Chapter 9
Jim's point of view
I made yet another mistake with Staci. I'm definitely bad at this. It's not like I can call Johnny and Sherlock again. At that moment Stacy came in the door, she was crying.
"Stacy are you okay?" I asked.
"No, and I don't want to talk about it," she said.
This didn't seem like the girl I had met at the store, but it didn't surprise me. I knew there was something wrong with her.
"His Progresso soup okay with you for dinner?"
It took me a few minutes, but I realized she was asking me a question. I then walked into the kitchen, to forget the food for a moment.
"Tell me what's wrong." I said.
"There's this guy at work I like, but this other girl like him to and she always calls me a dweeb."
"I heard something was wrong today. He chose her over you did any?"
Then she turns to me and starts to cry. I knew what she was going through because I went through something similar with Sherlock. I take your hand and Weaver into the living room and we both sit down. I have seen people cry before but that was when I was putting bombs on them to play games with Sherlock. This was different areas
"Before we before we begin our lesson tonight let's get some stuff out of the way. Let's dry your eyes first." I said. They take out a tissue and writer eyes.
"No, you never asked me why I write stories about bad guys," she said.
"I have already deduced the reason you do it is because sometimes you feel the pain of what they are going through, because you have went through it to and it's nothing to be ashamed of," I said.
"Yes it is. You may not think it is, but it is for me."
"Really my dear, and why is that?" I asked her.
"It seems like people hate my stories. I know the stuff I do isn't very normal. But, and him I like supernatural stuff."
"Hmm, well let's right now just try to calm down," I say, as I put my hands on her shoulders.
"Ok," she said.
"Maybe tonight is not the best time to start," I say.
"No I want to get started now."
Well, now I could see she was eager.
"Well I think we should eat dinner first, before we start. Don't you think?" I asked.
"I will get the soup started," she said.
"I'll do it."
"No I got it, I cook for myself all the time," she said.
