Here is one of my very favorite chapters from this story. I just love it, I think it's some of my ideas put to their best. But I gotta tell you, I just wrote another chapter to this story (now its 17 pages long!) and it's even better then this one! I can't wait till I get to put that one up.
Oh PS the italicized words are lyrics from the some "Whatever happened to Mary?" by Chumbawumba which was the song I listened to, while writing this chapter.
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Chapter 3
Whatever Happened To Mary?
One Week Later
No virgin me,
for I have sinned,
I sold my soul,
for sex and gin…
"I haven't seen you here before." Somebody yelled over the booming music and the strobe lights.
She looked up and saw a man in his late thirties shooting a sly grin her way. She smiled back and tucked a loose ringlet of hair behind her ear, "I'm new in town," she replied in a sweet, yet suggestive voice.
"Well," the man said as he took the barstool next to her, "I knew you must've been new here, because I would've remembered a cute face like yours," he explained as he took out a pack of cigarettes, hit them against the counter and took one out, "You smoke?" he asked offering her one.
"I don't like to smoke directly," she expressed, "I get my fill of smoke second hand," she disclosed turning in her stool towards him, crossing her blue-jean clad legs.
"What like through the air?" He asked as he lit the end of the smoke, and tiny wisps of spun out of the top.
"I guess, but there's something about me, that just makes me attracted to guys that smoke," she divulged.
He raised an eyebrow, "Is that so?" he asked. She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, "Well I guess I'd better by you a drink if you don't smoke," he smiled covertly
"Now that is something I definitely cannot pass up," she replied.
"So what's your choice?" he asked pulling the cigarette from between his lips and spewing the gray smoke into the ambiance of the noisy club, "Hey Phil I'll have a scotch on the rocks and girly here will have a…"
"Molson Canadian," She called, then turned back to the man beside her.
"A beer girl, huh, you know what they say about beer drinking girls," he asked, she shook her head and her curls bounced, "That you're real partiers."
"Well, I guess you'll just have to wait until later," she replied raising an eyebrow seductively.
He chuckled, as he snuffed out his cigarette, the stuck his hand out, "I'm Don, and I've been in New York all my life so if you ever need directions, I'd be more then happy to help you out."
She smiled and matched his hand with hers, "I'm Kate."
I'm so up and down
And I love what's not allowed,
I was lost, now I see,
And now I'm growing old disgracefully…
"After four beers you must have some kind of buzz," he asked her as he lit another cigarette.
"You'd think wouldn't you," she replied then looked past him at a room, "will you excuse me for a sec, I have to…"
"Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't go sooner with all those beers," he replied as she got off her stool and walked to the bathroom. He didn't mind at all, she'd picked a cheap drink and her walking to the bathroom gave him time to check her out from behind.
"You'd better bring me another Molson Canadian, Phil," Don asked.
Phil pulled a bottle out of the bar fridge and put it on the counter, "So how's the progress going?" he asked, "You think you're getting lucky?"
"Are you kidding, of course I am," he exclaimed.
"I don't know Don," he pressed, "She's a young one."
"She's also a party girl, young and a party girl, how can I go wrong?" Phil asked.
Kate walked into the bathroom and checked underneath all the stalls to make sure no one else was in the room with her. She then walked to the door and grabbed the cold metal lock and sealed it.
She leaned both her arms against the filthy sink counter and looked at herself in the mirror. Was she really ready to do what she was about to do? She leaned over the sink and splashed some cold water on her face. She wasn't as drunk as she could be, but one more beer and she'd be there.
She reached in her back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of lined paper and opened it. She read it carefully, even in her state and she looked over to the open window that hung open in the top corner of the room.
She placed the paper in the back pocket of her blue jeans and ran to the window catching by the edge, pulling herself up and falling over into the alley on the other side. She ran out of the alleyway and flagged down a taxicab and quickly climbed into the back.
"Where you wanna go, Sweetcheeks?" The driver asked behind his strong New York accent and his stogie.
She handed him the paper though the slot in the plastic and muttered, "Just take me to that address."
"You got it," he exclaimed and began to drive.
Oh yeah, she was more then ready…
"That'll be 11.88," he told her as he stopped the ticker, and turned around to Kate who was in the backseat still, the beer was obviously doing a number on her now.
"I only have five bucks," she replied, "But if you let me go get my friend I'm sure he'd pay you the other six bucks," she slurred.
The cab driver laughed at her, "Keep you're money Sweetcheeks," he answered as he took the stogie between two of his thick, fat fingers, "I'm just glad you didn't attempt to drive home in your condition."
"Well I don't have a home," she divulged as she undid the seatbelt, "Or a car," as she got out of the car, "But thanks."
