Chapter 3- A Face in the Crowd.
Hello-diddle-oh! *lol* I FINALLY got round to writing the next part, no thanks to stupid A.S exams!!! *kicks all exams ever invented* Oh well, hope you all like it, thanks for all your positive reviews!! Keep postin' em if you want me to continue! (i like being praised, hehe:D ) This is again devoted to the divine Courteney Cox Arquette, and also a whole crazy bunch of people that live at the CCAMB *waves* I love you all!!
"Dead?!", Dewey found it hard to digest the words as the large, balding cop stood before him, talking in hushed, sobre tones. He couldn't believe that Gale's mother was dead..., he had only met her a couple of times but the woman had seemed utterly invinsible, it was then that he understood where Gale got it from. Not just dead though... murdered.
"Yeah", the cop shifted his weight and glanced down at the notepad clutched tightly in his hand. "I was wondering if you might know of any reason why anyone would want Mrs Weathers dead..., or infact why anyone would intentionally put MISS Weathers in the hospital?"
Dewey shook his head wearily and tried to breathe through the pain of the intense headache raging it's way through his temples. The last three days had been pure hell on earth. Gale still hadn't woken up although she *had* shown signs of improvement, what seemed like the world's media had taken up camp on his doorstep trying to find out all the gossip on Gale's condition, and now this...
"Don't worry Mr Riley, you're not a suspect", the cop gave him a comforting smile and lowered the notepad, "We're just tryin' to figure out what exactly is happening here."
Dewey nodded and smiled back appreciatively. He didn't want to make this cop's job any worse, he remembered all too clearly what it was like. "No, I'm sorry", he said looking the cop straight in the eye, "I honestly can't think of anyone who would do this."
"Okay", the cop smiled again and slipped his pen into his shirt pocket. "Well, thanks for your co-operation anyway Mr Riley."
"No problem."
He was alone again. The silence pressed down on him and threatened to suffocate if it wasn't broken anytime soon. He realised that before, he had been taking for granted just the sheer amount of volume and exhilaration that Gale brought to his life... now, everything seemed quiet.
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There was a soft knocking at the door.
Gale bolted upright and stared at it silently, a sudden chill taking over her. Her mother... it must be her mother, that asshole downstairs must have told him that he'd seen her. She sighed and looked out the window longingly at the people standing below, happily involved in their own little worlds, not caring that there was undoubtedly another major argument in line for the Weathers family. She closed the notepad she had clutched tightly in her hands and placed it back under her pillow, preparing for the worst.
The soft knocking came again.
"Mom, you know there's no lock on my door", she said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. Scooting over to the edge of her bed, she swung her legs over and sat, waiting for her mother to enter.
The door opened slowly and Gale let in a sharp intake of breath as he entered and shut the door tightly behind him.
"Hello Gale", he said and smiled perfectly sanely at her before taking in the whole room with his roaming eyes. "Wow..., quite a little palace you've got here, huh?"
A white flash of painful, hot fear bolted itself through her body and she immediately felt like she wanted to cry.
"Where's my mom?", she was disgusted with herself. There was this complete stranger in her bedroom, for no apparent reason, and she was just sitting there shaking, on the verge of tears like a little kid. But there was something about this guy, something dark. He had the coldest smile she'd ever seen in her life.
"Your mom?", he smiled that cold smile again. "Oh, she got called out but she said that I could stay here for a while and get sorted out... Anyway, we don't need her, I wanted to get you all alone so we could get to know each other"
Her heart was beating fast in her chest and her throat felt drier than it ever had done in her life. "No... no..., you better go, my Dad will be home soon." She felt herself backing away, her head in a spin.
"Don't worry Gale!", he moved closer so he was standing directly infront of her shaking form, "Your father will be hours yet... you know he never gets home before seven 'o'clock.
He was right, of course he was right... but that disturbed her even more, how did he know so much? She looked directly up at him, straight into those cold, steely grey eyes. They tormented her and turned her to a quivering mass of nerves. She sat perfectly still, frozen, while he reached down and put his hand on her leg, not gentle but rough and harsh. The only thing she could do was gasp as she felt hot, stinging tears brimming in her eyes. Her heart was beating so fast and so loudly in her ears that it blocked everything else out.
"You're so beautiful", was the last thing she heard before she shut herself down completely. She was barely aware of what was happening which she later decided was probably best for her own sanity anyway.
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San Fransisco- 2002.
"Yeah, well fuck you buddy!", Kristen Taylor stuck her middle finger up lewdly at the jerk driver that had just cut her up in the diner parking lot. She reversed and angrily watched as he took the space that she had obviously been driving straight for. He grinned at her innocently and gave her the thumbs up. Sighing loudly, she decided that she really didn't have the time or the patience just then and she gave him one last cold glare before driving a bit further down and sliding into another vacant space.
