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"Sweetheart, what happened to you!?" Sandy cries as George lies their wounded daughter down onto one of the sofas. The look of mortification that has crossed the woman's face is enough to make one believe that she has seen a ghost. "Oh my gosh dear, look at you! What happened?!"
JJ groans as she shifts a little and a sharp pain is sent springing up her midsection. "Alex beat the crap out of me, that's what happened." She states bitterly before she moans once again.
George and Sandy exchange a look before George nods his head, recognizing the look from his wife that says they are going to have a discussion about this later. He leaves the two women in the family room before he makes his way up the stairs to stay out of their way.
Sandy sighs heavily and shakes her head before she disappears into the kitchen and then quickly returns carrying a first aid kit. She sets the kit down and sits down on the coffee table before she begins to carefully examine and tend to her daughter's wounds. "Honey, what happened…" she says quietly and sympathetically once again.
"I already told you what happened. Alex did this." Jennifer answers spitefully as she forces her self to stare at the ceiling.
"Why would she do this to you?"
"Hell if I know! I was just minding my own business when she came up and decided she was going to punch me in the face then after that she just started beating me. She didn't even say anything! She just came up to me and attacked me for no reason whatsoever."
"You poor thing." Sandy says as she clicks her tongue and sighs once more. "Your father is going to have a have a very serious talk with her. I just can't understand what's going on with your sister. I have always known that she has a temper, she's a Cabot, but not once did I ever think that she would be violent over any cause. Sadly, I fear that trait is some of her father in her."
JJ frowns a little and glances up at her mother. "What happened to her dad? I don't think that I've ever heard that story."
Sandra pauses her movements before she realizes that it's going to have to be told at some point. She goes to look for more cleansing swabs before she continues on. "It's not something that I am that keen on talking about, but as my daughter, you do have a right to know. Before you were born, and before I met your father, I was married to a man named Peter. I was pregnant with Alexandra when I married him even though I morally knew that I shouldn't have, but I was having his baby, its what made sense right? Anyway, Peter did have quite a temper but I thought nothing of it. As our marriage progressed, he began drinking excessively which only seemed to make his temper worsen. He…he would hit me on several occasions and more often than not I found myself afraid of him. But I was too afraid too leave him and I lied to myself and told myself that things would get better. They had to, for my baby. When Alex was around six months old, Peter came home drunk and yelling about how he lost his job and how it was all my fault that he did. That it was because of me and our child that he lost his job. He was so angry that night it was terrifying. He forced us out of our home and into the car with him. I barely had time to strap Alexandra into her car seat before he shoved me into the front seat and sped off. For fifteen minutes he drove like a madman, screaming and yelling about how I was all to blame for his faults. He was swerving something terrible and I begged him, I pleaded for him to stop to let us out of the car, but he wouldn't listen. The look in his eyes was wild as he turned to me and told me what he was doing. He said that he was done with everything and he was going to take us with him to hell for being the ones keeping him down. As he drove, he pressed down on the gas and began to drift over into oncoming traffic. I remember everything slowed down to a snails pace and my heart was pounding in my ears as I saw the oncoming head on collision. The crash was horrendous and it should have killed everyone, but the only one who suffered a fatality was Peter. When I opened my eyes after the crash, I was him lying against the steering wheel with his wild eyes staring into nothing but the hell that he had entered. The hell that he had wanted to take us to. My arm was broken, but I didn't care because all I was worried about was if my baby survived or not. If a grown man couldn't survive a crash, how could a six month old infant? But some how through miracle, she did. Her car seat was tipped over and she was screaming her lungs out, but when the paramedics checked us out, they told me the most that she had were tiny scrapes to her arms and minimal bruises. The accident had scared her more than anything else and I couldn't have been more thankful. She was far too young to even remember the accident and that is something I am also thankful for because I know that means she doesn't remember the horrible monster I was married to. But sometimes I just…I look at her…and I see his face. Sometimes, I'm scared to think that she could have inherited too much of him because when she's angry she…she looks too much like him. I love her so much, and she has gotten too far in life to let her temper get the best of her like this. I don't want her to become like her father. I couldn't handle that."
JJ remains silent as her mother goes back to leaning the blood off of her wounds. She winces and shifts uncomfortably when she takes a deep breath and there is a pain in her midsection once again. She hisses and swears when her mother applies peroxide to her wounds, inducing a harsh stinging. "Shit Mom! What is that!"
"Language." Sandy scolds lightly before she holds the younger blonde down on the couch. "Now hold still. You always were such a child whenever I would have to do this. Always come inside with a skinned knee or a scraped elbow and you wouldn't shed a tear, but I break out the peroxide and you cry like a baby."
Casey enters the living room in utter confusion when she sees Sandra sitting on the coffee table hovering over what looks to be a wildly squirming JJ who is situated on the couch.
"Jennifer, stop moving!": Sandy says harshly and tersely.
"But Mooooom, it huuuurts." JJ whines as she forces her body to keep still on the couch.
"What's going on?" Casey asks before she sees her fiancée and a look of horror crosses her face. "Oh my god, what happened?!"
"My sister is an asshole…that's what happened." JJ grumbles as her mother finally finishes the dreaded peroxide torture.
"Language." Sandra says tersely once more before she goes about placing bandages over JJ's freshly cleansed wounds.
Casey's eyes widen in alarm and she feels her heart drop down to her shoes. "W-what? What do you mean?"
