Alright, I updated big time, this sucker is 8 pages long! Why did I update you ask? Well because I really love this chapter and I couldn't wait for feedback on it (Come on you have to review!) If you review once this year, let it be this story! Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy it!
Another
Chapter 18
No Solace in Rest
Leo smiled as he knocked on Kate's door. Anthony had gone away for the night and wouldn't be back to early that morning, this would give Leo time to spend with Kate, doing whatever she wanted, even if she wanted to go shopping, he call and make then open the store up just for her.
There was no answer and Leo was beginning to get worried. He took out his key and unlocked her door loudly so she might hear him, and he wouldn't frighten her. He walked inside the room and flicked on the light.
"Kate?" he called to her and she came out of the bathroom wearing her pajamas, "Are you okay? I knocked a couple times you didn't answer," he explained.
She smiled, "Yeah I was just in the bathroom, sorry."
"No problem," he began, "I just wanted to tell you that Anthony's gone for the next six hours or so. So I thought we could do something, anything your little heart desires."
Kate kept her smile, "That's nice Leo, it really is, but I just want to relax tonight. The only time I get to relax is when Anthony's not here. But you can stay with me, I was just going to lie on the couch, watch a couple TV shows. Maybe we could talk a little?" she asked sending her gaze to the floor.
He grinned, "I'd like that," he divulged as he watched her return to the bathroom and turn off the light.
She came towards him and stepped into the light radiating from the entrance room, which contained a TV a couch and a carpet. Immediately Leo noticed the bruising that was still noticeable on her face from three days prior when Vito had buried her.
That's why Anthony was away, he was chasing Vito across the country. After you did something like that to something that belonged to Anthony, you weren't going to get off easy.
His eyes were drawn to her cheek opposite of the one hit by Vito, which once lay smooth and fair in color. Now a blue bruise was forming on it, "What happened Katie?" he asked as he moved in to check out the injury.
"I got buried a couple days ago," she smiled sarcastically, "Or have you forgotten already?"
"No I mean this side," he informed as he skimmed the skin lightly with his hand.
"Oh," Kate whispered desolately, "That was Anthony," she explained pulling away from him and sitting on the couch.
"He hit you?" Leo exclaimed shocked as he quickly walked to the couch and took a seat beside Kate.
"Yeah," she answered her voice small in the large room.
"After what just happened, he hit you?" Leo asked again. She didn't answer him, but the emotion in her eyes told him she was telling the truth, "That should not have happened," he growled angrily taking another look at her cheek.
"It's okay," Kate comforted, "It doesn't hurt that much," she shrugged it off. "Kate, you could've died a couple days ago, and he doesn't even care? He has no right to do this," He expressed maddened.
"And you have no authority to go against him," Kate reminded, "If you backtalk him, he'll squash you like a bug. If getting smacked around once and a while, keeps you here, then I'll gladly oblige."
Leo stood from the couch in deep thought for a moment, "Kate, you can't do this anymore," he told her, "You can't let him smack you around, for me or for Linds."
"Lindsay's dead!" Kate exclaimed as she got up from the couch, "Lindsay's dead, my parent's are gone; you're the only one I have. If I left I'd have nowhere to go."
"But you'd have a life, freedom, safety," Leo argued back as he walked closer to her.
"But I wouldn't have you," Kate answered tears streaking her face, "I'm not leaving without you! I don't want to leave without you, even if it means getting beaten and degraded and…"
Kate could finish her sentence because Leo held her gently and placed his lips across hers so tenderly. Slowly the kiss became more intense, to the point where Leo was still kissing Kate as he carried her to the bed.
He broke the kiss and gazed at her, seeing the feelings he felt for her, mirrored back in her eyes. "Kate, we can't do this," he told her as he was leaned over her, his heart broke when he saw the pain of rejection appear on her face.
"Why not?" Kate asked as she ran one of her cool fingers down the side of his cheek.
He sighed, "God knows I want to, but Anthony," he started, but Kate cut him off with a powerful kiss that caught them both off guard, "Weren't you the one who said Anthony was away for the next while?" she asked smiling.
He buried his head in her neck as she giggled and pushed off his suit jacket. It landed behind them on the bed with a light thump. His hand traveled underneath the cotton tank top she wore and gently caressed her stomach as she threw his tie to land beside the suit jacket.
He captured her lips in another kiss as he used both hands to guide her tank top above her head and to the floor. Her hand ran through his dusty short hair as he splayed kisses all over her stomach.
Suddenly a deafening knock came form the door, "Sweet Pea!" Anthony called from outside, "It's me."
Kate's heart stopped in her chest as he continued to knock at the door, both her and Leo froze in fear. If Anthony caught them, he wouldn't think a second before wasting both of them.
"Katie," Leo whispered as he got off of her, "What are we supposed to do?" has asked frantically trying to retie his necktie.
