A/N: Togemon, I'll take your advice and read one of those books
sometime... thank you for reviewing the third chapter! And... thank you
angelofsin for your nice review to this story! Don't stop the progress! I
think I'm on a role. Two reviewers! ENJOY!! :):):):)
MONICA
He doesn't love me.
I really did know it... I wasn't expecting anything different. I spilled my heart to him and he told me to leave. Typical. I don't feel anything. Maybe it takes a while for the numb feeling to wear off before heartbreak starts. I hope it won't hurt too much.
But I still want to be around him... Just his presence is comforting. What would it take to be around him? How could I manage that? I would never try to make him do anything against his own will, and he wants nothing to do with me, so anything concerning us is pretty much hopeless.
Hopelessness. What a horrible feeling. Feeling nothing at all is worse. But that's feeling something then, isn't it?
Maybe I do feel something. Maybe I'm losing myself.
I would do anything to have him here. I would do anything at all. Love is an obsession. You cannot just tell yourself not to love somebody. I wish I could control it. I wish I could love somebody closer to home. I wish I could love somebody else. But I can control nothing. And I love Percy Wetmore.
If I can't have Percy here, I'll just have to go to him.
* * * * * * * * * *
"And your name is?"
Monica sat in a room in front of a large, jaunty man in plaid, who leaned back casually in his chair at a desk. He sucked on a cigar between his teeth while he talked, and he had the oddest glare...
"Monica Gilbert," she replied confidently.
"And what experience do you have?" the man asked.
"Three years on the Abbeville police force," Monica lied truthfully, letting her eyes wander to a paper with the name Tim Hoover across it. "Tim Hoover, was it?"
"Pleasure to meet you," he said carelessly. "And you completed the training course?"
"Um, yeah... I have my record right here." Monica gave Tim the paper that told her time of completion for the obstacle course she had to go through in order to have the chance to meet with Mr. Hoover.
Two days after she had her confrontation with Percy, Monica had decided to try to join the police force at Cold Mountain Prison. And it wasn't easy. She went there first to find out the requirements for the job, then typed up her resume. After that, she went to one man, who directed her to someone that could time her for the obstacle course. In high doubts, the timer had set her off, and she did a remarkable job. Monica always was pretty athletic, thank God. After the timer jotted down her scores, she went to Tim Hoover.
"Erm.. right," Tim mumbled as he did a little double take after reading Monica's time. "Remarkable for a woman... Yes, well - you did come at a good time. Just yesterday two of our policemen quit the job; moving across the country I hear. Better benefits. To me, that's a load of dung. You won't find any better benefits there than here, and if you do, it's a scam! A scam, I tell you."
"Ah yes," Monica agreed, nodding politely, but scooting inconspicuously further away all the while.
"What the hell, you got the job," Tim grunted, leaning forward to shake Monica's hand. "I'm desperate. Not that I just need you here for desperation... not at all. We'd like to be a model police force, and how greater than with a few women on the team? Yes, it's not too common, and the first women with legal arresting rights was what, merely twenty years ago? Things are progressing slowly, but mark my words, there will be more of you coming along later. And I'll be there to tell them so."
"Sorry," Monica murmured as she took his hand and he shook her arm rather violently, "But tell who so?"
"The press, o' course!" Tim bellowed. "The press! They deny the rights of women, which I respect, see. I think with a bit of practice and experience, women could be as great as men around here! I'll start you with a nice guarding job; nothing fancy. Perfect to start you off. We'll give you B block; the people there are mighty nice. The prisoners really did nothing too raunchy... no, not like those freaky inmates on E block."
"Thank you, sir," Monica sighed, pulling her hand out of Tim's sweaty grasp. "I won't let you down."
"There's a good girl!" Tim guffawed, showing her the door. "Now, I'll get Jerry to show you your desk; the one our last man on B block left behind when he went off to California. If you favor desks next to cells, you're in luck. You can keep an eye on those inmates all right. I think Jerry could lend you some of his books if you get bored, but I'm sure you have some of your own... I don't suppose a lady like you enjoys poker, now."
Monica just blinked. She didn't know how to respond.
"Okay, then!" Tim clapped once. "You can pick up a uniform down the hall, room 12 - you can't miss it. The door is red. There's a guy there named Bud, he can find you a nice small one. You can start your work tomorrow. We'll give you a schedule for work."
"Thank you, sir," Monica repeated as she was shown out the door a second time.
Striding down the hall, she knew she would like her new job. If she ever ran into someone she knew - which she was bound to, she would probably love it. She would probably love her job very much...
A/N: Interesting, eh? My first thought for Monica was for her to kill someone and then go to prison for it, but then I figured if I went through with that, it wouldn't be realistic at all. Not to go into too much detail, I decided to make the story a more happy one and go with the idea of Monica working at Cold Mountain Prison. And by the way; just so you know, the first woman on a police force to legally arrest someone, did so in 1911. I think. Eheheh. ENJOY!! :) :) :)
MONICA
He doesn't love me.
