Hey guys I'm back. Like I said this is going to be a POV chapter from Laurie and Freddy's points of view. Enjoy!
Shout outs:
Rockin awesome x: Thanks for the support-I didn't want to make Laurie good with the baby cuz that would be too obvious so I made her crap with children and that left Freddy. Hope you like this chapter!
Mika: Oh Look. You're back. Note how I haven't actually stopped writing the story and curled up in a ball to die. Also; you didn't answer my question- Why are you still reading this story if it's as crap as you say it is?
Vikki/Hilza/Arwen: Thanks for the glittering review and advice my darlin'! Luv ya to bits and can you tell me what time I need to be at your house on thursday?
Marcy Bayd: Here's a cookie for you! You've reviewed every chapter of the story right from the start!
Strokes: You don't sound like a moron... I'm not actually sure whether she was raped or not... I kinda left it for the readers to decide and then they could make it as dark as they wanted. I hope you like the story though!
Chapter six
Freddy's POV
"Because I don't trust you."
I stared at Laurie for a minute. This girl I had been verbally tormenting behind her back to Frankie for as long as she had been there. I felt the cold hand of guilt creep up on me but then I got angry. She didn't trust me?
Turning around I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door. Stepping out into the cold night air I halted for a minute to stare back up at the apartment window, allowing myself to wonder if Laurie would be alright.
I was full of conflicting emotions. I felt guilty about being so nasty to Laurie but I felt angry too-It wasn't as if I had been attacking the weak. Laurie had a strong attitude and the girl knew her own mind. She was so stubborn sometimes it was impossible.
That doesn't make it right though a soft voice whispered at the back of my head. I frowned 'What are you talking about?'
Dewey and Ned told you not to call her that name but you did anyway the voice scorned gently. Mentally, I jumped to my own defence 'I was angry-and she called me a Loser first!'
So? You were aware of the stigma attached to the name The voice reminded me of my father and I shivered. My father had been dead for four years. I allowed myself to miss him for the duration of the conversation within my own mind.
'But nobody told me... I could never have guessed it was that bad...' I practically felt my brain sigh.
Laurie won't allow herself to trust you because of that name. When she sees you it will be all she can remember. Maybe it's time you became a person she could trust.
'But she hates me... and I don't exactly like her... How am I supposed to do that?' I thought, confused. The voice didn't answer.
I trudged down the street that led to my house. Letting myself in I tried to stay quiet. Everything was dark except for the glow of the TV in the front room and I heard familiar voices.
'An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.'
My mother was watching Ghandi, one of my father's favourite movies. She was a strong woman, my mother. She had held up remarkably when my father had died but every so often she could get out Ghandi and sob into a cup of coffee. I allowed her that. It was her way of grieving. She loved my dad so much. I thought losing him was going to kill her.
He was killed in a car accident when I was eleven. For days he was on life support. All the doctors said the prospects looked grim and his body was too battered to be brought back to us. But the weird thing was, he seemed to be hanging on and hanging on and not slipping away. The Doctors said it was remarkable that he stayed around for so long. It was only when my Mom and I sat with him one afternoon and held each of his hands and my mom whispered to him "It's OK Greg. If you want to go, go. We'll be alright, don't worry about us."
He was dead within the hour. My mom held my hand while they took his body away
I thought about that for a long time afterwards. It occupied my thoughts when there was nothing else I could think about. It made me wonder why people woke up from Comas when people around them said a certain thing, like 'I Love you.' Or 'I need you.' And they died when they were told it was OK for them to go. I asked my mom about it.
"Permission," She said to me "That's all he needed. Permission."
My dad was stubborn too. When he knew he didn't want to do something he wasn't about to relent on anything. I lay on my bed and stared up at the ceiling for a long time. The line in the movie kept coming back to me.
'An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.'
I guess Ghandi was right. If you kept hurt people because you were hurt, pretty soon the whole world was just one big emergency. Maybe Laurie should think about that. I felt bad for her because she had been through hell but it didn't mean she had to be poison to a guy who didn't know any better right?
'But I knew better the next time.' I muttered to myself guiltily. I thought about it until I fell asleep, reaching no conclusion whatsoever.
Laurie's POV
Freddy shut the door behind him. I heard him clatter down the stairs and out of the apartment building.
