Okay, so…as you can tell I'm going to screw with yall's heads and throw a bunch of twists in here! (:
Whoo! Im writing this while Flashpoint's on (: Yay. Remote Control—ADIOS DONNA!
Enjoy.
Another ring blared through the phone. Jules stood outside the hospital in the dark, as she had to go outside to get signal.
"Hey Mom! We were just about to call, what's up?" Alexis said in a happy tone.
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Jules sighed, "Hey sweetie, is your sister there?"
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"Sure—Hold on—We're unpacking—Here—Here she is."
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"Thanks, hey Jessica."
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"Hey Mom, how are you feeling?"
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Jules took a deep breath, "Fine, Um—Jessica—Sam—."
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Jessica sat down as she felt some kind of big news coming on. "What's wrong?"
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"Sweetie—Sam was in a car accident earlier."
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"Oh my gosh! Mom! What—Do we—We're coming home."
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"No—No you girls stay there—He's in ICU, pretty banged up—but he's stable and he woke up. I just wanted to tell you girls."
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Jessica sighed, "Mom—But—Fine."
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"Okay, you two be really safe. I'll check up on you before I go to bed."
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"Okay—we love you."
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"I love you too, bye."
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Jules stood for a moment as a cooler fall breeze came through. It was already October. The months she had already had Alexis and Jessica flew by, and before she knew it she was married and pregnant with her first child. She made her way back inside and went back up to the 5th floor ICU.
"Hey Sammy." She whispered as she looked into the room and saw him lying in dozing off.
He reached out slowly for her to take his hand, "Go home." He whispered as she came close to him.
She shook her head, "No—No way am I leaving you. I'm staying here."
"Go—You need to be at home where you can get some rest." He pleaded, placing his hand on her abdomen.
"No Sam—You stayed with me—I stay with you."
"Jules, you aren't even allowed to be here past eight—go."
She sighed as she looked at the sign out in the hallway with ICU visitor hours, "But Sam—." A tear rolled down her cheek.
He sat up easily, wrapping his arm around her, "You go home—get some rest—our little girl needs it."
Jules smiled as she wiped a tear from her eye, "I love you." She whispered, kissing his cheek gently.
"I love you too—And you too." He said, kissing Jules gently, then placing his hand back on her belly. "Drive safely." He chuckled as she grabbed her bag. She giggled, "I will." And left the room as she wiped her tears. She didn't want to leave, she wanted to be with him.
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On the way home she decided to call Greg, "Hey Boss." She said blankly as he answered the phone.
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"Jules—Jules, how is he!?"
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"So you heard."
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"Yes, its all over the news—I wanted to call, but I didn't want to interrupt anything. So, is he okay?"
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"Yeah—He took some time waking up, but he's good—In a lot of pain though."
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"Well—at least he's okay. It's really good hearing from you Jules—it was a rough day today."
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"Sam told me—I'm really sorry. I wish things could have gone better."
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"Me too, well I'll let you get back to whatever you're doing. Bye Jules."
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"Bye Sarge."
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Her gas light flashed, signaling she was running low.
She pulled into the gas station as the sky grew darker. Jules unhooked the gas pump and waited, listening to the quick rush of fuel from the pump to the tank.
"Hey." A voice called out.
She turned quickly, "What—What do you want?"
"She left me because of you."
It was Scott.
"What did you do, rape her while she was pregnant?" Jules looked down to the gas pump, trying to make him go away. He walked towards her, placing his hand on her shoulder. She shook his hand off, stepping back.
"I didn't rape anyone—you asked for it."
"Scott just go away."
He all of a sudden came onto her, following after her as she beat his hands away from her. "Scott—Just leave me alone!" He continued to smack at her, slapping her face and shoulders.
"No bitch! You made her leave me by telling her I was a bad person or something!" He yelled, slapping her across the face with a good swing. He wrapped his hands around her neck, almost strangling her to death.
"Dammit—Just—Stop!" Jules kicked at him, wrapping one arm against her stomach to protect it from getting hit. All of a sudden she heard a man screaming, a police officer was coming towards them. Scott jerked away, putting his hands in the air.
"On the ground!" The officer shouted with his gun raised.
Jules stood frightened and in tears, she was shaking from head to toe as Scott dropped to the ground with a police officer's foot on his back. He handcuffed him and threw him into his police car with another officer.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" The officer came back over to her. Jules nodded slightly, she reached up to wipe her tears and brought blood back with her hand.
"Maybe we should call an ambulance." He said, opening her car door to give her somewhere to sit.
She shook her head, "No—No I'm good—I'm an SRU officer, I can take it."
"You sure? I can have an officer drive you home, or we can call someone if you like."
She shook her head once more.
"You're pregnant, would you like to go to the hospital?"
"No—I'm fine!"
The man nodded and handed her his card, "You call if you get to driving and you change your mind."
She smiled and nodded, wiping the blood from her face.
