Disclaimer: Same old yadda yadda yadda
Nick's thoughts in italics
Sara's thoughts in bold
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"Sara, c'mon, stop crying. It's okay Sara, its okay."
"No. It's not okay. It's not going to okay either Nick. It'll never be okay. He was the only one I had. No one else likes me. Damn it Nick, no one loves me. I don't know if that is love. When I saw Elaine she was able to wear sleeveless shirts. Why can't I?"
"Sara, what exactly did Hank do to you?"
"Doesn't matter anymore." Sara said.
"Yes it does Sara."
"Why? He can't do it anymore anyways."
"That's not the point. The point is is that it happened."
"Why does it matter? Why do you care so much? It's not like this is your business or anything."
"Holy crap Sara!" Nick shouted. He pushed her off of his chest, and moved her so she was looking at him. "What the bloody hell is fucking wrong with you? I care because it is my business. You told me, now it is." Sara started to cry harder. She got up and ran to her room. She sat in the corner, rocking back and forth, her knees drawn up to her chest. Tears were pouring down her cheeks. When Nick walked into the room she started talking. "He would hit me and he'd hurt me and he'd rape me, but only above my elbows and my wrists. That's why I wear bracelets. That's what my other boyfriends would do to. So until I met Elaine I thought that that's what love was. All my boyfriends would do it, so maybe it wasn't just some weird coincident. But than I saw her and it was different for her. But I loved him." She finished. "I loved him." She repeated, looking down.
"The bastard would hit you? Sara, if he ever lays a finger on you again I'll personally brake his arm. C'mon, you're tired, lets get you into bed, okay?" Sara nodded
"Nick, I have to get changed." Sara said quietly.
"Yeah . . . I'll be right outside the door, okay?" He watched Sara nod. He walked out the door. 'God she's beautiful.' He thought. 'Whoa! This is Sara we're talking about here!' He waited for about five minutes. About then he realized that it doesn't even take a woman that long to get changed.
"Sara?" He called as he knocked on the door. When he didn't hear anything he walked inside. He couldn't see her anywhere. He heard a small noise from inside the closet.
"Please Hank. . .stop. . .please! You're hurting me! Please Hank! Stop!"
"Sara! It's okay, it's me, Nick! You're okay. Come on." He carried her out of the closet and placed her onto the bed. She curled up into a ball and rolled onto her side, she hugged her knees, crying softly.
"I just wished that somebody loved me." She whimpered. 'I wish that Nick loves me'
"We all love you Sara. Me, Warrick, Greg, Dr Robbins, Jim, Catherine, Grissom, all of us! Don't fool yourself Sara."
"I mean actually loves me."
"And someone does." Nick said. "I do." *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Okay. Cliff hanger, oh well. I know that on the official website it says that her parents are ex-hippies, but hell. I DON'T CARE!! How are you an ex- hippie anyway? That's whack.
"No. It's not okay. It's not going to okay either Nick. It'll never be okay. He was the only one I had. No one else likes me. Damn it Nick, no one loves me. I don't know if that is love. When I saw Elaine she was able to wear sleeveless shirts. Why can't I?"
"Sara, what exactly did Hank do to you?"
"Doesn't matter anymore." Sara said.
"Yes it does Sara."
"Why? He can't do it anymore anyways."
"That's not the point. The point is is that it happened."
"Why does it matter? Why do you care so much? It's not like this is your business or anything."
"Holy crap Sara!" Nick shouted. He pushed her off of his chest, and moved her so she was looking at him. "What the bloody hell is fucking wrong with you? I care because it is my business. You told me, now it is." Sara started to cry harder. She got up and ran to her room. She sat in the corner, rocking back and forth, her knees drawn up to her chest. Tears were pouring down her cheeks. When Nick walked into the room she started talking. "He would hit me and he'd hurt me and he'd rape me, but only above my elbows and my wrists. That's why I wear bracelets. That's what my other boyfriends would do to. So until I met Elaine I thought that that's what love was. All my boyfriends would do it, so maybe it wasn't just some weird coincident. But than I saw her and it was different for her. But I loved him." She finished. "I loved him." She repeated, looking down.
"The bastard would hit you? Sara, if he ever lays a finger on you again I'll personally brake his arm. C'mon, you're tired, lets get you into bed, okay?" Sara nodded
"Nick, I have to get changed." Sara said quietly.
"Yeah . . . I'll be right outside the door, okay?" He watched Sara nod. He walked out the door. 'God she's beautiful.' He thought. 'Whoa! This is Sara we're talking about here!' He waited for about five minutes. About then he realized that it doesn't even take a woman that long to get changed.
"Sara?" He called as he knocked on the door. When he didn't hear anything he walked inside. He couldn't see her anywhere. He heard a small noise from inside the closet.
"Please Hank. . .stop. . .please! You're hurting me! Please Hank! Stop!"
"Sara! It's okay, it's me, Nick! You're okay. Come on." He carried her out of the closet and placed her onto the bed. She curled up into a ball and rolled onto her side, she hugged her knees, crying softly.
"I just wished that somebody loved me." She whimpered. 'I wish that Nick loves me'
"We all love you Sara. Me, Warrick, Greg, Dr Robbins, Jim, Catherine, Grissom, all of us! Don't fool yourself Sara."
"I mean actually loves me."
"And someone does." Nick said. "I do." *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Okay. Cliff hanger, oh well. I know that on the official website it says that her parents are ex-hippies, but hell. I DON'T CARE!! How are you an ex- hippie anyway? That's whack.