Without a thought she pulled the tie off him and grabbed one of his placid hands. She quickly ran into the bathroom as the knocks on the door became louder and angrier now accompanied with cursing. She fell to her knees before the toilet and reached underneath it.
"Kate," Leo asked with puzzlement, "What are you doing?"
Kate's hand finally came in contact with the line she wanted and she pulled it, water began to flood all over the soft ivory bathroom tiles. Hurriedly she stood up and ran to the sink, throwing water on the floor and down her pant legs.
"Come here," she told Leo as she pulled him closer to her and threw cupfuls of water onto his pants and shirt. She pulled him closer still and kissed his lips eloquently, then let him go, "Pretend you're fixing my toilet."
He gave her a sly smile as she ran out of the bathroom and to the door. She took a deep breath in before she gained the courage to open it and cease the constant banging.
"What the hell took you so long?" Anthony asked as he pushed past her and into the entrance room.
"My toilet backfired," she stated simply, "Leo's in there cleaning up the mess of water, I was helping him," she continued.
"I just came back for a little while, as soon as I tell ya something, I'm leaving for the road for a couple days to trail Vito," he explained as Leo made some grunting noises and banging from the other room as he feigned fixing the toilet.
Anthony walked over to the couch then sat down on it, making himself comfortable, "Com'mere I have to tell you something important," he told her as he reached out to pull her down to the tiny couch. She landed next to him and stared at him, wonder what could be of such importance that he would stop his quest for Vito and come back to tell her something.
"While I was chasing that ratfink through Brooklyn, I was thinking about what he did to you, what that would've done to me," Anthony explained. Kate didn't understand, did he really care for her? "I thought about what was missing between us," Anthony paused.
What? Kate thought freedom? No, love! Love was definitely missing, and safety. Do I have to narrow my answer down to one? Kate almost smirked at her sardonically evil mind. Then she realized Anthony was still awaiting her answer, "I don't know," Kate replied innocently, after a year and a half living in this hellhole, she learned when to lie.
"A child," he answered. Kate's stomach fell straight to her feet, this was not happening. Why would he want to bring a child into this? Kate knew it was foolish to argue with him, but this is where he crossed the line.
"I don't want to have a baby," Kate stated bluntly, not cowering, nor turning away, she stared him down, and she swore she saw the precise moment when his rage triggered in.
He sat calmly on the couch beside her, pressing his lips together and nodding, "So you don't want a baby," he repeated, at a fairly gentle tone. Kate thought he might actually understand when he lunged at her and threw her harshly to the ground, "I don't get a damn if you don't want a baby!" he screamed as he towered over her.
Kate leaned to get up and explain her point of view when he picked her up and slammed her into the wall, "I need a son," he told her as her back slammed into the thick, broad walls again, "If I die, I need a son to take over everything!" he told her as he clamped her between the wall and himself.
"Anthony," she squeaked in pain, "I'm only nineteen, I'm not ready yet," she begged.
"I don't give a shit if you're not ready yet," he told her as he threw her to the ground, "I'm double your age and I'm more then ready," he informed as he fixed his crooked tie, "I'm not going to be around forever."
"What if the baby's a girl?" Kate pushed herself off the ground weakly using the slightly unharmed palms of her hands, she managed to get to her feet, but swayed lacking balance.
Anthony fumingly approached her and gripped her throat harshly, "You'd better pray it's a boy," he demanded of her, tightening his grasp, "Because if it's a girl, she'll be worse off then you, I guarantee that!" he shouted as his hands constricted her neck further.
Suddenly there was a crash in the bathroom, Anthony emotionlessly released his clutch on Kate's throat and let her fall to the ground. She lie sprawled out on the carpet, gasping for what little breath she could as she heard Anthony suavely as Leo what happened, she heard him answer that the pipes in the toilet must've been jarred a bit, because the porcelain's cracked.
Anthony chuckled at the problem and merely told Leo to go out tomorrow and by a new toilet. With that he left the bathroom and walked past Kate, smoothing down the wrinkles that lay in his suit jacket, "I'll be back in two days," he told her pausing momentarily before opening the door, "You'd better be ready by then," he warned as he slammed the door behind him.
Kate's head limply fell back to the floor, she was tired of fighting, tired of this life. Now she understood what Lindsay had told her, warned her about. Why she chastised Kate about her choice, because ultimately Kate was going to die here, but if there was one thing she wasn't going to let happen, it would be bringing a child into this. That would happen over her dead body.
Jack sat tensely on the soft downy bed, his back lined up perfectly with the wall. Kate lay in his arms sleeping peacefully for the moment being, and he had a pang of déjà vu from the cruise ship. That night when he thought he'd never gaze upon her beauty again.