For a few minutes I just stared into space, trying to deduct what had happened. Nothing came to me. Juliet began to whimper in the other room, waking up for the first time since Freddy had put her in her basket.
Starting out of my reverie, I crawled on my hands and knees into the living room. Seating myself on the floor beside the basket, I picked Juliet up and rocked her gently. The infant looked up at me as if to say 'Where did Freddy go?'
Eventually she fell asleep again and I put her back in her basket. Ned and Dewey retuned with Chinese. I told them Freddy took off home because his mother had called and that was the end of that.
Later on at night, when I was lying in bed I speculated on the little annoying voice that had told me it was time to start trusting people again. I did trust more people now but I knew I had to start trusting Freddy at some point. I couldn't go back to England with all that bad feeling hanging over me. But why did it have to be so hard?
It wasn't as if Freddy had known about that name but my heart still stopped every time I heard him say it. Also, it wasn't as if I had been the nicest person in the world to him but he wasn't exactly a victim for goodness sake. The guy could stand up for himself. He knew exactly which buttons to press that pissed me off and tormented me every chance he got. His arrogance was overwhelming and the over confidant attitude was extremely annoying.
In addition to that, I don't think I was his favourite person either. I know I did stuff that annoyed him and I had to confess sometimes I did it deliberately just to piss him off. Like... lowering the drum seat (Kind of obvious but still), steaming up the bathroom when I had a shower, that sort of thing.
My heart sank when I realised Freddy probably wouldn't want me to trust him even I had wanted to right then. The real problem lay in the fact that I didn't know how to trust people now. Sure, I did trust some people but that had just sort of happened... I wouldn't know where to start.
Reaching over to my bedside cabinet I pulled out a notebook and pencil. Writing stuff down always makes me feel better. It's like I can actually see my thoughts and everything becomes so much clearer.
Clicking on my bedside lamp I flipped the notebook open. Scrawling down what I hoped would be a logical plan of action in the form of a mind map I wrote until I ran out of ideas. I read back what I had written.
Get on speaking terms with Freddy through civility?
OK. Good start.
Throwing my notebook across the room in frustration I resolved to carry out my one and only strategy and see where it went from there.
OK it's a short-ish chapter but I'm done with POV's for a while. Look for a new chapter soon!
Take care
Officer BudBabe
Shout outs:
Rockin awesome x: Thanks for the support-I didn't want to make Laurie good with the baby cuz that would be too obvious so I made her crap with children and that left Freddy. Hope you like this chapter!
Mika: Oh Look. You're back. Note how I haven't actually stopped writing the story and curled up in a ball to die. Also; you didn't answer my question- Why are you still reading this story if it's as crap as you say it is?
Vikki/Hilza/Arwen: Thanks for the glittering review and advice my darlin'! Luv ya to bits and can you tell me what time I need to be at your house on thursday?
Marcy Bayd: Here's a cookie for you! You've reviewed every chapter of the story right from the start!
Strokes: You don't sound like a moron... I'm not actually sure whether she was raped or not... I kinda left it for the readers to decide and then they could make it as dark as they wanted. I hope you like the story though!
Chapter six
Freddy's POV
"Because I don't trust you."
I stared at Laurie for a minute. This girl I had been verbally tormenting behind her back to Frankie for as long as she had been there. I felt the cold hand of guilt creep up on me but then I got angry. She didn't trust me?
Turning around I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door. Stepping out into the cold night air I halted for a minute to stare back up at the apartment window, allowing myself to wonder if Laurie would be alright.
I was full of conflicting emotions. I felt guilty about being so nasty to Laurie but I felt angry too-It wasn't as if I had been attacking the weak. Laurie had a strong attitude and the girl knew her own mind. She was so stubborn sometimes it was impossible.
That doesn't make it right though a soft voice whispered at the back of my head. I frowned 'What are you talking about?'
Dewey and Ned told you not to call her that name but you did anyway the voice scorned gently. Mentally, I jumped to my own defence 'I was angry-and she called me a Loser first!'
So? You were aware of the stigma attached to the name The voice reminded me of my father and I shivered. My father had been dead for four years. I allowed myself to miss him for the duration of the conversation within my own mind.
'But nobody told me... I could never have guessed it was that bad...' I practically felt my brain sigh.
Laurie won't allow herself to trust you because of that name. When she sees you it will be all she can remember. Maybe it's time you became a person she could trust.
