Life After High School - Ten Years Later
By Risty and Silver
Disclaimer: This is what? Our third story? And you still haven't figured that we own only our characters? What, are you nuts?
Summary: Just writing as we go along.
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(Jamie's POV)
I rode like all hell toward Midgewood. When I got there, I slowed down. Adele and the kids had to be all right. They just had to be. Adele had been a friend of the family for about eight years now. There was no way I was going to let her down. She'd gotten me out of lots of tight spots before. I rode to Adele's mother's house. I knocked on the door and Monica answered. She looked distressed, she ushered me inside.
"Oh Jamie, I'm so glad you could come. Adele has been through hell with that bastard."
"It's okay, Monica, where are Adele and the kids?"
"In the living room. The kids are watching a video and Adele is still crying."
I raced in to the living room and hugged Adele. She just cried into my shoulder. "It's okay, Addy, it's okay." I whispered to her.
"I'm scared, J. He beat the hell out of me and then accused me of sleeping with someone else. He kept going on about the kids not really being his. It was torture."
"Oh, honey. Boromir has turned mad. Has been hitting the bottle lately?"
"Yes. And along with the phone numbers in his sock drawer, I found this..." She pulled out a zip-lock airtight bag. It was filled with white powder. Of course, I knew what that meant; he'd been mixing drugs with alcohol. Not a good sign.
I took the packet and threw it into the garbage disposal and grinded it into a million pieces. Then, I gathered Adele, Erica, Janet and Matthew and then we rode off back home. I knew Frodo would understand.
When we got back home, the kids, a little traumatized at seeing their dad beat up their mum, went into the living room and watched Shrek. Adele came with me into the kitchen, where I took out the first aid kit and cleaned up her black eye, and the cut on her forehead. Then I made us both some strong coffee, black, and we both drank it.
When darkness came, and Adele, the kids and Debbie had gone to bed, Frodo and I went up to the attic and looked at the chest again. I dug around for a while before I found the friendship necklace that both Emma and me used to wear. Elrond had given them to us the first year they were friends. I put it on and the broken heart began to glow. I remembered it glowed whenever the counterpart was being worn. I touched the glowing heart, and tears came to my eyes. Frodo gave me a hug.
"You'll get back together one day soon. Just you watch. You're both strong. And you'll get through this. I know it."
I sobbed in his arms, the necklace feeling warm in the hollow of my throat. I hoped Emma would come and see me one day soon, and that we could both forget this feud ever happened. We may never be the friends we were again, but we could at least be some sort of friends. I only hoped Emma was thinking the same thing, when she realized her necklace was glowing too.
By Risty and Silver
Disclaimer: This is what? Our third story? And you still haven't figured that we own only our characters? What, are you nuts?
Summary: Just writing as we go along.
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(Jamie's POV)
I rode like all hell toward Midgewood. When I got there, I slowed down. Adele and the kids had to be all right. They just had to be. Adele had been a friend of the family for about eight years now. There was no way I was going to let her down. She'd gotten me out of lots of tight spots before. I rode to Adele's mother's house. I knocked on the door and Monica answered. She looked distressed, she ushered me inside.
"Oh Jamie, I'm so glad you could come. Adele has been through hell with that bastard."
"It's okay, Monica, where are Adele and the kids?"
"In the living room. The kids are watching a video and Adele is still crying."
I raced in to the living room and hugged Adele. She just cried into my shoulder. "It's okay, Addy, it's okay." I whispered to her.
"I'm scared, J. He beat the hell out of me and then accused me of sleeping with someone else. He kept going on about the kids not really being his. It was torture."
"Oh, honey. Boromir has turned mad. Has been hitting the bottle lately?"
"Yes. And along with the phone numbers in his sock drawer, I found this..." She pulled out a zip-lock airtight bag. It was filled with white powder. Of course, I knew what that meant; he'd been mixing drugs with alcohol. Not a good sign.
I took the packet and threw it into the garbage disposal and grinded it into a million pieces. Then, I gathered Adele, Erica, Janet and Matthew and then we rode off back home. I knew Frodo would understand.
When we got back home, the kids, a little traumatized at seeing their dad beat up their mum, went into the living room and watched Shrek. Adele came with me into the kitchen, where I took out the first aid kit and cleaned up her black eye, and the cut on her forehead. Then I made us both some strong coffee, black, and we both drank it.
When darkness came, and Adele, the kids and Debbie had gone to bed, Frodo and I went up to the attic and looked at the chest again. I dug around for a while before I found the friendship necklace that both Emma and me used to wear. Elrond had given them to us the first year they were friends. I put it on and the broken heart began to glow. I remembered it glowed whenever the counterpart was being worn. I touched the glowing heart, and tears came to my eyes. Frodo gave me a hug.
"You'll get back together one day soon. Just you watch. You're both strong. And you'll get through this. I know it."
I sobbed in his arms, the necklace feeling warm in the hollow of my throat. I hoped Emma would come and see me one day soon, and that we could both forget this feud ever happened. We may never be the friends we were again, but we could at least be some sort of friends. I only hoped Emma was thinking the same thing, when she realized her necklace was glowing too.