Broken Angel part 1
Jim entered the place that served as home and work. He new he would get some time to actually do some work because Gene had gone to a bar. Jim frowned as he saw that he was not alone.
Suzuka was sitting down with her ever-calm expression, and drinking her ever-present tea. To her right was Aisha bouncing in her set like a hyper child. They had left the group together six months after Melfina died, but they came to check on Jim sometimes.
Jim sat across from Suzuka and Aisha, and waited to hear what they had to say. Finally after a couple of minutes Suzuka set her tea down, and spoke. "Hello, Jim. Aisha and I came to see how you were."
The ever-tactless Aisha quickly followed with, "What happened to your face?" She put a finger on his bruised cheek.
Jim flinched, and covered his bruise with a hand. Then answered to quickly, "Nothing."
"I would not call a bruise covering half you face nothing." Suzuka responded with her mater of fact voice.
"If Gene did it I will kill him!" Aisha added with acid.
Shame filled eyes fell to the floor, as Jim attempted to defend his friend. "Don't hurt him. He has not been him self lately. Plus he was drunk at the time."
"When is he not?"
Even though the question was rhetorical Jim answered it. "Sunday afternoons, when he pays his respects to Melfina."
Aisha was scratching her cat like ear in deep thought. After a minute had passed she told Jim. "As a Catarl-Catarl I just can't stand by let a friend get hurt. You should leave with Suzie and I."
Jim sadly shook his head, "I can't leave. Gene needs me."
"Jim we know you two have been friends for a long time, but this is not the first time I have seen bruises on you." Suzuka sighed with apparent frustration and anger. Jim looked at her because he rarely heard so much emotion in her voice.
"There is more to it than that." Jim argued. Then he averted his sad eyes, and whispered, " I think I love him."
Aisha cocked her head and twitched her ears. "What?" was the only response the confused Catarl-Catarl could make.
Jim lifted his gaze to the women in front of him. "I love Gene." Jim let out a ragged breath and continued, "Sometimes I dream, and I'm hugging and kissing him. I let him know every thing is okay and that he is loved. In turn he would hold me, and love me the way lovers do." A smile formed on his face and in his eyes. Jim was in his dream world. "We would not spend our days crying. Gene would never drink." Jim's voice faded away. The merriment left his eyes.
Suddenly Jim began to ball out tears. Awkwardly Aisha moved to hold the trembling child. Suzuka walked to the two, and made an attempt to relax Jim by rubbing his back.
Although it would be a difficult task to make them admit it they had grown attached to Jim. He had brought out what little maternal instinct they had.
They were not the only ones acting out of character. Jim was the adult in the body of a boy. Now he was the boy in the body of an adult. Years of pain had finally took their toll.
Slowly the flow of tears stopped, and Jim's head was buried in Aisha's shoulders. Aisha and Suzuka continued to comfort him, and looked out of place while doing so.
"Jim, we need to go." Suzuka informed in his ear. He just nodded and sat up.
" The offers still open." Aisha reminded. Jim just nodded in response.
Before she reached the door Suzuka reached in to her robes and pulled out some wong. "Here," she placed it into Jim's hand. "Aisha tried to raid your refrigerator only to find nothing."
Jim took it too emotionally tiered to protest. As Aisha closed the door behind her, a large frown formed on his face. He wiggled in the chair. Frowning deeper he rose from the chair. He flipped the cushion to reveal a hidden bottle of whiskey.
"Damn it! I can't believe it." Jim spat at the bottle he now held in his hand.
"Can't believe what?" Gilliam asked, who had been sitting quietly on the table until now.
"Now Gene is hiding alcohol the chair." Jim growled. His face turned red with rage, and he stood and stewed for a minute. Jim glared at the whiskey with all his anger and hatred.
Suddenly, as if in a trance Jim went to a cupboard and pulled all of the alcohol contained there.
"What are you doing?" A curious Gilliam asked.
"I'm getting rid of this poison." Jim stated while pouring a bottle down the drain.
"I don't think Gene will like that." Warned the pink bot.
"I don't care!" Jim shouted. Angry tears rolled down his face, and poured bottle after bottle down the drain. He watched the foul liquid swirl down the drain, and began to laugh. It started in low chuckles, and quickly rose to hysterical laughter. Jim fell to the ground rolling and clutching his stomach in pain.
"Jim, Jim!" The concerned Gilliam called.
"He is going to kill me when he gets home." Jim giggled. He curled in to the fetal position, and choked on his laughter. Jim was hacking up rough coughs that raked pain in his lungs. Suddenly he grew quiet.
"Jim are you okay?" Gilliam asked.
"No, but I'll live for now." Jim truthfully answered.
Jim rolled in to a sitting position, and stood up. He was biting back pain both mental and physical, and with out a noise he left the house.
***
The house was dark as Jim opened the door with on hand. In the other hand held a brown paper sack with groceries. Quietly he walked in, and shut the door. He knew Gene was probably home, and he did not want his arrival known.
Jim tiptoed to the kitchen darting his head left to right. He began to set the bag down when a hand grabbed his throat. He was slowly lifted off the ground. Franticly he pulled on the hand, and dropped the bag on the kitchen floor.
Jim struggled with all his might, but he could not break free. Soon he
Became dizzy, and his hands fell limp.