I really did know it... I wasn't expecting anything different. I spilled my heart to him and he told me to leave. Typical. I don't feel anything. Maybe it takes a while for the numb feeling to wear off before heartbreak starts. I hope it won't hurt too much.
But I still want to be around him... Just his presence is comforting. What would it take to be around him? How could I manage that? I would never try to make him do anything against his own will, and he wants nothing to do with me, so anything concerning us is pretty much hopeless.
Hopelessness. What a horrible feeling. Feeling nothing at all is worse. But that's feeling something then, isn't it?
Maybe I do feel something. Maybe I'm losing myself.
I would do anything to have him here. I would do anything at all. Love is an obsession. You cannot just tell yourself not to love somebody. I wish I could control it. I wish I could love somebody closer to home. I wish I could love somebody else. But I can control nothing. And I love Percy Wetmore.
If I can't have Percy here, I'll just have to go to him.
* * * * * * * * * *
"And your name is?"
Monica sat in a room in front of a large, jaunty man in plaid, who leaned back casually in his chair at a desk. He sucked on a cigar between his teeth while he talked, and he had the oddest glare...
"Monica Gilbert," she replied confidently.
"And what experience do you have?" the man asked.
"Three years on the Abbeville police force," Monica lied truthfully, letting her eyes wander to a paper with the name Tim Hoover across it. "Tim Hoover, was it?"
"Pleasure to meet you," he said carelessly. "And you completed the training course?"
"Um, yeah... I have my record right here." Monica gave Tim the paper that told her time of completion for the obstacle course she had to go through in order to have the chance to meet with Mr. Hoover.
Two days after she had her confrontation with Percy, Monica had decided to try to join the police force at Cold Mountain Prison. And it wasn't easy. She went there first to find out the requirements for the job, then typed up her resume. After that, she went to one man, who directed her to someone that could time her for the obstacle course. In high doubts, the timer had set her off, and she did a remarkable job. Monica always was pretty athletic, thank God. After the timer jotted down her scores, she went to Tim Hoover.
"Erm.. right," Tim mumbled as he did a little double take after reading Monica's time. "Remarkable for a woman... Yes, well - you did come at a good time. Just yesterday two of our policemen quit the job; moving across the country I hear. Better benefits. To me, that's a load of dung. You won't find any better benefits there than here, and if you do, it's a scam! A scam, I tell you."
"Ah yes," Monica agreed, nodding politely, but scooting inconspicuously further away all the while.
"What the hell, you got the job," Tim grunted, leaning forward to shake Monica's hand. "I'm desperate. Not that I just need you here for desperation... not at all. We'd like to be a model police force, and how greater than with a few women on the team? Yes, it's not too common, and the first women with legal arresting rights was what, merely twenty years ago? Things are progressing slowly, but mark my words, there will be more of you coming along later. And I'll be there to tell them so."
"Sorry," Monica murmured as she took his hand and he shook her arm rather violently, "But tell who so?"
"The press, o' course!" Tim bellowed. "The press! They deny the rights of women, which I respect, see. I think with a bit of practice and experience, women could be as great as men around here! I'll start you with a nice guarding job; nothing fancy. Perfect to start you off. We'll give you B block; the people there are mighty nice. The prisoners really did nothing too raunchy... no, not like those freaky inmates on E block."
"Thank you, sir," Monica sighed, pulling her hand out of Tim's sweaty grasp. "I won't let you down."
"There's a good girl!" Tim guffawed, showing her the door. "Now, I'll get Jerry to show you your desk; the one our last man on B block left behind when he went off to California. If you favor desks next to cells, you're in luck. You can keep an eye on those inmates all right. I think Jerry could lend you some of his books if you get bored, but I'm sure you have some of your own... I don't suppose a lady like you enjoys poker, now."
Monica just blinked. She didn't know how to respond.
"Okay, then!" Tim clapped once. "You can pick up a uniform down the hall, room 12 - you can't miss it. The door is red. There's a guy there named Bud, he can find you a nice small one. You can start your work tomorrow. We'll give you a schedule for work."
"Thank you, sir," Monica repeated as she was shown out the door a second time.
Striding down the hall, she knew she would like her new job. If she ever ran into someone she knew - which she was bound to, she would probably love it. She would probably love her job very much...
A/N: Interesting, eh? My first thought for Monica was for her to kill someone and then go to prison for it, but then I figured if I went through with that, it wouldn't be realistic at all. Not to go into too much detail, I decided to make the story a more happy one and go with the idea of Monica working at Cold Mountain Prison. And by the way; just so you know, the first woman on a police force to legally arrest someone, did so in 1911. I think. Eheheh. ENJOY!! :) :) :)