The day was dazzling, bright and muggy and her head pounded profously as she made her way towards the diner and coffee bar, her usual breakfast stop. The cool, relieving air conditioning enveloped her as soon as she entered and she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling better almost immediately.
"Hey Kristy, the usual?"
"Yeah, thanks Jacques", she listened to the Frenchman talk about "the beautiful weather they were having" and other minor things as he prepared her coffee and bagels before excusing herself politely and finding the shadiest, most secluded table she could and sitting down wearily. She was exhausted. 'Definately time for a vacation' she thought as she picked up the newspaper.
She froze.
There was a small headline on the front page that immediately caught her eye and she felt a nervous knot form in her stomach as she read the story slowly, carefully, making sure she didn't miss anything out.
Nancy Weathers was dead. She tried to grasp at the thought. She'd heard a couple of days ago that Gale was in a coma but she hadn't decided whether to believe it or not yet, knowing the trash some papers would make up just to sell a few more copies. But now this. She knew perfectly well that it probably had nothing to do with what happened fifteen years ago, but that still didn't stop her from receiving an icy cold chill down her spine.
She made a decision. She had to go to L.A. Even if it didn't have anything to do with it, she had to at least try and help. Now that Nancy was dead, she was probably the only person that could help the cops, unless someone else knew...
The sound of loud laughter at another table broke her from her reverie and she glanced at her watch. "Fuck... fuck!", she muttered, realising she was late for work. Grabbing the paper and her bag, she ran from the diner, reminding herself to fill up the car, it was a long way to L.A.
Jacques watched her run out, slightly unsettled. She hadn't touched her coffee or her bagels and she'd looked extremely troubled when she'd left, not saying goodbye. That wasn't like the Kristy he'd served every day for the past four years.
Meanwhile, Kristen sat behind the wheel, not even noticing the speed she was driving. She was too busy preparing herself to come face to face with someone she hadn't met for nearly fifteen years... Someone she used to know so well.
Ta da!! I've already started Chapter 4 so expect that pretty soon, please don't forget to review (as long as it's constructive :D) I'm always looking for ways to make it better!! This chapter is in honour of Courteney's birthday that was on June 15th :) She gets more beautiful with every passing year!
Hello-diddle-oh! *lol* I FINALLY got round to writing the next part, no thanks to stupid A.S exams!!! *kicks all exams ever invented* Oh well, hope you all like it, thanks for all your positive reviews!! Keep postin' em if you want me to continue! (i like being praised, hehe:D ) This is again devoted to the divine Courteney Cox Arquette, and also a whole crazy bunch of people that live at the CCAMB *waves* I love you all!!
"Dead?!", Dewey found it hard to digest the words as the large, balding cop stood before him, talking in hushed, sobre tones. He couldn't believe that Gale's mother was dead..., he had only met her a couple of times but the woman had seemed utterly invinsible, it was then that he understood where Gale got it from. Not just dead though... murdered.
"Yeah", the cop shifted his weight and glanced down at the notepad clutched tightly in his hand. "I was wondering if you might know of any reason why anyone would want Mrs Weathers dead..., or infact why anyone would intentionally put MISS Weathers in the hospital?"
Dewey shook his head wearily and tried to breathe through the pain of the intense headache raging it's way through his temples. The last three days had been pure hell on earth. Gale still hadn't woken up although she *had* shown signs of improvement, what seemed like the world's media had taken up camp on his doorstep trying to find out all the gossip on Gale's condition, and now this...
"Don't worry Mr Riley, you're not a suspect", the cop gave him a comforting smile and lowered the notepad, "We're just tryin' to figure out what exactly is happening here."
Dewey nodded and smiled back appreciatively. He didn't want to make this cop's job any worse, he remembered all too clearly what it was like. "No, I'm sorry", he said looking the cop straight in the eye, "I honestly can't think of anyone who would do this."
"Okay", the cop smiled again and slipped his pen into his shirt pocket. "Well, thanks for your co-operation anyway Mr Riley."
"No problem."
He was alone again. The silence pressed down on him and threatened to suffocate if it wasn't broken anytime soon. He realised that before, he had been taking for granted just the sheer amount of volume and exhilaration that Gale brought to his life... now, everything seemed quiet.
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There was a soft knocking at the door.
Gale bolted upright and stared at it silently, a sudden chill taking over her. Her mother... it must be her mother, that asshole downstairs must have told him that he'd seen her. She sighed and looked out the window longingly at the people standing below, happily involved in their own little worlds, not caring that there was undoubtedly another major argument in line for the Weathers family. She closed the notepad she had clutched tightly in her hands and placed it back under her pillow, preparing for the worst.
