Hey kids. Sorry it took so long to update. I had most of this written,
but then with Christmas and all, I forgot to finish it. ( So here you go.
Hopefully I'll be writing more often. (
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I blinked my eyes a few times as the beeping stopped, and I saw the worried face of Jareth O'Roarke staring at me as his hand on my arm held me steady. I turned, confused, to see Kathy sitting there with an upset, terrified look on her face as she spoke on her cell phone.
"You're drunk again, aren't you Jeff?" she practically sobbed into the phone. Both Jareth and I looked at her, his hand still on my arm. "You promised me that you would never drink again." Tears trailed down her cheeks and I held her hand, silently telling her I cared. She squeezed my hand and in obvious agony said into her phone, "I be there to pick you up in ten minutes," and clicked off the phone.
"Oh hun, don't go," I begged her. "You know he'll just do this again and again until you get rid of him. He's no good for you. I don't want you to get hurt again sweetie." She smiled a touch at me, more of the bitter, wounded kind than the yippy-skippy kind.
"You know I can't Sarah," she said in her soft little voice. "I know I should, but I never can. I love him too much. Besides, he says it'll all change once he gets this promotion at work!" Her voice went a bit desperate at the end, and she squeezed my hand till it was numb.
"You know it won't, Kath," I told her softly. "It's always like this. We work with this hundreds of times a day. He'll never stop, he'll never quit. No matter how much money he makes, and how sorry he is, he's just gonna keep doing this."
She nodded jerkily, and shaken, stood up and grabbed her things. "I..I have to go." Her voice quivered, and she was still clutching my hand. "He's waiting for me. I have to go." She turned to leave and headed for the door.
I called out to her, "Gimme a call if you need anything. Anything at all." I saw her nod her head a bit as she pushed her way out the door onto the now pouring rain.
I sighed and turned back to Jareth, whose hand was still on my arm. He looked at me questioningly. "Her boyfriend is abusive," I explained. "He's a no good piece of shit, and I haven't been able to get her to leave him or call the cops on him yet."
He nodded solemnly, but, seeing his hand still on my arm, I motioned to it and he let go, seeming as though he had completely forgotten it was there.
"Well then why don't you call the cops for her?" he questioned me in a worried, yet polite manner.
"Because if I call the cops and tell them what's going on, they'll need to talk to Kathy as well, and when I tried before, she just clamed up and denied everything. Said she fell down a flight of stairs and broke a leg, an arm, and bruised her arms in the shape of a man's hands," I broke off, my voice bitter and upset and took a sip of water.
Jareth O'Roarke ran his hand comfortingly up and down my arm as I stared into the glass and attempted to regain my sense of composure. After a moment, I shook myself and sat up straight again, knocking his hand off my arm in the process.
"So what line of work are you in?"
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I blinked my eyes a few times as the beeping stopped, and I saw the worried face of Jareth O'Roarke staring at me as his hand on my arm held me steady. I turned, confused, to see Kathy sitting there with an upset, terrified look on her face as she spoke on her cell phone.
"You're drunk again, aren't you Jeff?" she practically sobbed into the phone. Both Jareth and I looked at her, his hand still on my arm. "You promised me that you would never drink again." Tears trailed down her cheeks and I held her hand, silently telling her I cared. She squeezed my hand and in obvious agony said into her phone, "I be there to pick you up in ten minutes," and clicked off the phone.
"Oh hun, don't go," I begged her. "You know he'll just do this again and again until you get rid of him. He's no good for you. I don't want you to get hurt again sweetie." She smiled a touch at me, more of the bitter, wounded kind than the yippy-skippy kind.
"You know I can't Sarah," she said in her soft little voice. "I know I should, but I never can. I love him too much. Besides, he says it'll all change once he gets this promotion at work!" Her voice went a bit desperate at the end, and she squeezed my hand till it was numb.
"You know it won't, Kath," I told her softly. "It's always like this. We work with this hundreds of times a day. He'll never stop, he'll never quit. No matter how much money he makes, and how sorry he is, he's just gonna keep doing this."
She nodded jerkily, and shaken, stood up and grabbed her things. "I..I have to go." Her voice quivered, and she was still clutching my hand. "He's waiting for me. I have to go." She turned to leave and headed for the door.
I called out to her, "Gimme a call if you need anything. Anything at all." I saw her nod her head a bit as she pushed her way out the door onto the now pouring rain.
I sighed and turned back to Jareth, whose hand was still on my arm. He looked at me questioningly. "Her boyfriend is abusive," I explained. "He's a no good piece of shit, and I haven't been able to get her to leave him or call the cops on him yet."
He nodded solemnly, but, seeing his hand still on my arm, I motioned to it and he let go, seeming as though he had completely forgotten it was there.
"Well then why don't you call the cops for her?" he questioned me in a worried, yet polite manner.
"Because if I call the cops and tell them what's going on, they'll need to talk to Kathy as well, and when I tried before, she just clamed up and denied everything. Said she fell down a flight of stairs and broke a leg, an arm, and bruised her arms in the shape of a man's hands," I broke off, my voice bitter and upset and took a sip of water.
Jareth O'Roarke ran his hand comfortingly up and down my arm as I stared into the glass and attempted to regain my sense of composure. After a moment, I shook myself and sat up straight again, knocking his hand off my arm in the process.
"So what line of work are you in?"