Disclaimer: I don't own Shelby or Scott.......I do own
Chelsea and Brad Javenson. I'm not
giving you Chelsea's last name yet for a reason that most of you have already
figured out. I'm not trying to GIVE IT
AWAY OR ANYTHING :::::AHEM::::::: The
song "When she loved me" is owned by Sarah McLaughlin and it's on Toy Story
2. And I don't own TS 2 either.
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Okay...sorry this is gonna be pretty short. It's finals week. YUCKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate finals. Soooooo stressful! Well here it is. Will try to post again tomorrow, but not making any promises! My math teacher even told us that last year 67% of the people that took the finals failed!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :(
In Your Darkest Hour
Ch 4
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"Have you ever
been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your
chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess
you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for
years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any
other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of
you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or
smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages.
It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so
a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very
perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It
hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a
body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love..........." ~Rose Walker in Sandman~ Rose Walker, in Sandman: The Kindly Ones by
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Scott woke up the next morning, got dressed, and went down to the hotel lobby for breakfast. He couldn't stop thinking of Shelby and Chelsea. He hurried and ate his breakfast. It wasn't very good, but that was hotel food for you.
He went back up to his hotel room and got on the laptop. He had at lest an hour to kill before he could call Shelby. He knew she liked to sleep late. He got on his laptop using the hotel's cable line. He got on a search engine, and just to see what he could find he typed in domestic violence. It pulled up tons of sites. He clicked on some of them and found out a lot of useful information he could use to get Shelby out of there.
When somebody
loved me
Everything was
beautiful
Every hour was
spent together
Lives within my
heart
And when she was
sad
I was there to dry
her tears
And when she was
happy so was I
When she loved me
The problem he had to solve was how to give her the information without pissing her off so she would listen.
He hooked up his printer, printed some of it off, and got off the computer. Then he called Shelby. She picked up on the first ring.
"Javenson residence." She said
"Shel, it's Scott."
"Oh. Hi."
"So what about lunch?" he asked.
"I can't." she said
"Why?"
"Brad's coming home today. I just have a lot to do. That's all."
"Can I help?" he asked
"There's really not much you can do. I gotta cook....and do a lot of cleaning, and take care of Chels. I really don't have time to chat."
Through the summer
and the fall
We had each other
That was all
Just she and I
together
Like it was meant
to be
And when she was
lonely
I was there to
comfort her
And I knew that
she loved me
"Can I please help? I'll take care of Chelsea...maybe...while you do what you have to do." He begged.
"Um...I guess....if you want....but you have to leave by four." She said apprehensively.
"Why's that" he asked.
"Brad's coming home at 4:30." She said
"Well....can't I meet him?" he asked hopefully.
"NO! I mean.....no. He doesn't like it when I have people over...so....he would get mad if he saw you. He gets kinda jealous sometimes." She admitted.
"Ok." He said sadly. "I'll be over in a little while."
"Ok, see you then."
They hung up
A half an hour later, Scott rang the doorbell at Shelby's house. She opened the door and smiled. He walked in carrying his computer case.
"I brought my laptop if that's ok."
"Sure. Chelsea's laying on that blanket in the living room.' She said. He nodded and walked into the living room and picked her up.
So the years went
by
I stayed the same
But she began to
drift away
I was left alone
Instead I waited
for the day
When she would say
I will always love
you
"Hey Chels." He cooed. She looked up at him through big blue eyes. Shelby stood in the doorway to the kitchen watching. "Shelb, she has the most gorgeous....and the deepest blue....eyes I have ever seen....." he muttered.
"I know." She said so quietly that he couldn't hear and went in to the kitchen. "because they're your eyes, Scott. They're your eyes."
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About an hour later Scott went into the kitchen with his laptop.
"Chelsea's asleep. I just put her down in her crib." He said. She nodded. He sat down at the table and opened his computer. He played around on it a little while before working up the courage to bring up what he had found. "Um, Shelby?" he asked finally
"Yeah?" she asked. She put the turkey in the oven and sat down across from Scott.
"Um...I want you to look at these." He said and handed her the domestic violence papers he had found earlier. She took one look at them and threw them back in his face.
"I don't need your little statistics, Scott. This family isn't a statistic. I am not a statistic. I'm a human being!" She said angrily.
"A human being that doesn't deserve to be treated the way I know Brad is treating you."