He remembered that night when she stumbled drunkenly into his apartment after a week of seclusion, after her pardon from jail. He had been so concerned about her the entire week, even went as far as to try to track her down, but all his attempts failed.
Half of him was ecstatic, elated that even in her current state, she was in his life; she was a big part of his life, if not the whole shebang. But lucidity came to him in several evil impish forms. Every time he seemed to take a step forward with Kate, a malicious cataclysmic event took place that seemed to send them down the snake and back to the beginning of the game.
Trailing his fingers gently over the champagne colored skin of her cheek, he wondered how many times this had happened to her. How many times in her past had she been abused emotionally, mentally, physically? He stopped there, knowing that the next on the list was sexually, but his mind couldn't handle that, not now, not ever.
He nestled her closer at that simple thought, and was instantaneously welcomed to a utopia when he felt her repose against his chest. Her breathing steady, her lethargic yet determined heart, hastily thrusting blood throughout her beaten body.
Jack's spirit lessened, he knew that she was having another quaking nightmare, but she'd have to wake up on her own. Though in her psyche, Kate was battling various demons that Jack was unaware of, in actuality, she was slumbering peacefully, showing no movements or expressions of discomfort.
This was due to the sedative that was vigorously injected into her; he knew she'd have to sleep it off. By the drugs the doctor had chosen, she might be a little groggy. He lifted one of her delicate wrists so it was in clear view, and angered at the weak swelling that was occurring. It shouldn't have happened at all, he should've never let his mother leave with her.
It was all to obvious to him, his father had an addictive personality, he had smoked until Jack was in grade school, when he apprehended the dark consequences of what his mother referred to from then on as 'cancer sticks'.
After that he began to drink a few drinks more then usually, nothing noticeable until Jack was in high school. He would leave work and travel straight to the nearest bar and drink until he was well over his limit. His mother or himself would be forced to pick his dad up in the drunken frenzy he was in, onetime he got dangerous, and from then on Jack volunteered to do the driving.
His mother, his friends, even Jack himself, had tried to get his dad to stop the drinking like he had done with the cigarettes, to drop one deadly habit for the next wasn't doing anything but increasing the percentage of organs that could fail. Sadly there was no change; his dad was as stubborn as he was arrogant.
The final straw was when he began to come into work drunk, now not only was he endangering his own life, but the lives of countless others, others who depended on him to make them better, to fix broken bones, to stitch torn skin.
His father's death from alcohol came as an expectation, though he and his mother were still shocked by it. After being stuck on the isle for three months, then returning, he instantly noticed a change in his mother. She was mimicking his father's actions of addiction.
She had told him she visited a psychiatrist regularly, and would be foolish not to. He assumed she was dependant on the drugs, he had tried to talk to her once about it, try to get her help, expose her to the penalties of them, but it proved to be a faulty theory. She only denied the use of drugs even more, and soon Jack grew tired of the game she played, his care beginning to be whittled away, little by little, like Locke carving a figure out of a hard piece of wood back on the island.
His thoughts were that she would only end up hurting herself in the end, if it ended in death. Sure he would be affected, he'd have to be inhuman not to be, but he'd know that he did everything in his power to drive a stake between her and the dreaded pills.
Once again, his thoughts eluded him, his mother in all the kindness he knew in her, the woman who cooked him chocolate chip cookies when he was young, the one who cleaned his scraped knee after his father reprimanded him, the one who had remembered his birthday after his father forgot, had dictatorially forced her answer to Kate's problem upon her, which was exactly what his father would've done.
He kissed Kate's head gently, knowing fully she was in a pure hell and there was nothing he could do about it. He had done all he could, broken all ties with his mother so she couldn't hurt Kate or himself again. Maybe it would be an eye opener and she'd seek help for her drug abuse problem.
Jack was startled out of his day reveries by the vociferous droning of the telephone located on the bedside table. Kate still hadn't been jolted awake by the piercing noise, so Jack carefully moved his arm out to reach for the blaring object. He prayed silently that it was someone to get his mind off the situation, something to side track him for a few moments so perhaps he could pretend he lived in that fictitious world, where his dad had never succumbed to alcohol, and his mother had never had to resort to anti-depressants. A world where Kate in her all her allure and compassion has never been attacked by someone Jack was pretty sure she'd already known, and had already succeeded in battering her before.
He pressed the button on the portable with his thumb as he held it in the same hand. His other was occupied with rubbing Kate's back gently and sympathetically, understanding her nightmare, which was the more important of the two objectives. He held the phone to his ear and hoarsely asked, "Hello?" If Jack didn't know himself, and had been on the receiving end of the telephone, he'd immediately think that he'd been through hell…the assumption would be right.
"Hello, is a Dr. Jack Sheppard home?" a friendly voice on the other end asked. He had half a mind to tell them no and to phone back later, but what goes around comes around, and he was sure that whatever wrongs he committed would end up coming back to Kate somehow.
