Title: Hustle and Flow (7?)
Author: Maaike
Pairing: C/S, S/OC
Disclaimers: See chapter 1.
A/N: Thanks to Emma! And I would also like to thank everyone for their reviews! It really encourages me to write more. I'm still fairly new to the whole fanfic writing, I'm glad you guys like it! And to set things straight, I'm a girl ;)
Shit. Goddammit. Motherfucker.
Sara is dating someone. And that someone is not me.
Suddenly Lindsey starts to cry. I probably upset her with my reaction. I gather my angel into my arms and whisper soothing words to her.
"I'm a bad person mom," she mumbles in between sobs.
I gently rock Lindsey back and forth.
"You're not a bad person, sweetie," I assure her, kissing the top of her head.
"I am. Sara is going to be so disappointed in me," she says before another fit of tears are rolling down her cheeks and on my shirt.
Damn Sara for making Lindsey keep this a secret. Of course she was going to tell me, for a child like her this is huge. Damn Sara for dating Christine Turner.
Lindsey's crying has subsided and she is almost falling asleep in my arms. Times like this make my heart swell, I love my little angel. I quickly walk upstairs to take Lindsey to bed. Today was a big day for her, she must be exhausted.
I plop down on the couch with a bottle of wine. I was going to the kitchen for just a glass of wine, but considering the situation, I might need the whole bottle. I thought that Sara would come back for more once she got her crush on me out of her system, but she is bedding some other woman instead of me.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I do want more from her than a good roll in the hay. A really good roll in the hay. I fill my glass again and empty it in about the same time. I need to talk to Sara. I only have to figure out what I'm going to say to her.
After I've finished the whole bottle of wine I decide to call Sara. I have to talk to her and it can't wait until tomorrow. I dial the number that has become very familiar. I hardly have to think about it. My finger just moves over the keypad as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
Normally Sara picks up after two rings, but now it takes longer. After the seventh ring, she finally picks up.
"Sidle," she answers with a raspy voice.
Shit, she is probably with Christine. I didn't think about that.
"Hey it's me". Smooth, Cath. Very smooth.
"Erm Cath, now is kinda not a good time," she says. Her voice sounds hoarse.
"You're fucking someone else, aren't you?" Dammit, Cath! It's out before I realize it.
"Cath, please," Sara pleads.
"Don't "please" me, Sidle! I heard all about it!" I shout into the phone.
"It's not what you think," she says. She almost sounds scared.
"Lindsey told me, Sara. Did you really think she was going to be able to keep such a big secret? She is just a little girl!" I shout as if I have to cover the whole distance between us with just my voice.
"Cath," she says again. "Hang on."
I can hear her discussing with someone even though she has put her hand on the phone. A woman. It's probably that damn Christine Turner. I hear noises and suddenly she is back on the phone again.
"Fuck you Catherine," she sounds very pissed off now.
"That is the problem here," I say, laughing on the inside at my very stupid joke.
"You're drunk, Cath," Sara almost hisses into the phone.
"Yes I am. But I'm very much aware of what I'm saying," I answer.
"I think we should talk when you are sober," Sara says calmly.
Ok, at least she doesn't sound pissed off anymore. That's a start.
"I want to talk to you now Sara," I try to sound as serious as possible. This can't wait.
Again I hear muffled speech on the phone. Sara is talking to someone.
"Look Cath, I'm kind of busy…"
Before she gets a chance to finish that sentence I'm shouting in the phone again. "You are busy fucking someone else!"
She lets out a deep sigh and hangs up. I throw my phone away and start crying. What the hell am I crying for? It's not like I'm jealous. I mean, I can have everyone I want and I don't really want Sara, do I?