Disclaimer: I don't own anybody originally from
the show.....and I'm really mad about that. Anywayz, I do own Chelsea and Brad.....so....don't steal them, I worked
very hard on their characters......lol.....kidding......
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Okay, well, I changed the font because this is my
favorite font, and I never use it. If
you hate it, too bad. I'm in a sad mood
and I don't need criticism, unless, of course, it is constructive!
In
Your Darkest Hour
Ch.
12
It
had been a long night for everyone. The
Cliffhangers hung back at Scott's apartment waiting for a phone call, anything
that would let them know that Scott and Shelby were okay. Only Auggie knew that they had
protection. Not even Jules knew he
still had that gun, and that he had never gotten rid of it. He couldn't tell them he had given Scott a
gun, so he just had to let them wonder until somebody called.
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Back
at the house, Shelby had refused to give a statement to the police until she
could see Scott. The officer eventually
gave in and told her she could go see him, but they would need a statement
first thing after she finished. She
reluctantly agreed and took off to the hospital.
The
lady at the front desk gave her directions to the emergency room. She wandered around for a while, not wanting
to ask anybody where she could find him, just wanting to avoid as many
questions as possible. As she walked by
a small room, she caught Scott sitting on a table in the corner of her
eye. She did a double take and then
entered the room. He was sitting on the
examining table, his shirt off. The
nurse was finishing up taping gauze on the gunshot wound that was on his upper
left arm.
"You're
okay." Shelby stated simply with a smile.
"Yeah,
well I've been better." He said as he watched the nurse closely. She walked over to the counter and pulled a
sling out of the drawer. He groaned
when he realized he was gonna have to wear it. She put it on him carefully without a word. Shelby just took a seat in front of him.
When
she finished with the sling she looked at Scott like she had seen this a
million times. "The doctor will be here
in a few minutes. He'll most likely
prescribe you some painkillers. You're gonna need 'em." She said and left,
closing the door behind her.
"I
wanted to thank you...." Shelby said after a long silence. "For saving my life."
Scott
just nodded. "Did you talk to the
police?"
"No. I said I wouldn't talk to them until I made
sure you were okay." She said and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Well,
I am. So, what are you going to tell
them?"
"I
don't know."
"How
about the truth?" he said and shifted uncomfortably. "You gotta tell them sometime. And besides, it's not like you could make up a story for how this
happened." He said and motioned to his arm. "And your house is a mess....and Brad too.....the truth looks like the
only option."
"Yeah,
I guess." She said. She was going to
say more when the door opened, and the doctor walked in looking straight down
at his chart.
"Ok....Scott....let's
get a look at you....there's a police officer out there going insane trying to
find you and some girl named Shelby, so we better make it quick." He looked up
"I'll
be going now........" Shelby said
standing up. She leaned over to give
Scott a hug, and tried to be very gentle about it. He touched her back lightly with his one good arm. She pulled away and walked over to the door opening
it and then exiting.
"The
truth, Shelb!" Scott called to her as she closed the door.
"Yeah."
He heard her say right before the door shut with a click.
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Shelby
walked down the hall and ran right into the police officer she had talked to at
the house.
"Mrs.
Javenson! " he said with a smile. "We
need to chat."
"Um,
yeah, ok.....but could you do me a favor?" she asked.
"That
all depends." He said back
"Could
you please call me Ms. Merrick.....or just Shelby?"
"How
about I call you Shelby, because I have to file you under your legal name,
Shelby Javenson."
"Okay."
She agreed and they walked together to a private room in the hospital often
used for questioning. When they entered
the small dimly lit room, he offered her a seat, which she took.
"Okay,
Shelby, let's start at the beginning." He said sitting down across from her
with a folder open, pen in hand.
"Well,
I was born on May 12th, 1984. They say
it was raining that night- -" she started sarcastically when the officer
interrupted her.
"Let's
skip ahead about 21 years, shall we? How long have you been married to Bradley
Javenson?"
"A
year." She said simply.
"And
what was your homelife like?" he asked.
Scott's
voice rang in her head. "The truth,
Shelb!"
"It
wasn't good." She said.
"How
wasn't it good?"
"He
was physically abusive."
"Okay,
now we're getting somewhere he said sitting forward in his chair.
1 Hour later
"So
when Brad was asleep I sneaked out and went to Scott's. He agreed to come with me to get some
clothes for me and Chelsea. Well,
actually, he didn't want me to go in the first place. He and Auggie were going to go and do it for me but I wouldn't
let them."
"Who's
Auggie?" he asked
"Our
friend....Auggie Ciceros."
"Ok,
but he ended up not going, right?"
"Yes."
She said and then told him the rest of the story in it's entirety. He heaved a big sigh after she had finished.
"Ok,
well, sounds pretty convincing. Do you
want to press charges?"
"I
don't know." She said biting her lip. "Can
I talk to Scott about it first?"
"Yeah,
sure, but I advise you not to wait too long." He said. Just then another officer stormed in and
dropped a report file on the table.
"Javenson's
pressing charges." He said.
"On
who? And why?" Shelby's officer said.
"Scott
Barringer and his wife. Aggravated
Assault."
"That's
bullshit!" Shelby yelled and jumped up.
"Sorry,
lady." He said and walked out.
"Well, if he's pressing charges I am TOO!" she
yelled.
"Oh,
lord, this is gonna be bad............." the officer said as he looked up at a
steaming Shelby. "What happened to
talking it over with Scott?" he asked.
"Desperate
times call for desperate measures." She said.
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