The Grocery Store
Chapter 2
A/N- Thanks for the reviews! I hope you guys like this chapter! Oh and I hope Monk and Sharona are not too out of character in this chapter cuz it kinda seems like Sharona wouldn't "fall apart" as much as she does and Monk wouldn't do something of the things he does… well...just read
p.s- ExhibitQ: I don't hate Natalie completely, she's a good replacement for Sharona but I love Sharona! Anywhoo I'm glad that you got the benching 200 joke I threw in last chapter! Also, I read your story like you said and it was great!
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Monk did not know his emotions at the moment she said those words, and he could never even start to relate to hers. He was speechless for the first time in a long time. All he could think of was how anyone could treat Sharona that way.
He still stood there in the middle of the grocery store; embracing Sharona is his arms while she cried heavily. He thought of how it was hell for her at the moment and why she flinched when he touched her.
After a few minutes of silence and a lot of tears Monk released her slowly. He glared at her now red eyes and pink cheeks, "Tell me what I can do."
She shook her head and breathed in slowly, "There's nothing…I just…. I left without Benjy because he wanted to stay. I didn't tell him what happened."
"Where are you staying then?"
"Nowhere I just…got here this morning and…." She rubbed her eyes and trailed off. Her shirt was now wrinkled and Monk could tell she was hungry…
"Come back with me."
"No Adrian…. I can't I would be a burden…"
Monk shook his head in opposition and turned his grocery cart around, "Sharona…please."
She did not say a word and followed him to the checkout counter. She tried to hide herself behind his tall figure so nobody would see what a mess she was. She sighed quietly and for Monk's sake, tried to put a smile on.
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About a half an hour later they were settled in his house: The grocery's were put away and Sharona was sitting at the kitchen table, staring. Monk glimpsed at her quickly from the living room. She looked scared and upset and there he was not doing anything to comfort her.
He pushed himself to go in there and talk to her. It was ten o' clock at night and he could hear the rain thrashing against the windows. He took a seat next to her and moved around uncomfortably.
"Sharona, do you want to…talk about…anything."
God was he bad at these types of things.
She looked at him, trying to compose a small smile but failing, "No…I just…..want to go to sleep."
"Okay." Monk helped her off her chair and followed her into the guest bedroom, "Now here is the remote, and here is extra towels and…here is some moist toilettes."
He placed all three items on a chair next to the bed.
"Thank you Adrian."
He loved hearing her say that…. he loved her voice all together. It was hard for him not to get excited.
He left the room without saying anything and headed over to his. He quietly slipped into his nightwear: dark blue flannel pants and a tight white t-shirt and combed his hair.
After finishing his nightly routine he slid into bed. As he said a quick prayer he drifted off into sleep but was awaken by a sense of someone in the room.
He turned on his nightlight to see her standing in the doorway, probably debating whether or not to come in.
"Sorry, I just heard something outside and…." She rambled softly.
He thought to himself of how she probably was still scared, and got out of bed, carefully folding over the covers, "Here…. sleep here, the wind doesn't come this way."
She figured she shouldn't object, as he would ignore her, so she carefully laid her head on his pillow. The bed was already warm from his body heat.
Monk peered over at her in her cute summer pajamas (which consisted of black shorts and white tee) and smiled.
"I'll go get another pillow."
He walked out to the hall closet and took a spare pillow out of a plastic bag. As he walked back in the room he could hear her sniffling softly. Her body was turned away from him, and she was curled up in a ball like position.
He carefully laid the pillow on the floor and impulsively sat on the bed, right next to her.
He saw her tears flowing onto the pillow and he thought about how unsanitary it was.
But he instantly turned his attention back to Sharona. She tried to pretend like she was drifting off, but Monk caught on and carefully laid down next to her. It was completely dark other than that small light he had turned on. He slipped one of his arms underneath her and the other around her and pulled her in close: as child would with a teddy bear.
She was now embraced fully by his whole body and her tears were falling on his left hand. His other hand was placed gently on her midriff.
"I'm sorry." She sniffled.
"Don't be…it's not your fault." Monk said.
Sharona was surprised at his actions, how sympathetic he was towards her and how affectionate he was being: maybe there was hope for him.
She turned herself to face him: their faces were literally a few inches apart. He could feel her warm breath on his neck, as could she with his.
"Do you want to talk about it now?" Monk asked, trying to see her face through the darkness.
"Yes." She paused for a moment and started…
"It started because Trevor lost his job and became an alcoholic again."
Monk rubbed her back sympathetically and let her continue.
"He just started to get worse and worse. One day we got into a fight and…"
She chocked up for a second and tried to get it out, "he hit me and…. I dunno I didn't think much of it other than he was drunk and he did not know what he was doing."
"Sharona…I."
"He said it would never happen again, and he begged for my forgiveness but then…."
She stopped to compose herself, "He did it again and it hurt me. Every week he would do something to me and would always apologize later. Then he did something really…. terrible and I just had to leave…I had to get out of there."
She wiped her nose with the sleeve of her shirt and tried to look at Monk's face.
She could tell he was speechless but was trying to get something out.
"I'm so sorry Sharona…. It's just…. I can't believe…." He tried to get his words together, "You know everything that Trevor ever did to you…it was not your fault."
She nodded her head. She had always known that, but hearing it from someone else, someone she trusted and respected made her feel like it was true.
"You're going to divorce him obviously…."
Sharona was silent.
"Sharona…. you have to."
"He said if I even tried to he would…"
"I'll take care of it…. just…stay away from him."
"I have to go back." She said softly.
"What? Sharona…No."
"But Benjy…" She trailed off.
"I'll take care of it…. you just get some sleep. And I promise you Sharona. You'll never get treated this way again." He brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes. Their faces were still four inches apart.
She thought about what he had just said and smiled for the first time in a long time. She was so grateful that he was there for her, "Adrian…"
"What?" He asked dozing off.
"Thank you." She said and turned over onto her side, his hand still resting on her midriff.
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