Disclaimer : Yeah, I wish.
Author's Note : I hope you're getting the sequence of the chapters. Let me know if you are clueless, now or later. Just let me know. I found this pretty angsty considering this is all from a five-six year old's point of view.
Some cursing.
Please review! Thanks a lot.
Penny For Your Thoughts (Part Three)
LINDSEY
"Hey, baby."
"Mommy! Mommy!" I ran into her arms as she greeted me at the doorway as I returned home that night.
"Did you have fun at Jeremy's?"
I nodded. Then, "How come you didn't come home this morning? I didn't get to see you before school like I always do."
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry."
"What happened?"
"Nothing happened. I spent the night at Uncle Grissom's."
"How come?"
"I, uh - wasn't feeling well."
"Are you okay now?"
"Yeah. Everything's okay now. And you know what?"
"What?"
"I don't have to go to work tonight."
"Really?"
"Really."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Okay." I sat down at the kitchen table watching her back as she washed the dishes at the sink. "Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"Will Daddy be home too?"
She set two glasses in the cabinet as if she didn't hear my question.
"I don't know." She finally said. "I don't know about Daddy."
"Is everything okay, Mommy?" I asked again later as she tucked me into bed. I was sensing something I couldn't quite place. She sat down on the bed and untangled the knots in my hair tactfully.
"Lindsey, I want you to listen to me, all right?" Both her voice and eyes were serious.
I nodded in reply.
"Whatever happens, I will always love you. You know that, right?"
"I know, Mommy. I love you too."
"Don't ever forget that, okay?"
"Okay."
"Good. Now go to sleep." She stood to her feet and turned off the light at the doorway so that the light in the hallway cascaded in, forming a silhouette.
"Good night."
"Good night."
"Fuck you. I didn't create this situation; I'm dealing with it."
I woke up to the sound of her angry voice. Daddy was home. I could hear him yelling too.
"So you're basically telling me you had no part in all this? Is that what you're saying? Answer me, you bitch."
Glass crashed into pieces on the floor. I sat up in bed and hugged my pillow tightly.
"I saw you, Catherine. I saw Grissom drive up here and - "
"I was unconscious because of you, and you're blaming this on me?"
"What the fuck are you getting so worked up about anyway? So what - I slept with Melanie. You slept with Grissom and pretended like it was nothing - "
"No, I did not. And that's not even the point."
"Then, what the fuck is the point?"
Tears fell from my eyes. They were always fighting now. It seemed like it never stopped. And they would always think that I didn't hear. That I didn't know they were yelling and saying bad words, but I knew. I didn't know what was wrong though. But they'd always say it was okay. It was always okay even though I knew it wasn't.
"Forget this shit. I'm getting out of here." Mommy said.
I heard keys being flung around. The door opened, and they both ran out, leaving it wide open.
I peered out the window. Outside, it was raining. Daddy had the keys in his hand. Mommy was coming after him.
"Give me the fucking keys - "
"You're not going anywhere, you cunt." Daddy yelled back at her.
They ran across the street, screaming bad words at each other. The neighbors were yelling at them now too.
"Hey, it's four thirty! Watch your language!"
"You want your jaw wired?!" Daddy shot back. "Mind your own fucking business."
The neighbor disappeared, and they were at it again.
Daddy crossed to the apartment building across the street from us. He walked up to the dumpster, and threw Mommy's set of keys into it. And he left. He got into his car and drove away. Mommy was rummaging through the dumpster now.
I laid back down on the bed and pulled the covers over me up to my stomach, and closed my eyes. I could still hear the rain pounding against the window. A few moments later, the front door slammed shut. Mommy was back. I could hear her footprints coming down the hallway, closer and closer. My bedroom door opened. I didn't move. I didn't want her to know I had heard everything. And well, to be completely honest, I didn't really understand what happened.
Leaving the door opened, she made it to the edge of my bed and laid down beside me. Her clothes were wet from the rain, and she was shivering. She wrapped an arm around my waist. I heard her crying, softly, trying to hide it. Her tears fell into my hair. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say.
After about ten minutes, Mommy got up. She brushed away the tears from her eyes, and went to the kitchen. I could hear her pick up the phone. She was calling someone.
"Grissom?" Her muffled voice said. "No --- No, don't come if you're on a case. --- I'm okay. --- He's gone. --- He left a few minutes ago. --- Lindsey's here with me. --- Yeah, she's sleeping. --- I don't think so. --- Okay, bye."
She hung up the phone.
Within fifteen minutes, Uncle Grissom came. He sounded angry and worried at the same time. Mommy was still crying.
"Go take a shower. You're going to get sick."
"I'm okay."
"No, you're not. Go wash up first and get out of these wet clothes."
Uncle Grissom opened the closet and pulled out some towels, giving them to Mommy who then disappeared into the bathroom.
He came into my room. I could see him standing by the doorway. I decided it was okay for him to know I was up.
"Uncle Grissom?"
"Oh, you're up." He said in surprise.
I nodded. "Where's Mommy?" I asked, even though I knew perfectly well where she was.
