A.N. Okay here's the next chapter, thanks to everyone who reviewed.
As Scott and Cahill stepped out the trees, Cahill was practically tackled to the ground by Jules. "Oh my God, are you okay? I was sure something bad had happened because I knew you wouldn't run!"
As Jules pulled back, Cahill smiled at her, "You were right, I got lost in the woods, but I didn't run."
Peter came up behind her, "Where'd you find her Scott?"
"Out by the bluff," He shrugged and then headed off in the direction of the basketball court, challenging Auggie to a game.
"Oh, you're on meat." Auggie glanced at Cahill before leaving, "I'm glad you're okay."
Cahill nodded and then turned to Peter, "So am I going to be punished or what?"
Peter shook his head, "No, because I know you didn't try to run." He raised an eyebrow, "I'd still like to talk to you about whatever was in that letter." Cahill crossed her arms stubbornly, but he wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily, "Oh and you got a phone call."
Immediately her face lit up, "Who from?" Shrugging, Peter turned away, Cahill groaned, "Okay it was from my ex-boyfriends cell mate."
Peter frowned but motioned for her to follow him away from any curious ears; he led her up to his office and shut the door behind them. As she sat down, he moved around to his side of the desk and sat down, studying her intently. "What did it say?"
She leaned forward and propped her elbows up placing her chin in them, "Is this your way of blackmailing me into telling you everything about my life? I mean, withholding information so I'll tell you what you want to know."
He shook his head, "No and I didn't mean for it to sound that way, but this is the only way I can seem to get anything out of you and if this is the way it has to be then this is the way it has to be."
Cahill leaned back and let the comfortable façade of peacefulness fall over her face, "He wanted to let me know that Rock, my ex, was dead, so there was no point in me writing there anymore."
Peter could sense that there was more brewing beneath her calm surface, but he didn't want to push her anymore then he already had. "Alright, it was a boy; he said his name was Cole. You can use the phone here to return the call, would you like me to leave the room?"
Cahill's eyes glinted with amusement, "That won't be necessary." She picked up the phone and quickly called her home number. When she heard his voice through the phone she leaned back, and got into a comfortable position.
"Hello?" Much hadn't been said, but it was enough for Cahill to know that something was bothering him. She kept her face masked though, knowing that she didn't want to give away any of her thoughts to Peter.
"Hola Cole." (Hey Cole.)
"Dagger? Lo es asi bueno hasta aiga desde tu." She could hear the surprise in his voice but also the worry and she couldn't stand to worry him. She glanced at Peter, but saw he was either pretending to be engrossed in a paper on his desk or he really was. (Dagger? It's so good to here from you!"
"Alegra tu todavia cuidado nosotros tenemos guarder este en espanol nossotros tenemos un publico." (Glad you still care, we have to keep this in Spanish, we have an audience.)
"Quien estas bien, devecha?" (Who, you're okay, right?)
Something was off and his keeping quiet about it was really pissing her off, "Si, ahora tu major decir yo como tu tener esto numero y que los infierno es acontecimiento ese tu habia hasta llamada aqui." (Yes, now you better tell me how you have this number and what the hell is happening that you had to call here.)
He was caught off guard by the steel in her tone because she never talked to him like that, but he knew what he had to tell her just couldn't be said over the phone. Now his only problem was making her understand that, "Dagger, Hacer no consiga enojado pero yo lata no contra tu." (Dagger, don't get mad, but I can't tell you.)
Her voice, was kept carefully controlled due to Peter being in the room, but Cole knew that if he wasn't careful he'd be in deep trouble. "Que hacer tu malo tu lata no mi?" (What do you mean you can't tell me?"
Cole chose his words carefully, hoping she'd understand and leave it alone until he could see her in person. "Yo conocer donde estas, asi yo voluntad tiron arriba y nosotros lata charla pues sino que yo tener decir lata no estar dijo en el telefono." (I know where you are, so I'll hitch up and we can talk then, but what I have to say can't be said on the phone.)
Before Cahill could get in a word edgewise, Cole hung up the phone, leaving Cahill so frustrated that she wanted to throw the phone against the wall, but she was still aware of Peter's presence in the room so she carefully replaced the receiver. "Thanks for letting me use your phone Peter."
She stood up and was just about to leave when he answered her, "No problema! Parecer gustar un importante llamo. Yo voluntad ver tu a agrupar mas adelante." (No problem! Seemed like an important call, I'll see you at group tonight.)
Cahill looked at him, but he was still reading through the stack of papers on his desk, so she just turned on her heel and walked back out of the room. She walked back to her cabin and flopped down on her bed, then she clicked on her stereo and put her headphones on, determined to get some sleep before group, but her thoughts drifted back to Rocky and finally the tears fell, finally she was able to let herself show weakness.
