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Chapter 19 uses "Still" by Alanis Morisette
Chapter 19: Still
Amy stared off into the night sky as her cell phone began to ring. Being that it interrupted her thoughts, she didn't take the time to look and see who it was. She cleared her throat before saying a somewhat dry and forced, "hello,"
"Amy, I need you, it's important," the man said on the other end. "Please come over, I wouldn't ask you to do this if it wasn't a big deal,"
"Ephram?!" her voice half perked up, half broke down as tears of confusion continued their unavoidable journey down her cheeks; they had started long before the phone call, and only now, at the thought of Ephram, did they run there course as fast as they could.
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"I am the harm which you inflict.
I am your brilliance and frustration.
I'm the nuclear bombs if they're to hit.
I am your immaturity and your indignance.
I am your misfits and your praised.
I am your doubt and your conviction.
I am your charity and your rape.
I am your grasping and expectation."
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"No . . ." it said after pausing,
"Tommy," she closed her eyes.
"Sorry to disappoint," he said trying to be sympathetic. "I wish it was him calling you too, instead of me,"
"Why do you sound scared?" she asked, then began remembering he had told her it was an emergency.
"Just please come here,"
"Tommy it's like midnight. I can't afford to leave here, I'll get caught and people will assume I've run AWAY, and well, that's just not something I'd ever do,"
"This isn't something I'd normally ASK you to do,"
"Just tell me what it and maybe I'll come,"
"There isn't time, just please! Please come!" he said now almost crying. He heard her hang up her phone and he closed his eyes.
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"I see you averting your glances.
I see you cheering on the war.
I see you ignoring your children,
And I love you still.
And I love you still."
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Amy left a note that she was going to a friend's house and then rushed to her car. She'd only been outside of Tommy's once and she was trying desperately to recall what it looked like and where it had been. He sounded so sad and hurt and worried; the adrenaline pumped so mightily through her that she found his house without much trouble at all. Leaving practically everything in the car she shut the door on her scarf and had to reopen it to release it. Running up to the door, she rang the bell once and waited. She had heard the twisted tales of his family, and seeing that it was midnight, she wasn't about to test his parent's patience.
He ran to the door, she could hear his footsteps pounding down the stairs inside. . . knew he was watching through the window to see when she'd come; prayed she'd come. And now she had.
"Amy," he said, tears falling down his cheek, soaking through his bloodstained t-shirt. "Amy," he began to cry again falling to his knees, grabbing on to her shirt and pulling her down with him, he sobbed.
"Shhh," she said rocking him back and forth. She hadn't ever seen him cry, hadn't ever seen him upset in fact. She didn't know how to act, and so she acted the way she did when Ephram was upset. It was all she knew, "its okay, what's wrong? Shhh," she helped a little bit, but he was so hysterical that she could only do so much. He tried to gather himself then pulled her by the hand into the house. They ran up the stairs, no words spoken, no questions asked.
She began to hear crying, sobbing even, sounds from a little child; a young boy. He heart clenched, tears now flowing down her cheeks too.
"In here," he managed to eek out. He opened the door and she saw the little child whose voice she had heard. *Tommy's little brother* she thought.
"When I got back from your house I came in here and he was bleeding all over the place, he dropped a glass.he shouldn't have even had the glass. . .he dropped it," he started crying again, "and then he put the pieces in his mouth," the sobbing continued to the point where he could hardly breathe, "and he's bleeding and I'm scared, and I don't know what to do. My parents said they were watching him, but they weren't . . ."
"God, take him to the hospital, call an ambulance, anything! He should be in the hospital,"
"He can't go!" he explained rocking the sobbing child back and forth in his arms. She could see that he loved him with his everything.
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"I am your joy and your regret.
I am your fury and your elation.
I am your yearning and your sweat.
I am your faithless and your religion."
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"Why not?!" she asked crying now too, trying to wipe the blood from the child's mouth with a rag she found next to his bed.
"Because he's not supposed to be here!"
"What do you MEAN he's not supposed to be here? Tommy, nothing matters! He needs help, if he ingested glass . . ." she stopped. "Did your family kidnap him or something?" she asked quietly.
"GOD! NO! It's not like that at ALL!" he said holding the bleeding child to his chest.