"She's taking a bath."
"What about Daddy?"
Uncle Grissom sat down on the edge of my bed. "He went out for a bit."
"Is everything okay?"
"It will be."
"Why was Mommy crying? What happened?"
"She - uh, well, Lindsey, she had a little accident."
"Will she be all right?"
"Don't worry about it. She'll be fine."
"I hope so." I said honestly.
"I hope so too."
"Uncle Grissom?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm thirsty."
"Okay. You want to come with me to get something to drink?"
I nodded. Sitting up from bed, I held out my arms to be picked up. Uncle Grissom smiled and did, carrying me to the kitchen. He sat me up on the counter next to the sink and then peered into the refrigerator.
"What do you want? Milk?"
"Okay."
I watched him take out a coffee mug from the cupboard and poured out a half a glass. He handed it to me, and I drank silently while I stared at the bits of shattered glass splayed on the linoleum floor. Uncle Grissom noticed too, but he didn't say anything. He just sighed softly to himself. I knew he didn't want me to ask about it, so I did. I wanted to know why he didn't want me to ask.
"What happened here?"
"Mommy or Daddy probably dropped something." He said shortly, still looking at the floor. "Don't move, okay? Just sit there. I'm going to clean it up."
"Okay."
"Don't move."
"Okay."
Uncle Grissom bent down and picked up the big pieces from the floor. The smaller pieces crackled under his shoes. When he opened his hand to throw the glass into the garbage, I saw he was bleeding a little. He didn't seem to mind and continued picking up the glass. I reached behind me on the counter, and took out a box of Band-Aids.
"Come here." I said, waving him over.
He straightened up and within a stride, he was in front of me. "Yeah?"
I took his hand and said, "I'll fix that for you." I turned on the faucet on the sink next to me. "Wash it first."
"Okay." He said without argument. He put his palm under the running water.
I ripped a sheet of paper towel from the roll and gave it to him to dry his hand. Meanwhile I opened the box of Band-Aids and took one out. I pulled his arm on my lap and put the bandage on the cut.
"Thanks, Lindsey." He said smiling.
"Wait, I'm not done yet." I took his hand again, and kissed the Band-Aid. "There. Now it'll heal a lot faster. Mommy does that for me whenever I need a Band-Aid."
"You're a lucky girl. Your mom loves you very much."
"Do you think you love me?"
"I KNOW I love you."
"Really? You do?"
"Of course."
"I love you too, Uncle Grissom. You're nice to me and Mommy."
He smiled a little. "Come on, let's get you back in bed."
[End Part Three of Six]
Author's Note : I hope you're getting the sequence of the chapters. Let me know if you are clueless, now or later. Just let me know. I found this pretty angsty considering this is all from a five-six year old's point of view.
Some cursing.
Please review! Thanks a lot.
Penny For Your Thoughts (Part Three)
LINDSEY
"Hey, baby."
"Mommy! Mommy!" I ran into her arms as she greeted me at the doorway as I returned home that night.
"Did you have fun at Jeremy's?"
I nodded. Then, "How come you didn't come home this morning? I didn't get to see you before school like I always do."
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry."
"What happened?"
"Nothing happened. I spent the night at Uncle Grissom's."
"How come?"
"I, uh - wasn't feeling well."
"Are you okay now?"
"Yeah. Everything's okay now. And you know what?"
"What?"
"I don't have to go to work tonight."
"Really?"
"Really."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Okay." I sat down at the kitchen table watching her back as she washed the dishes at the sink. "Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"Will Daddy be home too?"
She set two glasses in the cabinet as if she didn't hear my question.
"I don't know." She finally said. "I don't know about Daddy."
"Is everything okay, Mommy?" I asked again later as she tucked me into bed. I was sensing something I couldn't quite place. She sat down on the bed and untangled the knots in my hair tactfully.
"Lindsey, I want you to listen to me, all right?" Both her voice and eyes were serious.
I nodded in reply.
"Whatever happens, I will always love you. You know that, right?"
"I know, Mommy. I love you too."
"Don't ever forget that, okay?"
"Okay."
"Good. Now go to sleep." She stood to her feet and turned off the light at the doorway so that the light in the hallway cascaded in, forming a silhouette.
"Good night."
"Good night."
"Fuck you. I didn't create this situation; I'm dealing with it."
I woke up to the sound of her angry voice. Daddy was home. I could hear him yelling too.
"So you're basically telling me you had no part in all this? Is that what you're saying? Answer me, you bitch."
Glass crashed into pieces on the floor. I sat up in bed and hugged my pillow tightly.
"I saw you, Catherine. I saw Grissom drive up here and - "
"I was unconscious because of you, and you're blaming this on me?"
"What the fuck are you getting so worked up about anyway? So what - I slept with Melanie. You slept with Grissom and pretended like it was nothing - "
"No, I did not. And that's not even the point."
"Then, what the fuck is the point?"
Tears fell from my eyes. They were always fighting now. It seemed like it never stopped. And they would always think that I didn't hear. That I didn't know they were yelling and saying bad words, but I knew. I didn't know what was wrong though. But they'd always say it was okay. It was always okay even though I knew it wasn't.
