January 30, 2009 9:24am
"She's been in and out of consciousness since she got here but she won't talk or eat anything." The curly haired nurse in the teal scrubs turned to the detective in a slightly annoyed manner. "We haven't been able to get a hold of any family."
"What about her fiancé?" He asked more focused swishing the coffee around in his hand rather than the broken girl lying in the bed before him.
"She has a fiancé?"
"She was supposed to be getting married in two weeks." He cleared his throat. "Rape kit?"
"She was either raped or has recently had rough sex."
"Has she had any visitors?"
"Nobody's come in to check on her or has even asked about her since she came in. She's been completely alone."
August 21, 2008 11:12pm
"Was it really worth it?" His arm was wrapped around her shoulder, fingers running through her hair in the lazy position they lay in on the couch looking at unpacked boxes sprawling across the floor of the living room.
"What?"
"The moving here. Was it worth watching the landlady molest me with her eyes just so you could have an awesomely large bathroom?"
"Yes," she said completely deadpan. "Was it worth telling Toby just to have him practically latching on to me after work?"
"Not really."
"He made Michael uncomfortable!" She looked up at him.
"Not half as much as me." He turned his head to kiss the top of hers. "I thought he was leaving."
"His ex wife wouldn't let his daughter fly on a plane to Costa Rica by herself and he wasn't going to just not see her so he didn't leave at all." He rolled his eyes.
"Of course you would know that."
"Well…I do know everything." Her words were broken up his clunky moment as he picked her up off the couch.
"Then I guess you know I don't want to talk about him anymore or ever again for that matter." The bedroom door accidentally slammed shut behind them after he kicked it since his arms were full of her.
January 30, 2009 11:08am
She turned on the side ignoring every ache in her body almost as if she was no longer attached to it. Her eyes first hit the wall in front of her. It wasn't her wall. It was too white and not cursed with the same red stains her home had acquired two days before.
"Pam? My name is Detective Johnson. I just need to ask you a few questions so we can find whoever did this to you." She could hear his voice somewhere in the distance but couldn't quite place them in her room. As she lay still in her head looking deep in to the walls the world started pulling away again like it had before. "Pam, do you know who did this to you?" She gave no response. "Is there someone we can call for you? You're fiancé?" The first tear squeezed out from behind the cold eyes for the first time.
August 22, 2008 6:23am
"Get up." Jim shook her the shoulder right lightly before pressing kissing on to it
"No." Her voice cracked from the gargling feeling in the back of her throat.
"Beesly, get up. We need to get ready for work. You have hours to spend in that big bathroom you like so much."
"Are you implying that I need to? I don't look good enough naturally so I need to go stress myself out with hours of beautification."
"There's no right answer to that is there?"
"Just let me sleep." She whined pulling away from him and out of his arms. Rolling over to what was actually meant to be her side of the bed before she realized she was more comfortable on top of him and apparently so was he. "You know, I don't know if I want to marry a human alarm clock."
"Of course you do. I'll never stop ticking for you."
"Alright! I'm getting up," she yelled. "I need to wash that line off of me." Her legs reluctantly fell to the floor before she raced to the bathroom before he could make his way in there too.
"What happened to all those baths we were supposed the take together? You know, the whole reason we got the place."
"You're corniness is making me reevaluate this relationship!" She called out through the locked door.
"You love…" He was cut off by a sharp knock on the front door. He was almost afraid to answer it seeing as how only a crazy person would bother their neighbors at six thirty in the morning. "Can I help you, sir?" he asked opening the door only a little.
"Hi. I'm your neighbor from across the hall. Jacob." He extended his arm and shook Jim's hand. "I'm sorry to bother you this early in the morning. My wife and I can hear you and your wife. I'm sorry to say this but you're being quite loud. The walls in this building aren't very thick…."
"I'm so sorry." Jim stopped him short. "I promise we'll keep it down."
"Have a good day."
"You too man." He shut the door as he heard the other one open. "Miss me already?" He called out but in a slightly quieter tone while his feet carried him to the half naked Pam in the bathroom.
"I'll forgive you just this once but…" First the bra hit the floor. She turned her back to him and slowly slid her underwear down to her ankles before kicking them off. "You need to come take care of me." He didn't bother with words. He watched her impale herself in the water as he striped off what little clothing he had on. He practically raced to the tub and started to fall on to her lips leaving her only a millisecond to let out a small giggle.
January 28, 2009 12:18pm
The first drop started on the side of her head above and next to her ear. It itched its way down her cheek until it inevitably fell to her shoulder. A cascade followed hitting her head only seconds after she turned the knob. She pulled her knees to her chest as the water seeped through her clothing and burned her skin. Small pieces of hair fell over her eyes and stuck to her face. Her eyes squeezed shut and she held her breath focusing on the lines of stings on her body while her blood rushed towards the drain.