Title: Black Eyes, Blue Tears
Author: Catherine Grissom
E-mail: kleopatra_gurl@yahoo.com
Rating: I dunno.PG-13.. Probably
Content: Gil/Cath
Summary: The road home.
Disclaimer: Do I look like Jerry Bruckhiemer? Anthony Zuiker? No? Glad that's clear. I don't own the song either.
Archive: If you're sure ya want it, take it. Just tell me where it's going.
Feedback: Yes please.
Author's Note: Sequel to my other fic "I Would Be Stronger Than That". May or may not make sense if you haven't read that one. The song is "Black Eyes, Blue Tears" by Shania Twain.. The song in the last fic was "I Would Be Stronger Than That" by Faith Hill.
Dedication: This is for anybody who wants a dedication.Doesn't matter who you are, it's for you.
Catherine climbed into her car and started it. She managed to catch the end of one of her favorite songs before another one started.
'Figures,' she thought as she moved away from Gil's place. Although she was having a crap day she was intrigued by the first words of the song.
Black eyes, I don't need 'em
Blue tears, gimme freedom
"Huh?" She asked the nothingness around her. "Is this DJ psychic?"
She became even more intrigued by the song when it picked up tempo; seriously offsetting it's mellow beginning.
Positively never goin' back
I won't live where things are so out of whack
No more rollin' with the punches
No more usin' or abusin'
"Got that right!" She told the radio.
I'd rather die standing
Than live on my knees
Begging please-no more
'Gil would think I was insane if he saw me now!' She mused, bobbing her head to the rhythm, continuing her conversation with the radio.
She was nervous about going back home when Ed might still be in a drunken rage or worse but the song was helping; albeit not a lot, but some.
Black eyes-I don't need 'em
Blue tears-gimme freedom
Black eyes-all behind me
Blue tears'll never find me now
"Ed. It's over. No. Too blunt," Catherine was rehearsing, just in case Eddie had come back from wherever the hell he went after their fights. This was it. No more fights. No more bruises. No more alibis. Just the truth. Now if she could just get it over with she'd be fine.
Definitely found my self esteem
Finally-I'm forever free to dream
No more cryin' in the corner
No excuses-no more bruises
Her heart had made up her mind as a song once said. She was leaving Eddie, not only because of the beatings, but also because of Gil. Not just because he was telling her to leave Ed, but also because she knew he was right.And she loved him. She'd loved him for a while, even before Eddie, she'd just grown weary of waiting to see if he loved her also. So when Ed had proposed she'd immediately said yes. She was coming up on her street so she cut the flow of memories short.
I'd rather die standing
Than live on my knees
Begging please-no more
Her nervousness was returning full force.
"Get in, grab Lins, get out. Get in, grab Lins, get out," She repeated this over and over, as if it were her mantra. "Get in, grab Lins, get out."
Black eyes-I don't need 'em
Blue tears-gimme freedom
Black eyes-all behind me
Blue tears'll never find me now
Two more intersections passed.
"Eddie don't be home .Please don't let him be home," She pleaded to whatever God was in heaven.
I'd rather die standing
Than live on my knees, begging please...
The song was now background noise; only appearing every now and then, such as it was doing right now. Fading in when she needed encouragement, and out when it was given. It seemed as though the singer were singing only to her. It was reassuring.
Slowly but surely, her confidence was returning. She could do this. She would do this. For herself, for Gil, and most importantly, for Lindsey.
Black eyes-I don't need 'em
Blue tears-gimme freedom
Black eyes-all behind me
Blue tears'll never find me now
As she was pulling up in the drive, Catherine noticed something odd; the light in Eddie and her room was on.
"Odd," she said to the dark and the house.
It's all behind me; they'll never find me now
Catherine shut off the car and headed inside the house, completely unaware of what she would find in that house.
Find your self-esteem and be forever free to dream
Author: Catherine Grissom
E-mail: kleopatra_gurl@yahoo.com
Rating: I dunno.PG-13.. Probably
Content: Gil/Cath
Summary: The road home.
Disclaimer: Do I look like Jerry Bruckhiemer? Anthony Zuiker? No? Glad that's clear. I don't own the song either.
Archive: If you're sure ya want it, take it. Just tell me where it's going.
Feedback: Yes please.
Author's Note: Sequel to my other fic "I Would Be Stronger Than That". May or may not make sense if you haven't read that one. The song is "Black Eyes, Blue Tears" by Shania Twain.. The song in the last fic was "I Would Be Stronger Than That" by Faith Hill.
Dedication: This is for anybody who wants a dedication.Doesn't matter who you are, it's for you.
Catherine climbed into her car and started it. She managed to catch the end of one of her favorite songs before another one started.
'Figures,' she thought as she moved away from Gil's place. Although she was having a crap day she was intrigued by the first words of the song.
Black eyes, I don't need 'em
Blue tears, gimme freedom
"Huh?" She asked the nothingness around her. "Is this DJ psychic?"
She became even more intrigued by the song when it picked up tempo; seriously offsetting it's mellow beginning.
Positively never goin' back
I won't live where things are so out of whack
No more rollin' with the punches
No more usin' or abusin'
"Got that right!" She told the radio.
I'd rather die standing
Than live on my knees
Begging please-no more
'Gil would think I was insane if he saw me now!' She mused, bobbing her head to the rhythm, continuing her conversation with the radio.
She was nervous about going back home when Ed might still be in a drunken rage or worse but the song was helping; albeit not a lot, but some.
Black eyes-I don't need 'em
Blue tears-gimme freedom
Black eyes-all behind me
Blue tears'll never find me now
"Ed. It's over. No. Too blunt," Catherine was rehearsing, just in case Eddie had come back from wherever the hell he went after their fights. This was it. No more fights. No more bruises. No more alibis. Just the truth. Now if she could just get it over with she'd be fine.
Definitely found my self esteem
Finally-I'm forever free to dream
No more cryin' in the corner
No excuses-no more bruises
Her heart had made up her mind as a song once said. She was leaving Eddie, not only because of the beatings, but also because of Gil. Not just because he was telling her to leave Ed, but also because she knew he was right.And she loved him. She'd loved him for a while, even before Eddie, she'd just grown weary of waiting to see if he loved her also. So when Ed had proposed she'd immediately said yes. She was coming up on her street so she cut the flow of memories short.
I'd rather die standing
Than live on my knees
Begging please-no more
Her nervousness was returning full force.
"Get in, grab Lins, get out. Get in, grab Lins, get out," She repeated this over and over, as if it were her mantra. "Get in, grab Lins, get out."
Black eyes-I don't need 'em
Blue tears-gimme freedom
Black eyes-all behind me
Blue tears'll never find me now
Two more intersections passed.
"Eddie don't be home .Please don't let him be home," She pleaded to whatever God was in heaven.
I'd rather die standing
Than live on my knees, begging please...
The song was now background noise; only appearing every now and then, such as it was doing right now. Fading in when she needed encouragement, and out when it was given. It seemed as though the singer were singing only to her. It was reassuring.
Slowly but surely, her confidence was returning. She could do this. She would do this. For herself, for Gil, and most importantly, for Lindsey.
Black eyes-I don't need 'em
Blue tears-gimme freedom
Black eyes-all behind me
Blue tears'll never find me now
As she was pulling up in the drive, Catherine noticed something odd; the light in Eddie and her room was on.
"Odd," she said to the dark and the house.
It's all behind me; they'll never find me now
Catherine shut off the car and headed inside the house, completely unaware of what she would find in that house.
Find your self-esteem and be forever free to dream