"Well then what's the problem? I'm calling the hospital!" she said pulling out her cell phone. She saw that she had missed a call from Ephram. Tommy batted the phone out of her hands and she looked up at him with confusion tracing her eyes.
"Don't call!" he said, trying to wipe the blood away from the little boy.
"Well then I'm calling my father, or Dr. Brown, or someone!"
"No one!"
"Why the HELL not? Do you want this kid to die?" she asked. Tommy covered the little boy's ears. "Sorry," she said realizing the child shouldn't hear that language.
"Because they took him away from me!" He shouted.
"What are you talking about?" she said crying still, rubbing the small boy's head.
"Daddy, help me!" the little boy screamed. Amy stopped breathing.
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"I see you altering history.
I see you abusing the land.
I see you, your selective amnesia,
And I love you still.
And I love you still.
"Haaaaaaaaahh
I see you averting your glimpses.
I see you cheering on the war.
I see you ignoring your children,
And I love you still.
And I love you still.
I see you altering history.
I see you abusing the land.
I see you, your selective amnesia,
I love you still.
And I love you still."
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"Did he say 'daddy' just now?" she asked, color drained from her face.
"He's my son," he said, holding the child closer to him. "His mother, my girlfriend, died during childbirth. They took him away from me when they sent me to rehab. My parents took him in, but the authorities and child services don't know I'm back here. They think I moved somewhere else,"
"I'm calling Dr. Brown," she said, knowing her father would only make the situation worse. She watched father and son crying together; Tommy looked more afraid than she could ever have imagined. "You can trust him, I promise,"
She dialed, her hand shaking. "Dr, Dr. Brown? This is Amy," her voice obviously filled with tears.
"What do you need, sweetheart?" he asked. Amy had come to be like a daughter to him over time.
"I'm at Tommy's. We need your help please don't tell my dad." She said sniffling.
"Are YOU personally in danger?" he asked her calmly.
"No this isn't about me, it's about Tommy's family, just please," she continued.
"Okay I think I know where their house is, I'll be right over,"
"Oh, and Dr. Brown? Please ask Ephram to come, I need him," she politely requsted, "thanks for doing this,"
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"I am your tragedy and your fortune.
I am your crisis and delight.
I am your profits and your prophets.
I am your art, I am your vice.
I am your death and your decisions.
I am your passion and your plight.
I am your sickness and convalescence.
I am your weapons and your light."
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"It's okay now, Micah," he said rubbing his cheek. "Daddy's friend Amy's going to take care of everything," At that Amy came over and placed her index finger up to the child's eye, catching the salty drop. She then moved her hand up to Tommy's eye and did the same. He smiled for the first time that night. She kissed Tommy on the cheek as Micah climbed into her lap. For some reason he took a liking to her. Maybe it was because he could tell his dad trusted her.
"Amy?" he said lightly, she guessed he was about two years old. "Do you love my daddy?" he continued though his mouth was still bleeding. Tommy closed his eyes.
"Your daddy and I are best friends, sweetie. And I'm going to be your friend too, I promise," she said sweetly.
There was a knock at the door.
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"I see you holding your grudges.
I see you gunning them down.
I see you silencing your sisters,
And I love you still.
And I love you still.
I see you lie to your country.
I see you forcing them out.
I see you blaming each other,
And I love you still.
And I love you still."
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Ephram was standing in front of his father with a worried look on his face when Amy answered the door. He immediately pulled Amy into a tight embrace when he saw her. At that moment he felt as if that was the place he needed to be more than anywhere else. He rubbed her back gently, then moved to her head, running his hand down her hair.
"I'm sorry, baby, I'm so, so sorry. What's wrong?" he asked her as she sobbed into his arms.
"It's Tommy's son," she said and Ephram pulled far enough back to see in her eyes but still held her. She had said this for the first time, not only causing Ephram to be taken by surprise but herself taken aback as well.
"His what?" he said breathlessly as Tommy came down the stairs holding Micah in his arms. The Brown men's jaws dropped.
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"Haaaaaaaahh
I see you holding your grudges.
I see you gunning them down.
I see you silencing your sisters,
I love you still.
I love you still.
I see you lie to your country.
I see you forcing them out.
I see you blaming each other.
I love you still.
I love you still.
I see you."