The soft knocking came again.
"Mom, you know there's no lock on my door", she said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. Scooting over to the edge of her bed, she swung her legs over and sat, waiting for her mother to enter.
The door opened slowly and Gale let in a sharp intake of breath as he entered and shut the door tightly behind him.
"Hello Gale", he said and smiled perfectly sanely at her before taking in the whole room with his roaming eyes. "Wow..., quite a little palace you've got here, huh?"
A white flash of painful, hot fear bolted itself through her body and she immediately felt like she wanted to cry.
"Where's my mom?", she was disgusted with herself. There was this complete stranger in her bedroom, for no apparent reason, and she was just sitting there shaking, on the verge of tears like a little kid. But there was something about this guy, something dark. He had the coldest smile she'd ever seen in her life.
"Your mom?", he smiled that cold smile again. "Oh, she got called out but she said that I could stay here for a while and get sorted out... Anyway, we don't need her, I wanted to get you all alone so we could get to know each other"
Her heart was beating fast in her chest and her throat felt drier than it ever had done in her life. "No... no..., you better go, my Dad will be home soon." She felt herself backing away, her head in a spin.
"Don't worry Gale!", he moved closer so he was standing directly infront of her shaking form, "Your father will be hours yet... you know he never gets home before seven 'o'clock.
He was right, of course he was right... but that disturbed her even more, how did he know so much? She looked directly up at him, straight into those cold, steely grey eyes. They tormented her and turned her to a quivering mass of nerves. She sat perfectly still, frozen, while he reached down and put his hand on her leg, not gentle but rough and harsh. The only thing she could do was gasp as she felt hot, stinging tears brimming in her eyes. Her heart was beating so fast and so loudly in her ears that it blocked everything else out.
"You're so beautiful", was the last thing she heard before she shut herself down completely. She was barely aware of what was happening which she later decided was probably best for her own sanity anyway.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
San Fransisco- 2002.
"Yeah, well fuck you buddy!", Kristen Taylor stuck her middle finger up lewdly at the jerk driver that had just cut her up in the diner parking lot. She reversed and angrily watched as he took the space that she had obviously been driving straight for. He grinned at her innocently and gave her the thumbs up. Sighing loudly, she decided that she really didn't have the time or the patience just then and she gave him one last cold glare before driving a bit further down and sliding into another vacant space.
The day was dazzling, bright and muggy and her head pounded profously as she made her way towards the diner and coffee bar, her usual breakfast stop. The cool, relieving air conditioning enveloped her as soon as she entered and she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling better almost immediately.
"Hey Kristy, the usual?"
"Yeah, thanks Jacques", she listened to the Frenchman talk about "the beautiful weather they were having" and other minor things as he prepared her coffee and bagels before excusing herself politely and finding the shadiest, most secluded table she could and sitting down wearily. She was exhausted. 'Definately time for a vacation' she thought as she picked up the newspaper.
She froze.
There was a small headline on the front page that immediately caught her eye and she felt a nervous knot form in her stomach as she read the story slowly, carefully, making sure she didn't miss anything out.
Nancy Weathers was dead. She tried to grasp at the thought. She'd heard a couple of days ago that Gale was in a coma but she hadn't decided whether to believe it or not yet, knowing the trash some papers would make up just to sell a few more copies. But now this. She knew perfectly well that it probably had nothing to do with what happened fifteen years ago, but that still didn't stop her from receiving an icy cold chill down her spine.
She made a decision. She had to go to L.A. Even if it didn't have anything to do with it, she had to at least try and help. Now that Nancy was dead, she was probably the only person that could help the cops, unless someone else knew...
The sound of loud laughter at another table broke her from her reverie and she glanced at her watch. "Fuck... fuck!", she muttered, realising she was late for work. Grabbing the paper and her bag, she ran from the diner, reminding herself to fill up the car, it was a long way to L.A.
Jacques watched her run out, slightly unsettled. She hadn't touched her coffee or her bagels and she'd looked extremely troubled when she'd left, not saying goodbye. That wasn't like the Kristy he'd served every day for the past four years.
Meanwhile, Kristen sat behind the wheel, not even noticing the speed she was driving. She was too busy preparing herself to come face to face with someone she hadn't met for nearly fifteen years... Someone she used to know so well.
Ta da!! I've already started Chapter 4 so expect that pretty soon, please don't forget to review (as long as it's constructive :D) I'm always looking for ways to make it better!! This chapter is in honour of Courteney's birthday that was on June 15th :) She gets more beautiful with every passing year!