Jack cleared his throat, "Speaking," he simply said, not sending an unfriendly vibe, but not sending the urge to talk. "This is detective Foster," a empathetic, yet powerful male voice spoke, "We sent an officer down last week to get a statement from a Ms. Kate West, she was unable to talk at the time, and I as wondering if I could send another officer down?"
You mean you want to know if she can talk yet, Jack thought simply, "No I'm sorry," he stated as a boyfriend, then decided to let the doctor take over, "Though Kate's physical wounds are healing, her emotional wounds are still open and bleeding."
The line was quiet for a moment and Jack had thought the detective had hung up when he spoke again, "Alright, thank you Dr. Sheppard, we'll call you back in two weeks, but if she talks before then, let us know," he asked.
"Of course," Jack agreed and then heard the click sound, signaling the end of the conversation. He turned off the phone skillfully with one hand once again and placed it back on the table.
Kate still hadn't moved and inch, her eyes still portraying a blissful nap, but Jack knew better. Looks could be and often were deceiving. He hoped that whatever keep Kate tied to her sleep, it wasn't as painful as his mind was letting on.
Jack had things to do, groceries to buy, dishes to wash, rooms to clean, he should probably have a shower sometime soon. But right now, lying here with Kate, knowing she was safe in his arms, even if it were only for these few minutes. There was no place else he'd rather be.
Alright, I hoped you guys liked this chapter. I just felt that Jack feelings needed to be voiced, and what better way to do that then a soliloquy (yeah I love that word). But this is my favorite chapter in the story, so I hope you liked it!
Since it's like 3am, me and Ethan are the only ones awake, so we're reviewing
Ethan: True, dat!
FanOfLOST
Shiggity: Jack did disown his mother, and she doesn't appear again in this story (unless you count the sad ending). So be glad for that. As far as doctors go, Kate says some stuff about that in the fluffy ending.
Ethan: B4, B8, I15, I16, I23, G42 OMG BINGO!
Shiggity: Ethan! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
CharlieClaireforlife
Ethan: Hey, I will not be silenced!
Shiggity: Sorry, this is a Jack/Kate specific story only (even thought the beginning had Shannon and there was some Charlie thrown in there), I decided early one that it would be only Jack and Kate.
Pinker Pink
Shiggity: Lol Eleanor is gone until the sad ending. So don't worry about it.
Ethan: I liked the part that I was still alive!
Whirlwind-2005
Ethan: Wow, sugar high much?
Shiggity: Leo is the guy she loved and killed, but that'll come up later. So will the airplane. Everything from the show ties in with the story, because I can think of an excuse for everything.
Ethan: Shiggity, like coffin's much
Shiggity: (shudder) I'm a major claustrophobic, that chapter wasn't fun to write, but it was needed originally for an similarity between Kate's life. The original plot was at the hospital, Kate was going to get a CT, the machine which is a lot like a coffin. But I tossed that idea.
Ethan: We have yet to figure out, what highly recommend this story means but we'll get our people on it (cast of lost sprawled out on couches snoring)
Shiggity: I had my spring break this week, but I only have a 4 day week next week. And blow a raspberry is when you stick your tongue out and make that "pfft" sound. (That's the best way I can describe it)
Orlando-crazy
Ethan: quick enough for you?
CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88
Shiggity: There is soooo much fluff coming you won't be able to handle it.
Ethan: I suggest reading it in dosages
Shiggity: BTW I'm glad you like the soliloquy
Lillywriter
Shiggity: Thanks :) I'll check to see how many chapters until fluff umm 1 congrates lol
Jackluver928
Shiggity: LMAO you sound like me at school. I pushed my best friend Lizzie down the stairs (we have three flights) because I told her to shut it and she didn't. Lol we bitchslap each other all the time, we've become like immune.
Oreata
Jack: (is mildly awaken by Oreata's screaming) What? Get who outta where?
Gowland
Shiggity: Nope Leo is the man she loved/killed that's explained along with the toy airplane and other show related tidbits later in the story
LostgirlKate
Ethan: Congrate on being right, have a cookie.
Shiggity: Fluffiness next chapter
Standardblack
Shiggity: NP on the comments on 'Bitten' Thanks for writing such an awesome story!
(grabs Ethan and dances) Yeah for updates! PS hoped you liked the soliloquy
Lostobsessivefreak
Shiggity: I didn't listen to you lol. I got bored so I updated. I'm glad you liked the icons and feel free to snag any that you want. And I'm glad you like the story so much
Ethan: You've all been asking about it for months, and for the love of God you can all stop now! Because in the next chapter the 2 most asked questions will be answer, "the next chapter is chalked full of fluff" and (takes a deep breath in) "Kate talks in it!" YEAH I CAN'T WAIT!
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