Angry All The Time
Chapter 20/20
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star
I think this is the end of this fic. Not to worry, there will be a sequel coming soon. ;) So keep your eyes peeled. I'll let you know in the summary that it is the sequel when it makes its debut.
Chapter 20
*~Simon~*
I jumped at the sound of the phone, my cell phone. The caller ID came up unavailable and my heart raced. Could it be Tory? Dear God, please let it be Tory. "Hello?" My voice shook like an adolescent.
"Simon." She only said my name and it didn't even sound like her voice but I knew it was her.
"Tory! Thank God! Where are you? Where's Lucy? Kevin?"
"They're here. Kevin's on the floor. I shot him." She sounded like a robot.
I looked at Sergeant Michaels. He nodded, I nodded. He said something to Ruthie, but I didn't listen. I headed to his squad car and he followed after speaking to my sister. He must have told Ruthie to stay behind with the kids and Officer Powell.
"Is he...Tory, is he dead?"
"I...I don't know." Her voice shook like she might cry. I wanted to be with her, holding her, reassuring her, feeling my hands in her hair. I almost hoped she had killed him, because he deserved no less than death. But not at her hands. Please God, I said in my mind in spite of myself and all the awful things he had done, don't let him die. Don't make my Tory a murderer, even if he deserves it.
"It's okay, Tory. It's okay. Where are you? Tell me where you are, and I'll come get you."
She made a desperate kind of sound in her throat like she didn't know. "It's the Golden Star Motel. I don't know what room."
"It's okay, I'll find you."
I heard Lucy yell out "Twelve" from the background. "It's room twelve," Tory said. "Please hurry, Simon."
"I'm on my way, baby. It won't take long. I'm with Sergeant Michaels." As if that was his cue, Sergeant Michaels turned on the siren so we could speed past the traffic. "I want to stay on the phone with you until I get there."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
How Ironic that a song called "Angry All The Time" would come on the radio. I looked at Sergeant Michaels and he nodded without a word. I shut off the radio.
"We're almost there, Tory. I can see the sign for the motel."
"Please hurry, Simon." She sounded so small. I heard Lucy in the background yell 'Stay down!'. So Kevin wasn't dead. I guess that was good. Michaels had assured me neither of the girls would go to prison if they killed Kevin, but they would have to live with the reality of it every day.
"Over there!" I pointed toward the door displaying '12' in old rusted, almost unreadable numbers, and Sergeant Michaels directed the car that way. I didn't even wait for him to stop the car before I was out, ignoring his request that I stay put until backup arrived and the area could be secured.
Tory opened the door and the phone fell to the ground behind her. I shoved my phone in my pocket and caught her in my arms. Her tears felt hot on the skin of my neck, but I didn't care. I held her tight against me and walked her away from the door.
"I love you," I said softly because I needed to say it, to put those words in the air around us.
"I love you too, Simon," Tory whispered.
I wanted to ask her what happened in there, in that room, with Kevin, but I sensed that she needed this time to just relax, to hold me and be with me. And the cops would gill her for every detail soon enough, especially since she had shot Kevin.
Lucy didn't come out until Sergeant Michaels came in. For a moment she stood by the door, squinting in the sunlight, and she shivered in the afternoon heat. I put on arm out to invite her to join Tory and me, which she did.
"The kids are fine. All of them. Vincent is the only one who knows what's going on and I asked him to take care of the other kids. Ruthie is with them, and Officer Powell."
Lucy nodded and rubbed her stomach. "Thank you, Simon."
I brought Lucy into the circle of my arms and just held them both. I looked up to the sky, and gave a silent thank you to God, because both my wife and my sister were alive and Kevin Kinkirk would finally get what was coming to him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, dear readers, this is the end of Angry All The Time!!! *Pats self on the back* This is the first fan fiction story I have ever finished! I am so proud! Yay me!
I'm also offering a pat on the back to each of you who has been riding this roller coaster with me. I'm sad to see Angry end, but the healing processes should be given their own heading at ff.net. And so it shall be. Keep your eyes open and your browsers pointed to ff.net in the days to come...I doubt I'll get to it this weekend, but one night soon, very soon!