As Scott and Cahill stepped out the trees, Cahill was practically tackled to the ground by Jules. "Oh my God, are you okay? I was sure something bad had happened because I knew you wouldn't run!"
As Jules pulled back, Cahill smiled at her, "You were right, I got lost in the woods, but I didn't run."
Peter came up behind her, "Where'd you find her Scott?"
"Out by the bluff," He shrugged and then headed off in the direction of the basketball court, challenging Auggie to a game.
"Oh, you're on meat." Auggie glanced at Cahill before leaving, "I'm glad you're okay."
Cahill nodded and then turned to Peter, "So am I going to be punished or what?"
Peter shook his head, "No, because I know you didn't try to run." He raised an eyebrow, "I'd still like to talk to you about whatever was in that letter." Cahill crossed her arms stubbornly, but he wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily, "Oh and you got a phone call."
Immediately her face lit up, "Who from?" Shrugging, Peter turned away, Cahill groaned, "Okay it was from my ex-boyfriends cell mate."
Peter frowned but motioned for her to follow him away from any curious ears; he led her up to his office and shut the door behind them. As she sat down, he moved around to his side of the desk and sat down, studying her intently. "What did it say?"
She leaned forward and propped her elbows up placing her chin in them, "Is this your way of blackmailing me into telling you everything about my life? I mean, withholding information so I'll tell you what you want to know."
He shook his head, "No and I didn't mean for it to sound that way, but this is the only way I can seem to get anything out of you and if this is the way it has to be then this is the way it has to be."
Cahill leaned back and let the comfortable façade of peacefulness fall over her face, "He wanted to let me know that Rock, my ex, was dead, so there was no point in me writing there anymore."
Peter could sense that there was more brewing beneath her calm surface, but he didn't want to push her anymore then he already had. "Alright, it was a boy; he said his name was Cole. You can use the phone here to return the call, would you like me to leave the room?"
Cahill's eyes glinted with amusement, "That won't be necessary." She picked up the phone and quickly called her home number. When she heard his voice through the phone she leaned back, and got into a comfortable position.
"Hello?" Much hadn't been said, but it was enough for Cahill to know that something was bothering him. She kept her face masked though, knowing that she didn't want to give away any of her thoughts to Peter.
"Hola Cole." (Hey Cole.)
"Dagger? Lo es asi bueno hasta aiga desde tu." She could hear the surprise in his voice but also the worry and she couldn't stand to worry him. She glanced at Peter, but saw he was either pretending to be engrossed in a paper on his desk or he really was. (Dagger? It's so good to here from you!"
"Alegra tu todavia cuidado nosotros tenemos guarder este en espanol nossotros tenemos un publico." (Glad you still care, we have to keep this in Spanish, we have an audience.)
"Quien estas bien, devecha?" (Who, you're okay, right?)
Something was off and his keeping quiet about it was really pissing her off, "Si, ahora tu major decir yo como tu tener esto numero y que los infierno es acontecimiento ese tu habia hasta llamada aqui." (Yes, now you better tell me how you have this number and what the hell is happening that you had to call here.)
He was caught off guard by the steel in her tone because she never talked to him like that, but he knew what he had to tell her just couldn't be said over the phone. Now his only problem was making her understand that, "Dagger, Hacer no consiga enojado pero yo lata no contra tu." (Dagger, don't get mad, but I can't tell you.)
Her voice, was kept carefully controlled due to Peter being in the room, but Cole knew that if he wasn't careful he'd be in deep trouble. "Que hacer tu malo tu lata no mi?" (What do you mean you can't tell me?"
Cole chose his words carefully, hoping she'd understand and leave it alone until he could see her in person. "Yo conocer donde estas, asi yo voluntad tiron arriba y nosotros lata charla pues sino que yo tener decir lata no estar dijo en el telefono." (I know where you are, so I'll hitch up and we can talk then, but what I have to say can't be said on the phone.)
Before Cahill could get in a word edgewise, Cole hung up the phone, leaving Cahill so frustrated that she wanted to throw the phone against the wall, but she was still aware of Peter's presence in the room so she carefully replaced the receiver. "Thanks for letting me use your phone Peter."
She stood up and was just about to leave when he answered her, "No problema! Parecer gustar un importante llamo. Yo voluntad ver tu a agrupar mas adelante." (No problem! Seemed like an important call, I'll see you at group tonight.)
Cahill looked at him, but he was still reading through the stack of papers on his desk, so she just turned on her heel and walked back out of the room. She walked back to her cabin and flopped down on her bed, then she clicked on her stereo and put her headphones on, determined to get some sleep before group, but her thoughts drifted back to Rocky and finally the tears fell, finally she was able to let herself show weakness.