'But she hates me... and I don't exactly like her... How am I supposed to do that?' I thought, confused. The voice didn't answer.
I trudged down the street that led to my house. Letting myself in I tried to stay quiet. Everything was dark except for the glow of the TV in the front room and I heard familiar voices.
'An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.'
My mother was watching Ghandi, one of my father's favourite movies. She was a strong woman, my mother. She had held up remarkably when my father had died but every so often she could get out Ghandi and sob into a cup of coffee. I allowed her that. It was her way of grieving. She loved my dad so much. I thought losing him was going to kill her.
He was killed in a car accident when I was eleven. For days he was on life support. All the doctors said the prospects looked grim and his body was too battered to be brought back to us. But the weird thing was, he seemed to be hanging on and hanging on and not slipping away. The Doctors said it was remarkable that he stayed around for so long. It was only when my Mom and I sat with him one afternoon and held each of his hands and my mom whispered to him "It's OK Greg. If you want to go, go. We'll be alright, don't worry about us."
He was dead within the hour. My mom held my hand while they took his body away
I thought about that for a long time afterwards. It occupied my thoughts when there was nothing else I could think about. It made me wonder why people woke up from Comas when people around them said a certain thing, like 'I Love you.' Or 'I need you.' And they died when they were told it was OK for them to go. I asked my mom about it.
"Permission," She said to me "That's all he needed. Permission."
My dad was stubborn too. When he knew he didn't want to do something he wasn't about to relent on anything. I lay on my bed and stared up at the ceiling for a long time. The line in the movie kept coming back to me.
'An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.'
I guess Ghandi was right. If you kept hurt people because you were hurt, pretty soon the whole world was just one big emergency. Maybe Laurie should think about that. I felt bad for her because she had been through hell but it didn't mean she had to be poison to a guy who didn't know any better right?
'But I knew better the next time.' I muttered to myself guiltily. I thought about it until I fell asleep, reaching no conclusion whatsoever.
Laurie's POV
Freddy shut the door behind him. I heard him clatter down the stairs and out of the apartment building.
For a few minutes I just stared into space, trying to deduct what had happened. Nothing came to me. Juliet began to whimper in the other room, waking up for the first time since Freddy had put her in her basket.
Starting out of my reverie, I crawled on my hands and knees into the living room. Seating myself on the floor beside the basket, I picked Juliet up and rocked her gently. The infant looked up at me as if to say 'Where did Freddy go?'
Eventually she fell asleep again and I put her back in her basket. Ned and Dewey retuned with Chinese. I told them Freddy took off home because his mother had called and that was the end of that.
Later on at night, when I was lying in bed I speculated on the little annoying voice that had told me it was time to start trusting people again. I did trust more people now but I knew I had to start trusting Freddy at some point. I couldn't go back to England with all that bad feeling hanging over me. But why did it have to be so hard?
It wasn't as if Freddy had known about that name but my heart still stopped every time I heard him say it. Also, it wasn't as if I had been the nicest person in the world to him but he wasn't exactly a victim for goodness sake. The guy could stand up for himself. He knew exactly which buttons to press that pissed me off and tormented me every chance he got. His arrogance was overwhelming and the over confidant attitude was extremely annoying.
In addition to that, I don't think I was his favourite person either. I know I did stuff that annoyed him and I had to confess sometimes I did it deliberately just to piss him off. Like... lowering the drum seat (Kind of obvious but still), steaming up the bathroom when I had a shower, that sort of thing.
My heart sank when I realised Freddy probably wouldn't want me to trust him even I had wanted to right then. The real problem lay in the fact that I didn't know how to trust people now. Sure, I did trust some people but that had just sort of happened... I wouldn't know where to start.
Reaching over to my bedside cabinet I pulled out a notebook and pencil. Writing stuff down always makes me feel better. It's like I can actually see my thoughts and everything becomes so much clearer.
Clicking on my bedside lamp I flipped the notebook open. Scrawling down what I hoped would be a logical plan of action in the form of a mind map I wrote until I ran out of ideas. I read back what I had written.
Get on speaking terms with Freddy through civility?
OK. Good start.
Throwing my notebook across the room in frustration I resolved to carry out my one and only strategy and see where it went from there.
OK it's a short-ish chapter but I'm done with POV's for a while. Look for a new chapter soon!
Take care
Officer BudBabe