Disclaimer: I don't own the original characters....I actually have no clue who does anymore....oh well. Life's tough, Get a helmet. I do own Brad Javenson and Chelsea, because....well...they are my brain children.
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Wow. Thanks for the reviews....and I'm sorry I couldn't post until today. The site wouldn't let me on. :\ Oh well....nothing much I can ramble on about, so here's the story.
In Your Darkest Hour
Ch. 3
She jerked her arm back. "I just ran into the door yesterday." She growled angrily.
"And it made that bruise?" he said questioningly.
"Yes! What is this, Barringer? 20 questions? It's just a bruise. You act like I was almost killed or something."
Scott disregarded that comment. "Shelby, is Brad hurting you?" he asked with an accusing tone.
"No! Scot would you stop it already? Brad is a good man. He works hard and he loves me and Chelsea. I don't need you coming in here and accusing my husband of something he's not guilty of! You have no right!"
"Would you lie to me?" he pressured
"NO!" she yelled. "See, this is just how it is! How it's always been!"
"What is?" he said, remaining calm.
"You won't listen unless you get the answer that you want to hear!"
"Well, I wouldn't have to be so persistent if you would tell me the truth for once!" he sad starting to get angry. He was just trying to help.
"This is the truth!" she screamed.
"See, there's another lie."
"Oh, right....and there YOU go again with the smart remarks just because everything didn't go as planned. I didn't say what was on the cue cards, oh sorry Scott, let's start over!" She said sarcastically.
"Oh my GOD!" he said and raised his hands to his face quickly in exasperation. She turned her face to the side and shut her eyes tightly as if waiting for a blow to her face. He looked at her.
"You're lying. He is hurting you." She opened her eyes and looked at him. She raised an eyebrow. "You turned your face away and shut your yes like I was gonna hit you. I'm not gonna his you, Shelby."
"I was doing no such thing. No one in this family hits, Scott! Get that through your thick head!" she shook his head.
"I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can have lunch?" he said, giving up on her for the time being.
"Maybe." She said. He handed her a piece of paper that had his hotel room and number. He had also written down his home phone and address as well as his work and cell phones so she could reach him at any time that she needed to.
"Look, Shelby...if you need me to keep you from 'running into doors' give me a call. I'll come take the bastard off it's hinges for you." He offered.
"Thanks, but I can take care of myself." She said angrily and ushered him out.
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do u want more? Of course you do.
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Scott went to his hotel room angry at the world. First off, he wasn't with Shelby....which was enough to make him suicidal as it was. To add onto that, she was married to man he was sure was abusing her. She denied it of course. He didn't really expect her to admit it and fall into his arms crying and begging him to get her and Chelsea somewhere safe. That was the other problem. Chelsea. She had gone and had a baby with him. And right after Scott left. Which led him to believe that she had either been cheating on him or had gotten pregnant in the same month that he left which would have been very disturbing.
Scott shook his head and went into the bathroom, flipped the light on and looked at his reflection on the mirror. He looked beat and decided to go to bed.
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Shelby went into Chelsea's room and picked her up. She went to the rocker and fed her, burped her and then put her back down for the night. When she left the nursery, the phone rang. She scurried to the kitchen and picked it up.
"Javenson residence." She said into the phone.
"It's me." Brad's deep voice said. "I'm gonna be home tomorrow at 4:30, so make sure you're ready for me."
"Yes, sir." She said obediently.
"I want dinner at 5. I want turkey, mashed potatoes, peas, gravy....and make some of those cookies with the filling. And I want it all hot." He commanded
"But...Brad....a turkey will take all day, there's no way I can keep everything h-"
"Look, I work all day and all I'm asking for is a little meal. I take good care of you and the kid. Now am I gonna get what I want or am I gonna have to teach you a lesson you've learned before?"
"No...I'll do it." She surrendered.
"That's my little woman. Also, I want the house completely clean, I want the laundry done and folded, dishes done, and pick up my suit from the dry cleaner's." he listed.
"Yes, sir."
"That's my girl. See you tomorrow." He said and hung up. She hung up slowly. How was she supposed to get all that done in one day? There was no ay in the world she could manage all that plus the baby. Tears started falling down. She calmed herself. She could do it, she had before. She went to the bathroom and looked up at her reflection.
"Oh, Shelby. Look at you." She said to herself. Her eyes were heavy and dark and she looked 10 years older than she was. "You gotta
get outta this. Chelsea can't grow up seeing you this way." She said. She ran a hand over her cheek. She turned the light off and went to bed.
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OKAY wellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll that's um....it. If I get 10....I'll post the next one.
COMING NEXT CHAPTER: Scott tries to convince Shelby to leave. If she doesn't...the consequences are violent. Also..you'll find out who Chelsea's daddy is, although I'm sure some of you know by now. PLEASE REVIEW.