell her all would be fine, until now, that someone was him. She wanted to forget the last four years, make him fade from her memory, if she did, the pain would seize and her body would calm, and the terrified look locked into his frosty blue-green eyes would die away. She let her mind drift back to what started this mess; she had to go to the core of the torture.
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Today was another day for Woody, called his mom, this time when she tried to nag him about not having a girlfriend, he was proud to inform her about his latest catch. Jordan Cavanaugh, his blossoming rose in the desert, sure he liked Boston, it was cold, and he got homesick sometimes but Jordan was worth all the patience and persistence, all the hoping and praying that she'd come around.
When he lived in Kewaunee, he had always felt he needed something more, like a parasite needs a host, dreams need dreamers, which he had always been. He dreamed of making a life for himself, nothing glamorous, just something to call his. Then when he transferred to Boston, it was the perfect opportunity, get away from the awkwardness of living in a small town, especially after the blow out with Annie, and in Kewaunee, there were no secrets.
He pulled out a legal pad, trying to focus on his work, a Homicide detective, not all it's cracked up to be, but he did enjoy the field work. The people he worked with were terrific, his own family away from family, and then there was Jordan. First they were nothing more than Co-workers, then friends, then best friends. Spending almost all of their outside time together, at the Pouge, at each others houses, going to movies. Then she decided to take the next step, what he had been hoping for. Rain dripped along the window, slowly winding its way down the pane, like tears falling from heaven.
As he was about to right a note to his beloved Jordan on the neon yellow paper, his cell phone rang. Damned thing, always interrupting him at the moments he wanted to be alone.
"Hoyt." He said groggily,
"Homicide on 28th and Charles, get down here quick, it's a cop." The other voice said, then on an after note asked "Dear god Hoyt, are you still at the office, its two thirty in the morning?!" Woody had to laugh at this, since this whole Malden thing had happened he hadn't been sleeping well, it started with dreams, that when he busted down that red door that led to Jordan's apartment. It was her, crimson soaking her coffee colored hair in thick clumps, and staining her colorless skin, her father standing over her, gun limp in his hand, confusion and agony clear on his face. Then, he would awake, all sweaty and riddled with anxiety. With a sigh he picked up his car keys from the corner of his desk in which they rested, maybe Jordan was there, seeing her would reassure him the dream was not reality.
Note: R&R but be gentle, should I continue?
Title: Absolution
Chapter 1: Tears falling from heaven
It wasn't suppose to be like this, this wasn't the fairy tale ending she had fantasized about as a little girl, laying on her four post bed, sunlight gathering in pools on the baby blue bed spread, The happy ending that every little girl dreams about.
Blood drenched down her green dress, it dried in her chocolate hair, her hands shook as she stared numbly into the wall, she wanted it to go away, disappear in the night as quickly as humanly possible. She fell to the ground, legs curled under her, tears staining her pale face and damping her chin. The cold linoleum floor felt offhand on her bare legs, as she tried to focus on her bare feet, toenails all painted up lavender. Her hair was falling out of the simple bun that she had arranged for their special night, the night she would remember forever.
He was protecting her from the world, sheltering her from the storm; he was the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel, the expedition. Her russet eyes looked up, at the blinding white florescent lights that bordered the colorless hallway. It would have been her lying lifelessly on that table, and all knew it. She could no longer feel, she couldn't feel the sting in the bitter wind, nor the heat of the midday sun.
Where was god now, Where were her angels, where was her hope now that her hero was gone. Who was going to bring her out of this hell that was swallowing her every thought and made her breath short and leaden. Outside the wind howled, screaming its challenge to the sky. She rocked back and forth, willing herself the control not to be sick in front of all these people, all these total strangers, doctors and nurses. She was quiet, deathly quiet, like the woods after a storm, no one spoke, no one moved. She wanted someone to be here, to hold her and tell her all would be fine, until now, that someone was him. She wanted to forget the last four years, make him fade from her memory, if she did, the pain would seize and her body would calm, and the terrified look locked into his frosty blue-green eyes would die away. She let her mind drift back to what started this mess; she had to go to the core of the torture.
===============================================================
Today was another day for Woody, called his mom, this time when she tried to nag him about not having a girlfriend, he was proud to inform her about his latest catch. Jordan Cavanaugh, his blossoming rose in the desert, sure he liked Boston, it was cold, and he got homesick sometimes but Jordan was worth all the patience and persistence, all the hoping and praying that she'd come around.
When he lived in Kewaunee, he had always felt he needed something more, like a parasite needs a host, dreams need dreamers, which he had always been. He dreamed of making a life for himself, nothing glamorous, just something to call his. Then when he transferred to Boston, it was the perfect opportunity, get away from the awkwardness of living in a small town, especially after the blow out with Annie, and in Kewaunee, there were no secrets.
He pulled out a legal pad, trying to focus on his work, a Homicide detective, not all it's cracked up to be, but he did enjoy the field work. The people he worked with were terrific, his own family away from family, and then there was Jordan. First they were nothing more than Co-workers, then friends, then best friends. Spending almost all of their outside time together, at the Pouge, at each others houses, going to movies. Then she decided to take the next step, what he had been hoping for. Rain dripped along the window, slowly winding its way down the pane, like tears falling from heaven.
As he was about to right a note to his beloved Jordan on the neon yellow paper, his cell phone rang. Damned thing, always interrupting him at the moments he wanted to be alone.
"Hoyt." He said groggily,
"Homicide on 28th and Charles, get down here quick, it's a cop." The other voice said, then on an after note asked "Dear god Hoyt, are you still at the office, its two thirty in the morning?!" Woody had to laugh at this, since this whole Malden thing had happened he hadn't been sleeping well, it started with dreams, that when he busted down that red door that led to Jordan's apartment. It was her, crimson soaking her coffee colored hair in thick clumps, and staining her colorless skin, her father standing over her, gun limp in his hand, confusion and agony clear on his face. Then, he would awake, all sweaty and riddled with anxiety. With a sigh he picked up his car keys from the corner of his desk in which they rested, maybe Jordan was there, seeing her would reassure him the dream was not reality.
Note: R&R but be gentle, should I continue?