Chapter 19 uses "Still" by Alanis Morisette
Chapter 19: Still
Amy stared off into the night sky as her cell phone began to ring. Being that it interrupted her thoughts, she didn't take the time to look and see who it was. She cleared her throat before saying a somewhat dry and forced, "hello,"
"Amy, I need you, it's important," the man said on the other end. "Please come over, I wouldn't ask you to do this if it wasn't a big deal,"
"Ephram?!" her voice half perked up, half broke down as tears of confusion continued their unavoidable journey down her cheeks; they had started long before the phone call, and only now, at the thought of Ephram, did they run there course as fast as they could.
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"I am the harm which you inflict.
I am your brilliance and frustration.
I'm the nuclear bombs if they're to hit.
I am your immaturity and your indignance.
I am your misfits and your praised.
I am your doubt and your conviction.
I am your charity and your rape.
I am your grasping and expectation."
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"No . . ." it said after pausing,
"Tommy," she closed her eyes.
"Sorry to disappoint," he said trying to be sympathetic. "I wish it was him calling you too, instead of me,"
"Why do you sound scared?" she asked, then began remembering he had told her it was an emergency.
"Just please come here,"
"Tommy it's like midnight. I can't afford to leave here, I'll get caught and people will assume I've run AWAY, and well, that's just not something I'd ever do,"
"This isn't something I'd normally ASK you to do,"
"Just tell me what it and maybe I'll come,"
"There isn't time, just please! Please come!" he said now almost crying. He heard her hang up her phone and he closed his eyes.
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"I see you averting your glances.
I see you cheering on the war.
I see you ignoring your children,
And I love you still.
And I love you still."
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Amy left a note that she was going to a friend's house and then rushed to her car. She'd only been outside of Tommy's once and she was trying desperately to recall what it looked like and where it had been. He sounded so sad and hurt and worried; the adrenaline pumped so mightily through her that she found his house without much trouble at all. Leaving practically everything in the car she shut the door on her scarf and had to reopen it to release it. Running up to the door, she rang the bell once and waited. She had heard the twisted tales of his family, and seeing that it was midnight, she wasn't about to test his parent's patience.
He ran to the door, she could hear his footsteps pounding down the stairs inside. . . knew he was watching through the window to see when she'd come; prayed she'd come. And now she had.
"Amy," he said, tears falling down his cheek, soaking through his bloodstained t-shirt. "Amy," he began to cry again falling to his knees, grabbing on to her shirt and pulling her down with him, he sobbed.
"Shhh," she said rocking him back and forth. She hadn't ever seen him cry, hadn't ever seen him upset in fact. She didn't know how to act, and so she acted the way she did when Ephram was upset. It was all she knew, "its okay, what's wrong? Shhh," she helped a little bit, but he was so hysterical that she could only do so much. He tried to gather himself then pulled her by the hand into the house. They ran up the stairs, no words spoken, no questions asked.
She began to hear crying, sobbing even, sounds from a little child; a young boy. He heart clenched, tears now flowing down her cheeks too.
"In here," he managed to eek out. He opened the door and she saw the little child whose voice she had heard. *Tommy's little brother* she thought.
"When I got back from your house I came in here and he was bleeding all over the place, he dropped a glass.he shouldn't have even had the glass. . .he dropped it," he started crying again, "and then he put the pieces in his mouth," the sobbing continued to the point where he could hardly breathe, "and he's bleeding and I'm scared, and I don't know what to do. My parents said they were watching him, but they weren't . . ."
"God, take him to the hospital, call an ambulance, anything! He should be in the hospital,"
"He can't go!" he explained rocking the sobbing child back and forth in his arms. She could see that he loved him with his everything.
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"I am your joy and your regret.
I am your fury and your elation.
I am your yearning and your sweat.
I am your faithless and your religion."
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"Why not?!" she asked crying now too, trying to wipe the blood from the child's mouth with a rag she found next to his bed.
"Because he's not supposed to be here!"
"What do you MEAN he's not supposed to be here? Tommy, nothing matters! He needs help, if he ingested glass . . ." she stopped. "Did your family kidnap him or something?" she asked quietly.
"GOD! NO! It's not like that at ALL!" he said holding the bleeding child to his chest.
