Harm sighed and walked into his loft. He picked up a photo of him and Mac and sank down onto the couch. He traced her features with his fingertips. "Please don't shut me out, Ninja-Girl..please." He closed his eyes. "Who would do this to you?" He kept picturing the fear in her eyes.the hurt and pain. //I can't believe she thought I'd hurt her.I'd NEVER hurt her. She has to know that.// He sighed and rested his head on the back of the couch. "Call me. Let me help you get through this." He almost jumped out of his skin when his phone began to ring.
PART 8
Harm leapt off the couch and ran for the phone. He had almost reached it when he found himself tripping and tumbling to the ground. "Shit," he groaned and pushed himself back up, kicking his attacker. "Damn suitcase." He grumbled and grabbed the phone. "Hello?" There was no answer. "Hello?" There was still no response. "Mac?"
"Is this.Harmon Rabb Jr.?" A lady asked.
"Yes?" Harm's heart started to pound. //Oh God, something happened to her.//
"Hello, Mr. Rabb. This is a courtesy call. Are you happy with your long distance service?"
"I.excuse me?" He shook his head. "My service is fine.don't call here again." He slammed the phone down and made his way back to the couch. He knelt down and picked up the picture of him and Mac that fell to the floor in his hurry to get to the phone. His heart almost stopped when he turned the picture over, revealing the shattered image of Sarah Mackenzie. When the picture fell, the glass protecting the photo broke, but only on her side of the picture. Harm slowly closed his eyes. //Whoever did this to her will pay.//
MAC'S APARTMENT TWO HOURS LATER
Mac sat on the floor of her shower, shivering uncontrollably, the bottle in her hand now half empty. The water had gotten cold awhile ago, although she couldn't say how long. In fact, she had no clue what time it was, the alcohol throwing off her internal clock. She took another gulp, her teeth chattering. Even now, she could still feel his weight on top of her, she could still see the hate in his eyes, smell his sweat, feel his hot breath on her skin.She shuddered and took yet another gulp, gradually feeling the numbing sensation taking over.
She slowly stood up and turned off the water before heading into her bedroom, bottle in hand. She pulled on a pair of pajamas and went to the living room, curling up on the couch. She sat in the dark, her blanket wrapped tightly around her. She wanted to run to Harm, but how could she? Every time she saw him, the only thing she could think about was the night before. And even if she could get over that, if he found out that she'd turned to alcohol.she didn't want to see that look in his eyes.
The phone ringing pulled her out of her thoughts, but she let it continue to ring until the machine picked up.
"Mac, it's me." Harm's voice came over the line. "Please pick up. Just let me know you're okay? Don't shut me out. Let me help you, please. Mac.pick up." He's silent for a few moments. "Okay, well, maybe you're getting some sleep or something. Call me.I don't care what time it is. I'm here for you. You don't have to go through this alone." He says softly and hangs up.
Mac took another large gulp, her eyes filling with tears. She wanted to let him in, but she just couldn't. She took another gulp before setting the bottle aside and curling up, letting herself fall into an alcohol induced sleep, too numb to dream.
MEANWHILE HARM'S APARTMENT
Harm sighed softly and hung the phone back up. He knew she wouldn't pick up, but a part of him still hoped that she would. That she'd reach out to him. He lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. //What if that creep got her pregnant? She doesn't remember if whoever it was used anything. If he did and if she is.and wants to keep it, how would we get through it? Every time she looks at me, they're that slight hesitation, like she's trying to make sure she's safe. But, I know if she's let me.I'd be there for her. But seeing as she's already pushing me away, I highly doubt she'd turn to me for support.//
He sighed softly and flipped over onto his stomach, burying his face into the pillow. //Something's really wrong, I can feel it.// He allowed himself to fall into a light sleep, ready to answer the phone immediately should she call.