Okay, let's just get one thing straight. It's fiction, it didn't happen. I
also don't think Danny should've died, so I think he'll live in my story.
If you like it tell me, if you don't, then you can tell me that, too. I
also don't own any character's from Pearl Harbor, including Josh or Danny.
(Though I'd REALLY like to!) Enjoy. Oh, and italics mean flashback.
The wind whipped as the girl hurried through the dark streets, desperately clutching her cloak to suck in some warmth. Her hand shook as she touched her bruised face. How was she going to explain this to the girls?
"Please, Shane, I'm sorry!" the girl managed to choke out, as another blow assaulted her.
"Sorry? You're sorry!? WHY weren't you here when you said you'd be? You said five, and it's five fifteen! You'd better have a DAMN good exuse!"
Finally, a break from the constant pain. "It was icy, I had to walk a little slower. And I had to help the girls clean up after work. I didn't mean to be late, Shane, really." She flinched when he laughed, then kicked her.
"You're always sorry, you know that? Well, you'd better get up. I don't want your blood staining my floor. Why don't you clean it up while you're at it."
"Yes, Shane," the girl whispered, as she got up to clean the mess.
She shook her head, and laughed bitterly to herself. She angrily wiped at the tears that streamed down her face, as she walked up the stairs to the house where she was living with the other Navy Nurses. 'Maybe if I'm lucky, they'll be asleep so I can clean myself up a little.' She thought to herself.
She saw a light down the hall, and sighed as she got ready to tell another story of how she'd fallen on the ice.
The wind whipped as the girl hurried through the dark streets, desperately clutching her cloak to suck in some warmth. Her hand shook as she touched her bruised face. How was she going to explain this to the girls?
"Please, Shane, I'm sorry!" the girl managed to choke out, as another blow assaulted her.
"Sorry? You're sorry!? WHY weren't you here when you said you'd be? You said five, and it's five fifteen! You'd better have a DAMN good exuse!"
Finally, a break from the constant pain. "It was icy, I had to walk a little slower. And I had to help the girls clean up after work. I didn't mean to be late, Shane, really." She flinched when he laughed, then kicked her.
"You're always sorry, you know that? Well, you'd better get up. I don't want your blood staining my floor. Why don't you clean it up while you're at it."
"Yes, Shane," the girl whispered, as she got up to clean the mess.
She shook her head, and laughed bitterly to herself. She angrily wiped at the tears that streamed down her face, as she walked up the stairs to the house where she was living with the other Navy Nurses. 'Maybe if I'm lucky, they'll be asleep so I can clean myself up a little.' She thought to herself.
She saw a light down the hall, and sighed as she got ready to tell another story of how she'd fallen on the ice.