"Alex came out of no where and attacked me for no reason."
"Sh-she didn't…" Casey says out loud to her self than to anyone else.
"Yeah, she did. But it doesn't matter, I'll be alright." JJ responds with a smile before she flinches when she is suddenly swabbed with more peroxide. "OW!"
Sandy clicks her tongue and shakes her head. "Big bad FBI agent afraid of a little antibacterial…" she murmurs humorously.
Casey however is still rendered completely speechless and she can't help but feel like all of this is all her fault. "Baby, I am so, so sorry. Is there anything you need me to do?"
"No sweetie, but thanks though. I can always count on you to be there for me right?"
"Y-yeah…always…"
Later That Day
"You're a good girl aren't you?" Alex says to Allegra as she rests her forehead against her horse as she continues to run the brush over her mane. "You have it easy as a horse you know? You don't have to go through all the stupid emotions that we go through and how we go through them all the time. Then when you do something, you probably don't have any guilty conscience about it or anything. Plus you can just gallop through the fields without a care in the world. It sounds like paradise."
"You got a minute?"
Alex is partly startled by her father's calm voice but she doesn't let it show on her face that he caught her off guard. "Do I have a choice…" she asks sarcastically as she turns towards her dad who is now entering the stable.
George wears a soft facial expression as he enters the stables where he found his daughter tending to her horse. "Alex, I think we need to have a talk." He begins softly, now wearing a gentle expression of confusion. "What's going on with you? What's this thing about you beating up your sister?"
"She deserved it." Alex replies lowly as she clenches her fists. "Maybe I did let me anger get the best of me and maybe I shouldn't have done what I did, but she deserved it. She deserved more than I gave her but I was feeling pretty generous at the moment."
"Alexandra you can't…you can't do that. She's your sister, you can't just take your anger with her up by fighting and violence. It isn't right." George replies with a disapproving shake of his head."
Alex rolls her eyes and turns her harsh gaze away from her father. "You don't understand Dad…"
"Help me understand Alex. Your mother and I would really like an explanation on why you did what you did. Please help me understand."
"I just…I got so angry at her because of the way she's treating Casey. It's not fair that Jen has a really great woman in her life and she treats her like the way she does. Casey talks to me, Dad. She told me that she feels like she's in a loveless relationship and that she feels like Jennifer doesn't look at her with love anymore. She says that when Jen looks at her, IF she looks at her, she feels like it's only with lust, not the love she deserves. When Jennifer won't look at her, she feels disgusting and she feels like she's doing something wrong. I love my sister to death, I swear I do, but she has no idea how to treat a good woman and she has no idea how much she's ruining Casey. It just isn't fair that she has such a good woman in her life, who has loved her, who has put up with all of her crap, who has stayed up at night waiting for her to get home from work, who has gone through neglect, forgotten dates, who has stood by her through everything, and she still doesn't give anything back. She doesn't understand what she has and it pisses me off. She just…she just doesn't care Dad!"
George nods his head soberly as he can feel Alex's temper begin to radiate off in waves. "I can understand how that would be upsetting, but don't you think this is between the two of them? Why are you letting it get to you like this?"
"It's getting to me like this because I'm in love with her Dad!" Alex shouts, succeeding in startling several of the horses out of their stupors. "I'm in love with Casey…and I just…I hate seeing her hurting like this. It hurts me to see her hurting and she's just taking it and letting it happen. It's just not fair. She knows I have feelings for her but she doesn't…she doesn't know I'm in love with her. How can I tell her that when she's going to be marrying my sister? I just…I couldn't deal with it anymore. I've seen Casey cry far too many times because of her and that's just in the amount of time that they've been here. How am I supposed to deal with that?"
JJ frowns deeply as she lingers just outside of the stable where she can hear Alex and their father having a conversation. A plethora of emotion swells within her and she finds her self having to clench her fists just to give her self something else to focus on.
Finally, she has heard enough and she just can't listen anymore. She turns away from the stable and quickly storms off towards the guest house making sure that she is as calm as possible before she enters. "Casey? Babe, are you in here?"
"I'm in the bedroom." Casey calls back from where sounds like the bedroom.
JJ quickly enters the bedroom and takes the redhead by surprise by pulling her into a kiss. "Let's get married." she says quickly when they break away from the kiss.
Casey's confusion flashes across her faces as her mouth falls open but she has no idea of what she wants to say. "W-what? What do you mean? I mean, we are getting married…right?"
"No, I mean, let's get married here. Sooner." JJ responds enthusiastically. "Let's get married right here. We can call up all of our friends, it doesn't have to be any big wedding or anything, it can just be cozy, intimate and just friends and family. What do you say?"
"I-I don't know Jennifer, it's all so sudden and I just…"
"C'mon, it'll be great. You can invite Kim and Abbie and all of your family and whoever else you want to invite. It's your wedding too. I just…I want to marry you. I don't want to wait any longer. I want to be with you. I want to spend my life with you. I want us to start really thinking about our future. Don't you want that?"
"I do but…"
"But what? Let's get married Casey."
Casey's thoughts are scrambled all over place and with out thinking, she finds her self shakily nodding her head. "O-okay. We can…we'll get married." she manages to get out before a nervous yet convincing smile comes across her face. When she feels lip pressed against her own once again and hands begin to roam, she allows her mind to wander elsewhere, contemplating the consequences of the decision she has just made.
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