"Forget this shit. I'm getting out of here." Mommy said.
I heard keys being flung around. The door opened, and they both ran out, leaving it wide open.
I peered out the window. Outside, it was raining. Daddy had the keys in his hand. Mommy was coming after him.
"Give me the fucking keys - "
"You're not going anywhere, you cunt." Daddy yelled back at her.
They ran across the street, screaming bad words at each other. The neighbors were yelling at them now too.
"Hey, it's four thirty! Watch your language!"
"You want your jaw wired?!" Daddy shot back. "Mind your own fucking business."
The neighbor disappeared, and they were at it again.
Daddy crossed to the apartment building across the street from us. He walked up to the dumpster, and threw Mommy's set of keys into it. And he left. He got into his car and drove away. Mommy was rummaging through the dumpster now.
I laid back down on the bed and pulled the covers over me up to my stomach, and closed my eyes. I could still hear the rain pounding against the window. A few moments later, the front door slammed shut. Mommy was back. I could hear her footprints coming down the hallway, closer and closer. My bedroom door opened. I didn't move. I didn't want her to know I had heard everything. And well, to be completely honest, I didn't really understand what happened.
Leaving the door opened, she made it to the edge of my bed and laid down beside me. Her clothes were wet from the rain, and she was shivering. She wrapped an arm around my waist. I heard her crying, softly, trying to hide it. Her tears fell into my hair. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say.
After about ten minutes, Mommy got up. She brushed away the tears from her eyes, and went to the kitchen. I could hear her pick up the phone. She was calling someone.
"Grissom?" Her muffled voice said. "No --- No, don't come if you're on a case. --- I'm okay. --- He's gone. --- He left a few minutes ago. --- Lindsey's here with me. --- Yeah, she's sleeping. --- I don't think so. --- Okay, bye."
She hung up the phone.
Within fifteen minutes, Uncle Grissom came. He sounded angry and worried at the same time. Mommy was still crying.
"Go take a shower. You're going to get sick."
"I'm okay."
"No, you're not. Go wash up first and get out of these wet clothes."
Uncle Grissom opened the closet and pulled out some towels, giving them to Mommy who then disappeared into the bathroom.
He came into my room. I could see him standing by the doorway. I decided it was okay for him to know I was up.
"Uncle Grissom?"
"Oh, you're up." He said in surprise.
I nodded. "Where's Mommy?" I asked, even though I knew perfectly well where she was.
"She's taking a bath."
"What about Daddy?"
Uncle Grissom sat down on the edge of my bed. "He went out for a bit."
"Is everything okay?"
"It will be."
"Why was Mommy crying? What happened?"
"She - uh, well, Lindsey, she had a little accident."
"Will she be all right?"
"Don't worry about it. She'll be fine."
"I hope so." I said honestly.
"I hope so too."
"Uncle Grissom?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm thirsty."
"Okay. You want to come with me to get something to drink?"
I nodded. Sitting up from bed, I held out my arms to be picked up. Uncle Grissom smiled and did, carrying me to the kitchen. He sat me up on the counter next to the sink and then peered into the refrigerator.
"What do you want? Milk?"
"Okay."
I watched him take out a coffee mug from the cupboard and poured out a half a glass. He handed it to me, and I drank silently while I stared at the bits of shattered glass splayed on the linoleum floor. Uncle Grissom noticed too, but he didn't say anything. He just sighed softly to himself. I knew he didn't want me to ask about it, so I did. I wanted to know why he didn't want me to ask.
"What happened here?"
"Mommy or Daddy probably dropped something." He said shortly, still looking at the floor. "Don't move, okay? Just sit there. I'm going to clean it up."
"Okay."
"Don't move."
"Okay."
Uncle Grissom bent down and picked up the big pieces from the floor. The smaller pieces crackled under his shoes. When he opened his hand to throw the glass into the garbage, I saw he was bleeding a little. He didn't seem to mind and continued picking up the glass. I reached behind me on the counter, and took out a box of Band-Aids.
"Come here." I said, waving him over.
He straightened up and within a stride, he was in front of me. "Yeah?"
I took his hand and said, "I'll fix that for you." I turned on the faucet on the sink next to me. "Wash it first."
"Okay." He said without argument. He put his palm under the running water.
I ripped a sheet of paper towel from the roll and gave it to him to dry his hand. Meanwhile I opened the box of Band-Aids and took one out. I pulled his arm on my lap and put the bandage on the cut.
"Thanks, Lindsey." He said smiling.
"Wait, I'm not done yet." I took his hand again, and kissed the Band-Aid. "There. Now it'll heal a lot faster. Mommy does that for me whenever I need a Band-Aid."
"You're a lucky girl. Your mom loves you very much."
"Do you think you love me?"
"I KNOW I love you."
"Really? You do?"
"Of course."
"I love you too, Uncle Grissom. You're nice to me and Mommy."
He smiled a little. "Come on, let's get you back in bed."
[End Part Three of Six]