Thanks again for reading. You guys are the best. Please R/R, it means so much to me. Thanks! I appreciate you all! ~Lucky Star (JjsLuckyStar@aol.com
Chapter 20/20
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star
I think this is the end of this fic. Not to worry, there will be a sequel coming soon. ;) So keep your eyes peeled. I'll let you know in the summary that it is the sequel when it makes its debut.
Chapter 20
*~Simon~*
I jumped at the sound of the phone, my cell phone. The caller ID came up unavailable and my heart raced. Could it be Tory? Dear God, please let it be Tory. "Hello?" My voice shook like an adolescent.
"Simon." She only said my name and it didn't even sound like her voice but I knew it was her.
"Tory! Thank God! Where are you? Where's Lucy? Kevin?"
"They're here. Kevin's on the floor. I shot him." She sounded like a robot.
I looked at Sergeant Michaels. He nodded, I nodded. He said something to Ruthie, but I didn't listen. I headed to his squad car and he followed after speaking to my sister. He must have told Ruthie to stay behind with the kids and Officer Powell.
"Is he...Tory, is he dead?"
"I...I don't know." Her voice shook like she might cry. I wanted to be with her, holding her, reassuring her, feeling my hands in her hair. I almost hoped she had killed him, because he deserved no less than death. But not at her hands. Please God, I said in my mind in spite of myself and all the awful things he had done, don't let him die. Don't make my Tory a murderer, even if he deserves it.
"It's okay, Tory. It's okay. Where are you? Tell me where you are, and I'll come get you."
She made a desperate kind of sound in her throat like she didn't know. "It's the Golden Star Motel. I don't know what room."
"It's okay, I'll find you."
I heard Lucy yell out "Twelve" from the background. "It's room twelve," Tory said. "Please hurry, Simon."
"I'm on my way, baby. It won't take long. I'm with Sergeant Michaels." As if that was his cue, Sergeant Michaels turned on the siren so we could speed past the traffic. "I want to stay on the phone with you until I get there."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
How Ironic that a song called "Angry All The Time" would come on the radio. I looked at Sergeant Michaels and he nodded without a word. I shut off the radio.
"We're almost there, Tory. I can see the sign for the motel."
"Please hurry, Simon." She sounded so small. I heard Lucy in the background yell 'Stay down!'. So Kevin wasn't dead. I guess that was good. Michaels had assured me neither of the girls would go to prison if they killed Kevin, but they would have to live with the reality of it every day.
"Over there!" I pointed toward the door displaying '12' in old rusted, almost unreadable numbers, and Sergeant Michaels directed the car that way. I didn't even wait for him to stop the car before I was out, ignoring his request that I stay put until backup arrived and the area could be secured.
Tory opened the door and the phone fell to the ground behind her. I shoved my phone in my pocket and caught her in my arms. Her tears felt hot on the skin of my neck, but I didn't care. I held her tight against me and walked her away from the door.
"I love you," I said softly because I needed to say it, to put those words in the air around us.
"I love you too, Simon," Tory whispered.
I wanted to ask her what happened in there, in that room, with Kevin, but I sensed that she needed this time to just relax, to hold me and be with me. And the cops would gill her for every detail soon enough, especially since she had shot Kevin.
Lucy didn't come out until Sergeant Michaels came in. For a moment she stood by the door, squinting in the sunlight, and she shivered in the afternoon heat. I put on arm out to invite her to join Tory and me, which she did.
"The kids are fine. All of them. Vincent is the only one who knows what's going on and I asked him to take care of the other kids. Ruthie is with them, and Officer Powell."
Lucy nodded and rubbed her stomach. "Thank you, Simon."
I brought Lucy into the circle of my arms and just held them both. I looked up to the sky, and gave a silent thank you to God, because both my wife and my sister were alive and Kevin Kinkirk would finally get what was coming to him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, dear readers, this is the end of Angry All The Time!!! *Pats self on the back* This is the first fan fiction story I have ever finished! I am so proud! Yay me!
I'm also offering a pat on the back to each of you who has been riding this roller coaster with me. I'm sad to see Angry end, but the healing processes should be given their own heading at ff.net. And so it shall be. Keep your eyes open and your browsers pointed to ff.net in the days to come...I doubt I'll get to it this weekend, but one night soon, very soon!
Thanks again for reading. You guys are the best. Please R/R, it means so much to me. Thanks! I appreciate you all! ~Lucky Star (JjsLuckyStar@aol.com