"No problamo," he answered, "You okay for getting up stairs?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think I'm good," she replied and he nodded and drove away.
Kate looked down at the piece creased lined paper in her hands, she had gone to the bar to get a drink. Actually to get a few because she knew she'd have a better chance at doing this half drunk then completely sober.
She walked up the stone steps to the vintage New York apartment building and was greeted by fluorescent lighting, and bright colors coating the lounge. She squinted her eyes a bit but continued walking until she met a flight of stairs and an elevator.
She didn't need to look at the paper, she knew that he was on the twelfth floor, but she looked anyways, she didn't want to be wrong. She looked at the elevator pad and pressed the 'going up' button.
Quickly the machine dinged and opened its doors to allow Kate entry, she stood and looked at the next number pad for a few brief seconds before pressing the number 12. It lit up and the elevator started to rise up, immediately the movement reminded Kate of the plane crash.
Before her fear could fully register the machine dinged once again and the doors pulled open, revealing a tight hallway with a red spotted carpet, lit by the odd wall lamp between every door.
She noticed that her feet were begging to stumble and wondered if maybe she should've called it quits at three beers. She reached apartment forty-seven and she froze, everything froze in her, her brain stopped thinking, her heart stopped beating, and she stared at the door for a few minutes before coming up with the blind courage of knocking.
She heard movement inside and then the locks being undone on the door. The door creaked open and she stood agape at what she saw, Jack still in his blue scrubs opened the door.
"Kate?" he asked shocked, but still with a smile.
OMG OMG! YOU GUYS SHE WENT TO HIS HOUSE! OMG! Lol yeah you all totally love me, once again love mail can be sent to now on to the fleet of reviews that I keep receiving as I write the comments…
CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88 Are you kidding, Lost is going to be like the next 'ER' or 'Law and Order'. Man those shows are like older then time itself. And who knows what's going to happen to Kate, I mean so much could happen after she arrives drunk on Jack's doorstep…
Evermore I'm not confident at all, I mean I can confidently say that, I change my clothes like three times in the morning before deciding what to wear. PS the 'underdog writer?'
Tatiana Thanks, I want this to be a very detailed story, believe me I just spent like a page describing feelings…
Jess I hope you like it, I don't know how long it'll be, but it won't end anytime soon.
FanOfLOST Aww I'm sorry I made you cry, I didn't think it was that emotional compared to 'Pangs of Guilt' lol. I like Shannon because I think she had major potential (Ha ha that's what Boone said (BA-URN SHANNON!))
Alina Thanks, the next chapter will be up ASAP
Pink Pinker OMG Tabula Rasa and House of the Rising Sun are my favorite episodes and they're the only ones I don't have on tape! The first eppy I saw was the middle of Tabula Rasa and I was like "Who's that?" "What's going on?" "OMG a polar bear?" "Man that girls a biatch" "Okay he's useless…" "That guy's annoying" "Hey who's she…oh she's the criminal… her and that guy are totally going to do it…" "WHAT OUT CONVICT GIRL HE'S GOING TO WAKE UP AND STRANGLE YOU!" "OTHER GUY WHO'S OBVIOUSLY HER LOVE INTEREST COME IN HERE AND KICK THIS GUYS ASS!" and that's basically it. I watched it from then on, but I wasn't really 'in to' it, but then after House of the rising sun I realized I was obsessed lol.
Standardblack Hey I can't wait for more on your story too, I check like everyday! Seriously I log on, check my emails, then go to fanfic and check to see if you updated lol. There's a pretty cute moment coming up soon ;)
Kim Sorry I don't mean to make people cry, honestly! I hope you liked this chapter…
MusicMonkney88 A thank ya
Lostobsessivefreak Aww thanks for the boost! I'm sorry the chapters made you cry, I'll try to lessen the deepness lol…
Leigh NOOO LEIGH COME BACK!
KJCC Once again sorry for making you cry, I'm glad you like my writing so much, with all these nice comments I'll be sure that I never stop…
Rain1657 Sorry Rain, this story is strictly Kate/Jack (event thought the beginning was Shannon). I want to make this one as much about Jack and Kate as I can.
MizSniz Hee hee nope not in prison, I don't know I'm not that good with prison scenes mainly because I have no clue how to write them, because I've never been there, but then again I've never been on an island well I have, but not stranded.
Freckles-101 Nah I wasn't creative enough to have her get hurt and go to the hospital he works at. Besides why isn't he at work now? Hmmm questions…
Whirlwind-2005 Here borrow my machete… Hmm Jack didn't get drunk for a reason maybe? …
Next Chapter- All the questions answered…
