She leans in and hugs me again. When I let go I see that her robe has fallen open and her shoulder is revealed. When I take a closer look I see that there are bruises all over her shoulder and her arm. Shocked I lean back and look at her.
"Monica, what's that?"
"What is what?" I stretch my arm to touch her shoulder and she closes her robe again. "Oh that, that's nothing."
"Now Monica don't be like this. You were hit, weren't you?"
"No I wasn't."
"Then how did you get those bruises? You were hit!" I said angry. I didn't mean to yell at her but I did. I took it personal that she wouldn't confess to me. It's obviously that she's been hit.
"No, I wasn't hit." She yells. "I was ... I was..."
"You were what Monica?"
"I was kicked" she says quietly. I almost didn't hear her. I was about to yell at her when I realised she had just come open with what had happened."
"What?" I try to sound more nicely this time.
"I've been beaten up this morning, on my way to work." This time she doesn't hold her tears back and they began to fall freely. Suddenly I feel bad as hell about yelling at her.
"Oh Monica, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you." I put the strand of hair that has been hanging over her face the whole time, behind her ear and that's when I notice her black eye.
"My God. Who did this to you. Why? Mon, tell me what happened."
The sobbing gets worse and I gather her in my arms. I keep whispering in to her ear to calm her down, while stroking her hair. After a few minutes the sobbing stops and she sits up. I reach out to touch one of the bruises on her shoulder. As my fingers linger over her skin I can see goose bumps forming. I smile a little as I see the reaction my touch has on her. But realise this isn't the time to think about Monica in that sort of way.
"Tell me" I whisper.
"I don't know who did this to me. I mean, I've seen his face but it's not someone I recognise."
"When did this happen?" I can't hide the concern in my voice and I know she has noticed too. She slightly touches my knee and a shiver goes through my body.
"This morning. I was withdrawing some money and suddenly there was this guy threatening me with a gun and ..."
"A gun?" I have this eerie feeling in my stomach as I picture the scene.
"Yes and I had to give him all my money. And than he walked away. But I went after him. And he threw me on the floor and started kicking me and stuff."
I can see the tears well up again. "My God Monica. Why did you go after that guy?"
"I don't know" Her voice is thick with emotion. "And then..."
"There's more?" She nods her head and continues. "When I started kicking him back he drew out his gun and he pointed it at me... I just couldn't go anywhere ..." Again the tears start falling.
"I heard him pull the trigger."
"And then what happened?" I hold my breath. Afraid to miss out on any of the details she is telling me.
"I eum... I kicked him straight between his legs and the gunshot missed me. While he was rolling over the floor I just got up, ran to my car and drove away."
I try to soothe her but I don't really know how. I can't even begin to imagine the hell she must have been through.
"Mon, you must have been so scared."
"John, what if I was too late? What if he pulled the trigger just one second earlier? I would have died John. I would have died."
First of all... Thanks again for the reviews :p Keeps me going !!!
Now I don't really know what to do... Keep writing on this story or go downstairs and watch 'Miss Congeniality' :p
I kinda ran out of inspiration so I think I'll take a little break :-) But I'll post more soon.
In the meantime: Read and review pleaze... It's highly appreciated :d
"Monica, what's that?"
"What is what?" I stretch my arm to touch her shoulder and she closes her robe again. "Oh that, that's nothing."
"Now Monica don't be like this. You were hit, weren't you?"
"No I wasn't."
"Then how did you get those bruises? You were hit!" I said angry. I didn't mean to yell at her but I did. I took it personal that she wouldn't confess to me. It's obviously that she's been hit.
"No, I wasn't hit." She yells. "I was ... I was..."
"You were what Monica?"
"I was kicked" she says quietly. I almost didn't hear her. I was about to yell at her when I realised she had just come open with what had happened."
"What?" I try to sound more nicely this time.
"I've been beaten up this morning, on my way to work." This time she doesn't hold her tears back and they began to fall freely. Suddenly I feel bad as hell about yelling at her.
"Oh Monica, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you." I put the strand of hair that has been hanging over her face the whole time, behind her ear and that's when I notice her black eye.
"My God. Who did this to you. Why? Mon, tell me what happened."
The sobbing gets worse and I gather her in my arms. I keep whispering in to her ear to calm her down, while stroking her hair. After a few minutes the sobbing stops and she sits up. I reach out to touch one of the bruises on her shoulder. As my fingers linger over her skin I can see goose bumps forming. I smile a little as I see the reaction my touch has on her. But realise this isn't the time to think about Monica in that sort of way.
"Tell me" I whisper.
"I don't know who did this to me. I mean, I've seen his face but it's not someone I recognise."
"When did this happen?" I can't hide the concern in my voice and I know she has noticed too. She slightly touches my knee and a shiver goes through my body.
"This morning. I was withdrawing some money and suddenly there was this guy threatening me with a gun and ..."
"A gun?" I have this eerie feeling in my stomach as I picture the scene.
"Yes and I had to give him all my money. And than he walked away. But I went after him. And he threw me on the floor and started kicking me and stuff."
I can see the tears well up again. "My God Monica. Why did you go after that guy?"
"I don't know" Her voice is thick with emotion. "And then..."
"There's more?" She nods her head and continues. "When I started kicking him back he drew out his gun and he pointed it at me... I just couldn't go anywhere ..." Again the tears start falling.
"I heard him pull the trigger."
"And then what happened?" I hold my breath. Afraid to miss out on any of the details she is telling me.
"I eum... I kicked him straight between his legs and the gunshot missed me. While he was rolling over the floor I just got up, ran to my car and drove away."
I try to soothe her but I don't really know how. I can't even begin to imagine the hell she must have been through.
"Mon, you must have been so scared."
"John, what if I was too late? What if he pulled the trigger just one second earlier? I would have died John. I would have died."
First of all... Thanks again for the reviews :p Keeps me going !!!
Now I don't really know what to do... Keep writing on this story or go downstairs and watch 'Miss Congeniality' :p
I kinda ran out of inspiration so I think I'll take a little break :-) But I'll post more soon.
In the meantime: Read and review pleaze... It's highly appreciated :d