"Well then what's the problem? I'm calling the hospital!" she said pulling out her cell phone. She saw that she had missed a call from Ephram. Tommy batted the phone out of her hands and she looked up at him with confusion tracing her eyes.
"Don't call!" he said, trying to wipe the blood away from the little boy.
"Well then I'm calling my father, or Dr. Brown, or someone!"
"No one!"
"Why the HELL not? Do you want this kid to die?" she asked. Tommy covered the little boy's ears. "Sorry," she said realizing the child shouldn't hear that language.
"Because they took him away from me!" He shouted.
"What are you talking about?" she said crying still, rubbing the small boy's head.
"Daddy, help me!" the little boy screamed. Amy stopped breathing.
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"I see you altering history.
I see you abusing the land.
I see you, your selective amnesia,
And I love you still.
And I love you still.
"Haaaaaaaaahh
I see you averting your glimpses.
I see you cheering on the war.
I see you ignoring your children,
And I love you still.
And I love you still.
I see you altering history.
I see you abusing the land.
I see you, your selective amnesia,
I love you still.
And I love you still."
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"Did he say 'daddy' just now?" she asked, color drained from her face.
"He's my son," he said, holding the child closer to him. "His mother, my girlfriend, died during childbirth. They took him away from me when they sent me to rehab. My parents took him in, but the authorities and child services don't know I'm back here. They think I moved somewhere else,"
"I'm calling Dr. Brown," she said, knowing her father would only make the situation worse. She watched father and son crying together; Tommy looked more afraid than she could ever have imagined. "You can trust him, I promise,"
She dialed, her hand shaking. "Dr, Dr. Brown? This is Amy," her voice obviously filled with tears.
"What do you need, sweetheart?" he asked. Amy had come to be like a daughter to him over time.
"I'm at Tommy's. We need your help please don't tell my dad." She said sniffling.
"Are YOU personally in danger?" he asked her calmly.
"No this isn't about me, it's about Tommy's family, just please," she continued.
"Okay I think I know where their house is, I'll be right over,"
"Oh, and Dr. Brown? Please ask Ephram to come, I need him," she politely requsted, "thanks for doing this,"
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"I am your tragedy and your fortune.
I am your crisis and delight.
I am your profits and your prophets.
I am your art, I am your vice.
I am your death and your decisions.
I am your passion and your plight.
I am your sickness and convalescence.
I am your weapons and your light."
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"It's okay now, Micah," he said rubbing his cheek. "Daddy's friend Amy's going to take care of everything," At that Amy came over and placed her index finger up to the child's eye, catching the salty drop. She then moved her hand up to Tommy's eye and did the same. He smiled for the first time that night. She kissed Tommy on the cheek as Micah climbed into her lap. For some reason he took a liking to her. Maybe it was because he could tell his dad trusted her.
"Amy?" he said lightly, she guessed he was about two years old. "Do you love my daddy?" he continued though his mouth was still bleeding. Tommy closed his eyes.
"Your daddy and I are best friends, sweetie. And I'm going to be your friend too, I promise," she said sweetly.
There was a knock at the door.
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"I see you holding your grudges.
I see you gunning them down.
I see you silencing your sisters,
And I love you still.
And I love you still.
I see you lie to your country.
I see you forcing them out.
I see you blaming each other,
And I love you still.
And I love you still."
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Ephram was standing in front of his father with a worried look on his face when Amy answered the door. He immediately pulled Amy into a tight embrace when he saw her. At that moment he felt as if that was the place he needed to be more than anywhere else. He rubbed her back gently, then moved to her head, running his hand down her hair.
"I'm sorry, baby, I'm so, so sorry. What's wrong?" he asked her as she sobbed into his arms.
"It's Tommy's son," she said and Ephram pulled far enough back to see in her eyes but still held her. She had said this for the first time, not only causing Ephram to be taken by surprise but herself taken aback as well.
"His what?" he said breathlessly as Tommy came down the stairs holding Micah in his arms. The Brown men's jaws dropped.
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"Haaaaaaaahh
I see you holding your grudges.
I see you gunning them down.
I see you silencing your sisters,
I love you still.
I love you still.
I see you lie to your country.
I see you forcing them out.
I see you blaming each other.
I love you still.
I love you still.
I see you."