Disclaimer: I don't own Scott or Shelby, but I do own Chelsea Barringer (yay!) and Brad Javenson (loser). FFC doesn't own HG...but neither do I. I heard yesterday...MAYBE...another station picked it up. Will call around..see what I can find out.
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Okay, people with weak hearts don't want to read this. :(
In Your Darkest
Hour
Ch. 5
"Spend all your
time waiting, for that second chance. For a break that would make it okay. There's always some reason to not feel good enough, and it's hard at the
end of the day. I need some distraction,
or a beautiful release. Memories seep
from my veins. Let me be empty. Weightless, and maybe, I'll find some peace
tonight. In the arms of the angels, fly
away from here. From this dark cold
hotel room, and the emptiness that you feel. You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reveries. You're in the arms of the angels. May you find some comfort
here........................"
-Verse from Sarah
McLaughlan's song "Angel"
(just reminds me
of Shelby in a weird way. :\ )
When she saw him looming over her, her sleepiness was replaced by fear.
"What the hell are you doing on the floor." He yelled
"I....I fell asleep..." she said getting up.
"And look at this mess!" he yelled. He opened the oven door. The turkey was burning. "Get that out of the oven now!" he commanded. She did. He grabbed her arm.
"Ow!" she cried out.
"Oh, shut up you little slut." He snapped and jerked her arm. "Look at this mess! Just look at it!" He yelled shaking her. "Do you see it?!"
"Yes, sir." She whispered and looked down.
"Do you?" he growled. "Then why isn't it cleaned up?"
"I fell asleep..." she said
"What the hell does that have to do with the cleaning?!" he yelled at her.
"Nothing, sir." She said quietly.
"Damn right." He said. He gripped her arm tighter and drug her upstairs. She tripped on the stairs several times. "What are you, drunk?" he asked looking back at her tripping as he dragged her. He pulled her down the hall and shoved her into the laundry room He opened the dryer. "Look at this! If you leave the clothes in the dryer, they WRINKLE!" he yelled. "Got it?!" She nodded. He slammed the dryer door. He grabbed her again and pulled her further down the hall to their bedroom. He pushed her into the room. "Look at this mess!" he said pointing to her dresser and makeup table. There was makeup all laid out on a vanity table. He pushed her into it. Make up clattered to the floor. "Why do you have all this shit?! You don't need it!" he growled at her.
"I...I have it to cover up all the bruises like you told me to......" he slapped her across the face.
"Don't you back talk me!" he commanded.
"I wasn't- -" she started.
"Shut up! Look at the things you do! You ask for this, Shelby. You know you do." He sneered
"No, I- -" he cut her off again.
"I thought I told you to shut up!" he yelled and shoved her backwards. She smacked the side of her head hard on the arm of a wooden rocker in their room. She hit the floor and just lay there.
"Get up!" he commanded walking over to her.
"I can't" she said crying, holding her head.
"Yes, you can." He said, but instead of pulling her up, he hit her face several times adding on to the bruising and blood that was already there, and then grabbed her by the shoulders and started banging her head on the hard wood floor until she, mercifully, blacked out.
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Scott felt horrible about walking out like that, but he didn't feel like he had any other choice. He couldn't force her to leave and talking to her about it wasn't working.
It was dark when he got home. He threw his computer down on the couch and walked into the kitchen. The answering machine was blinking. He pushed the play button and went to the fridge. "Hey, Scott, it's Peter. I wanna get your bet on this Friday's football game. You're going down this time, bud....so uh....call me." Scott chuckled to himself at Peter and seeing there was nothing to eat in the fridge he walked back over to the answering machine just as the second message was playing.
"It's me, Scott. It's Shelby. Look, you were right. But I found out too late. This time he put me in the hospital. But don't worry, I'm okay. I'm not even supposed to be on the phone, but I had to call you." Scott's heart twisted around. "Please come. I'll understand if you don't, though. I'm at Hope Springs Hospital on Jutland Drive.. I need to ask a favor of you, and I'm really sorry I didn't listen to........." but Scott didn't hear the rest of the message because he was already out the door, making the 6 hour trip back to Springfield Gardens..................................
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Okay...that was way dramatic and so I didn't think you could handle anymore in one chapter. Ok, you caught me...I couldn't bear to type anymore.
NEXT: What does Shelby ask Scott to do?
ASKING FOR 10 REVIEWS. I will get the next part out this weekend if I can get 10!!!!!!
~Bee!~