We kissed with so much passion. We both had our hands on the other persons face. I didn't want to let go of that and I don't think that Harm did either. All of the JAG people came out to congratulate us on my staying. Out of nowhere, a man tackled Harm and they started to beat the living crap out of each other.
"HARM! Stop it!"
AJ, Bud, and I were trying to pull them apart.
"What is this all about?"
"What are you doing kissing my fiance'?"
"Fiance'? What is he talking about, Mac?"
"I told you Nick! We were done. We've been done since you beat the living crap out of me a couple of weeks ago."
"I never hit you that hard."
"I was in the emergency room with 2 busted ribs!"
"That wasn't me."
"Sure it wasn't. Let me see your arms."
"What? No."
"Let me see your arms or I will pull them out myself."
Nick stuck his arms out. He had track marks up and down them. He was a part of my evil past.
"You're high. You don't remember anything. What drug of choice was it this time? Speed? Heroin? Crack?"
"None."
"Don't lie to me, Nick. I know what it looks like when someone's been using. These track marks are still fresh."
This was confusing to everyone but AJ. He knew about my past and no one else did.
"Fine. I used a couple of hours ago, and it was liquid ex."
"You used liquid ex? You know how strong that shit is? You shouldn't even be using at all!"
"I'll just leave."
"Then go."
He left and everyone else decided to come up to me and bug me about my past. Harm was first and I knew he would be the worst.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
"Because these are my problems. Not anyone else's just mine."
"yeah right. You were a drug addict."
This ticked me off so bad.
"Alright! You want to know my past? I was a rebel. I had a belly button ring, at one time I had short, dark brown hair with red streaks. I let my hair grow out, I did drugs, and I drunk booze. When my sister ODed, reality hit me, and hit me hard. I couldn't keep doing that and expect to live. That was when I was 22. I chopped my hair off and joined the Navy. I got my law degree and joined JAG. I was waking up in better apartments and driving better cars, and I loved it. Then my past snuck up on me again, and here I am. In the same shitty place that I started in. Is that what you wanted, Harm? Huh?"
"Sarah,"
"Forget it. I'm going to New York and I have half an hour to get to the airport."
Harm took my shoulder and turned me around to face him. My eyes were about to let loose and just spill out millions of tears. A few had escaped already. Harm put both hands on the side of my face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears. My hands were grabbing his arms.
"Sarah, I don't care about who you were then. That's the past and we'll leave it there. I care about who you are now."
"Harm, I,"
"Just come here."
He pulled me into a hug.
"HARM! Stop it!"
AJ, Bud, and I were trying to pull them apart.
"What is this all about?"
"What are you doing kissing my fiance'?"
"Fiance'? What is he talking about, Mac?"
"I told you Nick! We were done. We've been done since you beat the living crap out of me a couple of weeks ago."
"I never hit you that hard."
"I was in the emergency room with 2 busted ribs!"
"That wasn't me."
"Sure it wasn't. Let me see your arms."
"What? No."
"Let me see your arms or I will pull them out myself."
Nick stuck his arms out. He had track marks up and down them. He was a part of my evil past.
"You're high. You don't remember anything. What drug of choice was it this time? Speed? Heroin? Crack?"
"None."
"Don't lie to me, Nick. I know what it looks like when someone's been using. These track marks are still fresh."
This was confusing to everyone but AJ. He knew about my past and no one else did.
"Fine. I used a couple of hours ago, and it was liquid ex."
"You used liquid ex? You know how strong that shit is? You shouldn't even be using at all!"
"I'll just leave."
"Then go."
He left and everyone else decided to come up to me and bug me about my past. Harm was first and I knew he would be the worst.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
"Because these are my problems. Not anyone else's just mine."
"yeah right. You were a drug addict."
This ticked me off so bad.
"Alright! You want to know my past? I was a rebel. I had a belly button ring, at one time I had short, dark brown hair with red streaks. I let my hair grow out, I did drugs, and I drunk booze. When my sister ODed, reality hit me, and hit me hard. I couldn't keep doing that and expect to live. That was when I was 22. I chopped my hair off and joined the Navy. I got my law degree and joined JAG. I was waking up in better apartments and driving better cars, and I loved it. Then my past snuck up on me again, and here I am. In the same shitty place that I started in. Is that what you wanted, Harm? Huh?"
"Sarah,"
"Forget it. I'm going to New York and I have half an hour to get to the airport."
Harm took my shoulder and turned me around to face him. My eyes were about to let loose and just spill out millions of tears. A few had escaped already. Harm put both hands on the side of my face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears. My hands were grabbing his arms.
"Sarah, I don't care about who you were then. That's the past and we'll leave it there. I care about who you are now."
"Harm, I,"
"Just come here."
He pulled me into a hug.