"Scott, this is insane! You don't even know Brad! If you did, you would know this is insane! He is a respected and well liked man in this town, not the bum you're making him out to be!"
"Ok, listen to this." He read aloud from one of the printouts. "Approximately 1/3 of the men counseled for battering are professional men who are well respected in their jobs and communities. These have included doctors, lawyers, ministers, and business executives." He looked at her with a 'I told you so' face on.
"So! Why am I even listening to this? This discussion is over!" she said and went over to the counter and proceeded to continue cooking..
"In one out of every six marriages the wife is physically abused. Every 15 seconds a woman is beaten in the United States alone." E continued, not caring if she wanted to hear or not.
"SHUT UP, SCOTT!" she yelled.
" Daily, 4 American women lose their lives to their husbands or boyfriends, equaling more than 1/3 of all female homicide victims."
"Scott, not one more word! I don't want to hear it!" she snapped.
"Just
one more." he insisted. She rolled her
eyes, turned around so her back was facing him and started chopping onions. "In a national survey of over 60,000 US
families, 50% of the men who abused their wives also abused their
children. Children who wittness
violence at home display emotional and behavioral disturbances as diverse as
withdrawal, low self esteem, self blame, and agression against peers, family
member and property. Child abuse in 15
times
more likely to occur in families where domestic violence is present." He finished and looked up at her. She stopped chopping, and just stood there for a minute, her back to him. "I'm not asking you to admit it to me.....but if you love Chelsea...and he is hurting you.....you can't keep her here in this house, Shelby. You just can't." There was a long pause. Nobody said anything and Shelby still didn't turn around.
"But I can't leave." She said finally. She was admitting to the abuse with out actually saying it. "I don't have any money. No place to stay....Brad is all I have known for a year...I can't leave. Plus...even if I did. He would come after me. I know Brad...and he would."
"Shelby, you just say the word and I'm here. I'll get you out." He said softly. There was a pause.
"No...no I just can't. I'm sorry, Scott." She said. He sighed and left the papers on the table but put his computer up. He stood up.
"Then....I have no reason to be here. I gotta go. I thought I could change your mind, but I obviously can't.' she turned around. He stood directly in front of her. "I'm goin home now. Back to the city. Just think about what I said." She nodded that she would. They were standing closer now, and he took advantage of it. He leaned down and kissed her lips lightly. He kissed her again, but put a little more force into it. When he pulled away she didn't say anything and she didn't look at him. It had been so long since anyone had kissed her like that, and she thought she had forgotten what if felt like to know someone really loved you when they kissed you. But Scott brought it all back to her with that one kiss and it scared her. Brad had never kissed her like that. Ever. Brad was more interested in kissing someone so it would lead to something more. He never kissed her just for the heck of it, but Scott did. When they were together, he would just look at her....tell her how beautiful she was....and kiss her. And he didn't expect something to follow.
Lonely and
forgotten
Never thought she'd
look my way
Then she smiled at
me
And held me
Just like she used
to do
Like she loved me
When she loved me
Scott grabbed his computer and walked out, a little angry that he didn't get a reaction from Shelby. Not even a smile. He would have been ok with a slap in that face because she was married and he had crossed that friendly line. But, no. She didn't even look at him. And that made him feel really stupid and led on. "Bye Shelby." He muttered as he brushed by her. She heard the front door slam.
When somebody
loved me
Everything was
beautiful
Every hour was
spent together
Lives within my
heart
When she loved me.
The tears took her over and she collapsed on the floor sobbing. She cried herself to sleep.
She awoke to the sound of the front door slamming. It was 4:15 and Brad was home. She hadn't done anything he had told her to...and boy was she is trouble.. She knew she was when she saw his face when he came through the kitchen door and saw her on the floor..........................................
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HAHA. Sorry to leave you in such a bad spot. Next chapter: What will Brad do to Shelby??? I'm asking for 10 reviews and you get it ASAP!!!!!!!!!!! I've had a horrible day, so sorry this took an extra day to get out. What's my problem? Let's just say 'All guys are jerks.' And leave it at that. :) Please review! I need them to......make me happy and forget about dumb guys named Brad........(not the Brad in the story. LOL! I just realized that. Haha. No, my-friend-who-until-today-I-wished-was-my-boyfriend-Brad. :)