Part 12
I unlocked the door to my house and set my keys in the bowl that occupied the entry way.
My mind flashed back to that fateful night when I discovered a whole new side to my now ex-boyfriend.
Since then he had been arrested and sentenced to a long time in prison. I froze from the memories.
I could never tell how long I stood there. Ever since the flashbacks stated, I would freeze and not move until something snapped me out of my poisonous memories.
"Lana is that you?" I shook my head to rid myself of the hauntingly vivid recollections, but I was still stuck in the past.
Dick appeared in the kitchen doorway, wiping his hands on a towel he had slung over his shoulder. His brown knitted in concern when I hadn't answered. I struggled to regain composure, but he wasn't buying it. He came over and held my wrist. Physical contact was exactly what I needed to finally pull me out of my daze.
"Are you okay? He asked. I slapped on a smile and nodded. I brushed past him and made my way into the kitchen looking to acquire a glass of grape juice. He followed me in.
"I know you're not okay. Don't pretend like you are." I couldn't look at him. He could always tell when something was off. "I know you too well Lana, you can't hide this from me." I still refused to look at him. He sighed and wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind. "You went through something traumatic, I know that. You need to talk about it. Keeping something like this bottled up, isn't going to help anyone. The team has been asking about you. M'gaan is afraid you're going to jump off a bridge."
I let a small smile slip. "You know bridges aren't my thing. I would never go out like that. Slit wrists, on the other hand, are another story." I shook my head. "We shouldn't be joking about suicide; it's not a joking matter. People out there take their lives every day and I'm standing here treating it lightly. Now I feel terrible."
I pressed my hand against his. We stood there like that for a few moments. "I don't really know what advice I can give to you," Dick said softly. "What I do know is that keeping this stuff in is going to drive you insane. Please talk to me."
I pressed my lips together, trying to keep in the sobs that were threatening to come out. I held Dick's hand tighter. "I just felt so helpless. I feel like I can't breathe when I think about it. I couldn't stop him from pinning me to the wall, or undressing me. What if it happens again? What will I do?"
Dick slid his thumb across the back of my hand. "I can teach you how to defend yourself. You already know a ton of the stuff I do from gymnastics, all I need to do is teach you the fighting side of it. The rest of the team would love to help as well. We can set up some lessons." He squeezed me a little tighter. "We're all here for you Lana; you don't have to be afraid."
I wanted to cry at the pure intentions radiating off of the amazing man holding me. I had never thought someone would care for me this much. As I was thinking this, a memory from last summer wormed its way into my thoughts.
I lit the grill while M'gaan got the hamburgers and hot dogs. I placed my hand over the grate of the grill to feel the temperature.
"I still think you two would be perfect together." I sighed internally.
"You're entitled to think what you want," I replied.
"It's just that he talks about you all the time. Lana and I did this, Lana said that. Just so you know, your name is probably his favorite word." M'gaan placed the meat on the grill with her telekinesis.
I don't know why I had thought of this just now, but now that it was there, the memory was stuck. Maybe M'gaan was onto something, or maybe I was being crazy, but it got me thinking.
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Author's Note: So I know it's short, but it's been so long since I've updated that I felt the need to give you something. I have a few pre-written stuff coming soon, but for now I still have to write it as I go along.
I have decided on a ship name! (drum roll) Crazybird! Special thanks to SilverTiger, and Batmanismyhero for the suggestion.
Question of the Day: Arrow or Flash? Personally I'm conflicted. I would say Flash because Grant Gustin, I mean honestly. Also I'm caught up on Flash and I'm still on the third episode of the first season of Arrow. On the other hand Arrow has Speedy (though I don't think he's called that), Black Canary on top of Green Arrow. It's like getting smacked in the face with superheroes. All in all, I still have to say Flash, because Grant Gustin. Thank you.
Finally (this author's note is almost as long as the chapter and I really hate when author's do that) review, because I still take suggestions as to what should happen to Lana and Dick next, that will lead up to my pre-written chapters.
I love you all, have a nice day!
