REFLECTIONS
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 25 years
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
CHAPTER 15
Frank thought about that night, there were just some things that your child and best friend didn't need to know about. Even though it happened twenty- five years ago, it was as vivid as if it happened today.
Frank saw the drastic change in her demur, in his line of work; he was trained to pick up on every body move. She was definitely hiding something and it scared her to the very core of her existence.
She finished her dinner and got up to clear her dishes when he said, "Leave it, I'll take care of it later."
"No, I want to help you clean up before I have to leave." She said.
This was not turning out as he had planned, so he had to regroup and come at her from a different perspective. He got up and started to clear the table.
She was running soapy water in the sink when he entered. The close proximity was putting her on edge. Edge for the sexual tension or what may happen if he tried something, either way she was flirting with disaster.
He put away the leftovers and then walked behind her, reaching around to place the dirty dishes in the sink. Samantha tried to remain calm, but she was starting to hype ventilate and once that started, heaven help them.
Frank noticed her body get very tense and her breathing change. He instinctively knew it wasn't from sexual tension but cold fear. To lighten up the mood, he grabbed some soapsuds and threw them at her. Instinctively she retaliated with her own and the 'soapsuds fight' began. One thing led to another before either realized Frank had her up against the wall, her arms captured above her exposing her body to his. He leaned into her to kiss her when he got the shock.
Panic set in on Samantha as soon as Frank pinned her to the wall and held her arms above her head. As he leaned to kiss her, a memory of Julio flashed and in an instance her knee came up to connect with his groin. He was taken by surprise; let her go to grab his throbbing crotch when she continued to assault him. She grabbed him in a headlock and brought her knee up to connect with his chest. The last move was to bring him in a forward motion and kick him in the kidneys to bring him to the ground.
Frank was experience not only pain but also confusion. He had to gain control of the situation before she beat the shit out of him. He realized she was working on pure adrenaline and managed to scream her name.
Though the fog in her mind, she heard her name for an instance the visions stopped. Slowly she recognized the accent of the voice and reality started to come back to her. She looked towards where the voice was coming from and saw Frank on the kitchen floor doubled over in pain.
She raised her hand to her mouth, the very thing she was afraid of happened and the tears were blinding her now. She had to get away but she also had to make sure he was ok.
She bent down and said, "Oh Frank, I am so sorry." She tentatively touched his brow and wiped the sweat away.
He managed to sit up and when she saw he was going to be okay, she bolted for her purse and the door. Frank knew what she was doing and gathered all strength to reach the door before she did.
She grabbed her purse and headed for the door, but Frank was standing there to block her passage.
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 25 years
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
CHAPTER 15
Frank thought about that night, there were just some things that your child and best friend didn't need to know about. Even though it happened twenty- five years ago, it was as vivid as if it happened today.
Frank saw the drastic change in her demur, in his line of work; he was trained to pick up on every body move. She was definitely hiding something and it scared her to the very core of her existence.
She finished her dinner and got up to clear her dishes when he said, "Leave it, I'll take care of it later."
"No, I want to help you clean up before I have to leave." She said.
This was not turning out as he had planned, so he had to regroup and come at her from a different perspective. He got up and started to clear the table.
She was running soapy water in the sink when he entered. The close proximity was putting her on edge. Edge for the sexual tension or what may happen if he tried something, either way she was flirting with disaster.
He put away the leftovers and then walked behind her, reaching around to place the dirty dishes in the sink. Samantha tried to remain calm, but she was starting to hype ventilate and once that started, heaven help them.
Frank noticed her body get very tense and her breathing change. He instinctively knew it wasn't from sexual tension but cold fear. To lighten up the mood, he grabbed some soapsuds and threw them at her. Instinctively she retaliated with her own and the 'soapsuds fight' began. One thing led to another before either realized Frank had her up against the wall, her arms captured above her exposing her body to his. He leaned into her to kiss her when he got the shock.
Panic set in on Samantha as soon as Frank pinned her to the wall and held her arms above her head. As he leaned to kiss her, a memory of Julio flashed and in an instance her knee came up to connect with his groin. He was taken by surprise; let her go to grab his throbbing crotch when she continued to assault him. She grabbed him in a headlock and brought her knee up to connect with his chest. The last move was to bring him in a forward motion and kick him in the kidneys to bring him to the ground.
Frank was experience not only pain but also confusion. He had to gain control of the situation before she beat the shit out of him. He realized she was working on pure adrenaline and managed to scream her name.
Though the fog in her mind, she heard her name for an instance the visions stopped. Slowly she recognized the accent of the voice and reality started to come back to her. She looked towards where the voice was coming from and saw Frank on the kitchen floor doubled over in pain.
She raised her hand to her mouth, the very thing she was afraid of happened and the tears were blinding her now. She had to get away but she also had to make sure he was ok.
She bent down and said, "Oh Frank, I am so sorry." She tentatively touched his brow and wiped the sweat away.
He managed to sit up and when she saw he was going to be okay, she bolted for her purse and the door. Frank knew what she was doing and gathered all strength to reach the door before she did.
She grabbed her purse and headed for the door, but Frank was standing there to block her passage.