Jim entered the place that served as home and work. He new he would get some time to actually do some work because Gene had gone to a bar. Jim frowned as he saw that he was not alone.
Suzuka was sitting down with her ever-calm expression, and drinking her ever-present tea. To her right was Aisha bouncing in her set like a hyper child. They had left the group together six months after Melfina died, but they came to check on Jim sometimes.
Jim sat across from Suzuka and Aisha, and waited to hear what they had to say. Finally after a couple of minutes Suzuka set her tea down, and spoke. "Hello, Jim. Aisha and I came to see how you were."
The ever-tactless Aisha quickly followed with, "What happened to your face?" She put a finger on his bruised cheek.
Jim flinched, and covered his bruise with a hand. Then answered to quickly, "Nothing."
"I would not call a bruise covering half you face nothing." Suzuka responded with her mater of fact voice.
"If Gene did it I will kill him!" Aisha added with acid.
Shame filled eyes fell to the floor, as Jim attempted to defend his friend. "Don't hurt him. He has not been him self lately. Plus he was drunk at the time."
"When is he not?"
Even though the question was rhetorical Jim answered it. "Sunday afternoons, when he pays his respects to Melfina."
Aisha was scratching her cat like ear in deep thought. After a minute had passed she told Jim. "As a Catarl-Catarl I just can't stand by let a friend get hurt. You should leave with Suzie and I."
Jim sadly shook his head, "I can't leave. Gene needs me."
"Jim we know you two have been friends for a long time, but this is not the first time I have seen bruises on you." Suzuka sighed with apparent frustration and anger. Jim looked at her because he rarely heard so much emotion in her voice.
"There is more to it than that." Jim argued. Then he averted his sad eyes, and whispered, " I think I love him."
Aisha cocked her head and twitched her ears. "What?" was the only response the confused Catarl-Catarl could make.
Jim lifted his gaze to the women in front of him. "I love Gene." Jim let out a ragged breath and continued, "Sometimes I dream, and I'm hugging and kissing him. I let him know every thing is okay and that he is loved. In turn he would hold me, and love me the way lovers do." A smile formed on his face and in his eyes. Jim was in his dream world. "We would not spend our days crying. Gene would never drink." Jim's voice faded away. The merriment left his eyes.
Suddenly Jim began to ball out tears. Awkwardly Aisha moved to hold the trembling child. Suzuka walked to the two, and made an attempt to relax Jim by rubbing his back.
Although it would be a difficult task to make them admit it they had grown attached to Jim. He had brought out what little maternal instinct they had.
They were not the only ones acting out of character. Jim was the adult in the body of a boy. Now he was the boy in the body of an adult. Years of pain had finally took their toll.
Slowly the flow of tears stopped, and Jim's head was buried in Aisha's shoulders. Aisha and Suzuka continued to comfort him, and looked out of place while doing so.
"Jim, we need to go." Suzuka informed in his ear. He just nodded and sat up.
" The offers still open." Aisha reminded. Jim just nodded in response.
Before she reached the door Suzuka reached in to her robes and pulled out some wong. "Here," she placed it into Jim's hand. "Aisha tried to raid your refrigerator only to find nothing."
Jim took it too emotionally tiered to protest. As Aisha closed the door behind her, a large frown formed on his face. He wiggled in the chair. Frowning deeper he rose from the chair. He flipped the cushion to reveal a hidden bottle of whiskey.
"Damn it! I can't believe it." Jim spat at the bottle he now held in his hand.
"Can't believe what?" Gilliam asked, who had been sitting quietly on the table until now.
"Now Gene is hiding alcohol the chair." Jim growled. His face turned red with rage, and he stood and stewed for a minute. Jim glared at the whiskey with all his anger and hatred.
Suddenly, as if in a trance Jim went to a cupboard and pulled all of the alcohol contained there.
"What are you doing?" A curious Gilliam asked.
"I'm getting rid of this poison." Jim stated while pouring a bottle down the drain.
"I don't think Gene will like that." Warned the pink bot.
"I don't care!" Jim shouted. Angry tears rolled down his face, and poured bottle after bottle down the drain. He watched the foul liquid swirl down the drain, and began to laugh. It started in low chuckles, and quickly rose to hysterical laughter. Jim fell to the ground rolling and clutching his stomach in pain.
"Jim, Jim!" The concerned Gilliam called.
"He is going to kill me when he gets home." Jim giggled. He curled in to the fetal position, and choked on his laughter. Jim was hacking up rough coughs that raked pain in his lungs. Suddenly he grew quiet.
"Jim are you okay?" Gilliam asked.
"No, but I'll live for now." Jim truthfully answered.
Jim rolled in to a sitting position, and stood up. He was biting back pain both mental and physical, and with out a noise he left the house.
***
The house was dark as Jim opened the door with on hand. In the other hand held a brown paper sack with groceries. Quietly he walked in, and shut the door. He knew Gene was probably home, and he did not want his arrival known.
Jim tiptoed to the kitchen darting his head left to right. He began to set the bag down when a hand grabbed his throat. He was slowly lifted off the ground. Franticly he pulled on the hand, and dropped the bag on the kitchen floor.
Jim struggled with all his might, but he could not break free. Soon he
Became dizzy, and his hands fell limp.