Niles told Maxwell everything he had heard. He felt so bad, but he
was sure his job was in jeopardy. When C.C. got back with Fran she sat on
the couch and smiled. Fran left to go get something from the kitchen. Niles
sat down next to her and said, "Ms. Babcock, I heard everything you and
Fran were saying this morning." C.C. gasped and scooted away from him, her
hand over her mouth.
"I told Maxwell" he continued, "but only because he threatened to fire me."
"Why do you always have to eavesdrop Niles?" C.C. said in an angry, shaky, voice, "why can't you ever mind your own business?" She began to cry silently.
Niles embraced her, and even though C.C. hated that man, his warming touch felt good. "I'm so sorry" he whispered briskly in her ear.
"It's ok Niles" said C.C., sitting up and wiping her eyes, "but what will we do about Maxwell?"
Just then, Maxwell tromped down the stairs, his face red with anger. He took C.C.'s hand and gave her a little hug. "I'm sorry C.C., the way I've been treating you...I had no idea........." he paused for a moment, "I have booked a plane to Florida. Fran and I will accompany you and you are going to go to you're father's condo and tell him off. I'm trying to relieve you of some pain here, C.C."
C.C. agreed and thought it was a great idea. Fran walked in and said, "what's going on?" They told Fran everything, and she eagerly agreed to go on the plane, for she wanted to kill her best friend's father. (AN: Val had moved away to texas)
They got their bags and drove to the airport. It only took a couple of minutes to board the plane, and C.C., upon her request sat next to the window. It was at night, so everyone was sleeping. C.C. had a dream/flashback:
She was a little girl, getting home from her first day of first grade. She ran into the house, eager to tell her father about it. She yelled "Daddy!!! DADDY!" as she walked through the front door. He came out of the kitchen his eyes bloodshot red. "Daddy? What's wrong?" she said In a softer tone. "N-nothing swwwwwweeeeeeeeetie" he said drunkenly and picked her up, holding her close to him, perhaps a little too close to him. "Daddy!!" she said and laughed, "the first day was great! I met this little girl and and-
He held a finger up to her lips to silence her. He carried her to the other room and ripped off her jacket. "DADDY STOP!!" she screamed. He hit her across the face and held a gun to her temple. "Now you listen to me young lady" he growled, "father knows best." He ripped the buttons on her jumper open, and undid his fly. "STOP STOP STOP! NO YOU DON'T!" she screamed as loud as she could. He kept hitting her and he soon violated her as she screamed in pain. After he had left the house, she had lain there, sobbing. Blood was everywhere, and the girl was covered in bruises. Her mother was gone, in fact, she was always gone.
C.C.'s eyes flew open. It happened three other times she thought, but none as horrible as the first C.C. had horrible dreams about the other times until Fran woke her up. C.C. was shaking and crying softly. She hated her father, and wanted to confront him. She smiled and looked out the window, ready for whatever was next.
"I told Maxwell" he continued, "but only because he threatened to fire me."
"Why do you always have to eavesdrop Niles?" C.C. said in an angry, shaky, voice, "why can't you ever mind your own business?" She began to cry silently.
Niles embraced her, and even though C.C. hated that man, his warming touch felt good. "I'm so sorry" he whispered briskly in her ear.
"It's ok Niles" said C.C., sitting up and wiping her eyes, "but what will we do about Maxwell?"
Just then, Maxwell tromped down the stairs, his face red with anger. He took C.C.'s hand and gave her a little hug. "I'm sorry C.C., the way I've been treating you...I had no idea........." he paused for a moment, "I have booked a plane to Florida. Fran and I will accompany you and you are going to go to you're father's condo and tell him off. I'm trying to relieve you of some pain here, C.C."
C.C. agreed and thought it was a great idea. Fran walked in and said, "what's going on?" They told Fran everything, and she eagerly agreed to go on the plane, for she wanted to kill her best friend's father. (AN: Val had moved away to texas)
They got their bags and drove to the airport. It only took a couple of minutes to board the plane, and C.C., upon her request sat next to the window. It was at night, so everyone was sleeping. C.C. had a dream/flashback:
She was a little girl, getting home from her first day of first grade. She ran into the house, eager to tell her father about it. She yelled "Daddy!!! DADDY!" as she walked through the front door. He came out of the kitchen his eyes bloodshot red. "Daddy? What's wrong?" she said In a softer tone. "N-nothing swwwwwweeeeeeeeetie" he said drunkenly and picked her up, holding her close to him, perhaps a little too close to him. "Daddy!!" she said and laughed, "the first day was great! I met this little girl and and-
He held a finger up to her lips to silence her. He carried her to the other room and ripped off her jacket. "DADDY STOP!!" she screamed. He hit her across the face and held a gun to her temple. "Now you listen to me young lady" he growled, "father knows best." He ripped the buttons on her jumper open, and undid his fly. "STOP STOP STOP! NO YOU DON'T!" she screamed as loud as she could. He kept hitting her and he soon violated her as she screamed in pain. After he had left the house, she had lain there, sobbing. Blood was everywhere, and the girl was covered in bruises. Her mother was gone, in fact, she was always gone.
C.C.'s eyes flew open. It happened three other times she thought, but none as horrible as the first C.C. had horrible dreams about the other times until Fran woke her up. C.C. was shaking and crying softly. She hated her father, and wanted to confront him. She smiled and looked out the window, ready for whatever was next.