I swear this is the last one for a few days. I don't think I can write tomorrow if I'm hammered. Lol. Well anyway, here's the story. Oh and: don't die on me givemecookies, I need your reviews :'( Lol.
Waiting nervously by her door, Scotty hovered his hand above the oak wood. Although he wasn't a gambler, even he knew the odds were that Lily would not be glad to see him. Who was he kidding? She'd probably be mad with him. She was probably the only broad that he couldn't predict, and maybe that was why he didn't gamble. Bringing his hand down, he recited a familiar tune on the hard wood to take his nerves away.
"Who is it?" The voice was distant and distorted through the door.
"It's me."
"Scotty? What are you doing here?"
"I don't take kindly to being talked to through a door, Lil'"
Maybe that was the wrong way to go.
"I'm not in the mood Scotty."
"Well I am. I need to talk to you."
"I don't want to talk Scotty."
"Well, aside from what you want, I have to tell you something." He needed to get in that house. "It's about work." He added for good measure, that was bound to get him in.
There was silence. "Can't it wait 'till tomorrow?"
"It's about tomorrow Lil'. We gotta - will you just let me in."
Slowly the door creaked open, revealing a very dishevelled half face of Lily Rush. Scotty just stood, glued to the spot, amazed, sad and angered by what he saw. Her eyes were puffy and red. She had been crying, and the paleness of her skin just emphasised the feature. For the first time Scotty hated Christina.
"Well, are you going to come in? It's freezing out here."
"Errm…Yeah sure."
He stepped warily into the house. They had never been inside each others homes before, and at that moment he wondered why not. This was the complete opposite of what he had expected. If he had thought she would be upset, he may not have been so hostile at the door.
"So what about work?" She was quick to turn and avoid his gaze.
"Work? Oh yeah, work. Well, we've got to fly out to Vegas tomorrow."
"Vegas why?" She sniffed, near inaudible.
"We found the sister. Lil'? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine."
"You've been saying that a lot lately."
"Well maybe I'm fine." Her voice raised, but there was no anger behind her words. Weird.
"No. You're not." He ventured. "You knew this guy didn't you?"
"Why would you think that? I swear I didn't even know his name 'till this morning."
"So how come you had done most of the digging before I even told you there was a sister involved?"
"You went on my computer?" Here's the anger, not much though…
"Well you did leave it on. If I didn't see it, one of the guys would have. Now answer the question."
"Don't you dare talk to me like that in this house, Patrick!"
There was silence. "Patrick?"
"Wow, I can't believe I just said that. I'm sorry Scotty. I'm going crazy." She sank onto the sofa.
"Well that was unexpected."
"I didn't know Jason, but I knew his sister."
"Sara? Why didn't you say something this morning?"
"I didn't know her name. We called her Baby Girl."
"We?"
"Yeah, I found her on the streets one day. Well, more like Billy did. Well anyway, she stayed with me for a while. Over a month. How did you find her?"
"She's a CSI over in Vegas. Can you remember when Greg sent out a load of pictures of that girl?"
"I remember. I knew I'd heard the name before."
"Lil'. I'm sorry about the baby." What a great way to bring that up jerk.
"What?" her voice below a whisper.
"Well, seeing as I don't see a kid…"
"I got rid of it. I didn't want anything that reminded me of them. I thought I was over it-"
"Then Chris came back." He finished for her.
"I just don't care anymore. If there's one thing George taught me, it's that I love her. The past is in the past. That was an old life. Me, now…I've got a second chance Scotty, I'm not going to waste it."
New Lil'? I wonder. Write soon, I promise. I like the next chapter, but it's all in my head not on the computer. I just hope the beer don't taint it. Lol. I'm not going to leave this being pregnant thing there - IT WILL BE IN OTHER CHAPTERS. Really got to get ready now. See ya ;-p