"Here—Let's at least fix that." He told her, pulling a bandage from the first aid kit the other officer brought over. She nodded as he fixed the wound. "You call if you need any help." He repeated as he watched her drive off.
The whole way home she shook with anger, fear, pain, and everything in-between. How was she going to tell Sam what happened? She wasn't—but he would notice a bruise and bloody mark on her face. She contemplated for the whole ride home and once she went inside she realized she was going to be all alone.
She forgot about calling Alexis and Jessica and figured they would be busy anyways. She changed quickly and climbed into bed to get the well deserved rest she earned from carrying all the extra weight around.
Too bad she had no idea for what was in store once she closed her eyes.
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"Please Scott—Please, just stop." She begged as he pushed her onto his bed.
"Dammit—Shut up." He yelled, slapping her across the face. All she wanted was one of her "brothers" from the team to come kill him. That's right—Kill him. She hated that son of a bitch more than anyone in the world.
She took a deep breath as he kissed her again, holding her neck tightly as he did so. He strangled her for no reason, placing his knee on her stomach so there was no way she could talk anymore—much less fight back.
Nothing with him was ever romantic—It was what Scott liked, him being in control and leaving her helpless.
She shook furiously as he would punch her and beat the life out of her—while he kissed her. It was like he just wanted her to feel like he was in control of her life.
Jules was sure he was sleeping with other women, or well—putting them in the same position as her. He fell asleep at her place one time after all the fun and games and she found different girls addresses in his phone when she had gotten up to wipe the blood from her neck and get ice for the bruises.
She couldn't break up with him—she just couldn't. The day she finally did he just made sure she had one last thing to remember him by, and that was when she took a pregnancy test—and it was positive and she went to the hospital the same day only to find out that it was a false pregnancy. She was a lucky one. The last thing she needed was a reason for him to stay in her life.
"Don't act like you don't love me, bitch." Scott yelled smacking his hand across her face once more.
The impact she felt emotionally woke her up, shaking and screaming in the dark room. She sat up and wiped the tears from her eyes, feeling a tense pain as she moved. In her sleep she had rolled over onto her side, putting pressure on the baby. She slid her legs to the edge of the bed and climbed out—she couldn't be alone anymore.
Jules changed quickly and grabbed a coat on her way to the door. Glancing at the clock she realized it was already 3am. She continued on her rampage to her car.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she threw her bag into the passenger seat, along with a gun she felt she needed to have with her after the day of luck she had.
There was no traffic. She sped through the streets, and slammed on breaks at a sudden feeling of being overwhelmed. She smacked her hands against the steering wheel, bringing them up to cover her face as she bawled her eyes out at a stoplight.
When she pulled herself together she pulled into the hospital parking lot and ran into the hospital with tears pouring down her face as she got on the elevator.
She was alone… again. She couldn't take it. Only a few more seconds until, Ding, She was finally within yards, now feet from him.
"Ma'am you can't—." A male nurse called out. She kept walking. "Ma'am!" He yelled.
She could hardly see the numbers on the rooms as her eyes fogged up from all the tears, but she could remember exactly where his room was.
"Jules?" A voice called out to her. Sam was sitting wide-awake in bed as he saw her appear in the doorway.
She broke down, sobbing right in front of him as his face dropped. "Jules, Sweetie—what happened?" He reached out for her. She dropped her bag in the middle of the floor and ran over to him, burying her face against his neck. The room was dark and he couldn't see the fact that she had red marks all around her neck, and a bruise the size of an apple on her forehead, along with a huge cut. She never replied.
"Ma'—." The nurse who yelled at her in the hallway ran after her, and found her against Sam's bed with her face buried in the pillow. Sam shook his head telling the man to go away.
"Jules—What—Happened?" Sam hesitated, pushing her shoulder back so that he could see her face. He gasped as she closed her eyes while he saw the marks on her. "Jules—you tell me what happened to you right now, before I get a nurse to take you down to the emergency room."
She stood silently, biting her lip as a single tear fell.
"Who—."
"I needed to see you." She whispered, closing her eyes even tighter.
Sam tightened his fists, "I'm—I'm going to kill him, who did this?"
She shook her head, "I was—I was at the gas station and he came up to me and he started hitting me, but then a police officer saw him and arrested him."
"Who?!"
She looked at him, trying to get him to say it for her.
"Scott's back." She whispered.
"Jules—Oh my—Come here." Sam wrapped his better arm around her as she climbed onto the edge of the bed. He placed his hand on her abdomen, "You need to see a doctor—He could have hurt you."
"No—I'm fine—I just needed to be with you." She whispered, sniffling back her tears as she felt him scoot over, then signal for her to lay down beside him. She did so, hoping she wouldn't hurt him as she buried her face over his shoulder, crying her eyes out.
I know…I know… I'm just plain MEAN (: Oh well…
HAPPY FLASHPOINT DAY YALL!!!!!!!!
-May your Flashpoint Day be filled with many, many episodes, and Sammy-goodness!!! (: