I haven't had a chapter up in months, I know, and I'm so, so, so sorry! Forgive me please! Ok, so maybe not months, more like days. The internet was down. But here it is, all..up and stuff for you.
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On with the show!
Title: Getta Grip!
Rating:PG
Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters and/or places belong to Annie Proulx. No profit is being made.
"What did you say!" Ennis' fists clenched the arm rests of the wheelchair, his teeth bared through open lips. His animalistic side had never been allowed to peek through around the girls, but Jack saw it and knew it for what is was.
"Jenny, Junior, ya'll go outside now. Yer Daddy an' me gotta talk." The girls nodded placidly, frightened by their father's explosive reaction, terribly gruesome since they had only seen him on the verge of angry once. They walked slowly out of the door, throwing glances over their shoulders as they went. When the large, white door closed, Jack heard their flip flops flying down the hall way. He wasn't suprised.
"Ennis, get a grip a yerself."
"I gotta grip, Jack. A real good one, and it's gonna be on Monroe's throat soon."
"Ennis," Jack put rough hands over the hospital pyjamas, rubbing lightly, "Jus' calm down a lil'. I know it's bad, I know what he done hit real damn close to home..." Ennis turned around to holler what would most likely be a mighty reply, but instead vomitted on Jack. Jack couldn't blame him. He stripped off his soiled shirt, glad he had worn an undershirt today, and tucked it into one of the plastic bags the hospital used for patient's laundry.
Ennis wiped his mouth out with a fist, spat on the floor, not worried about the kindly nurse who would have to clean it up. "Jack, yeh cain't imagine what it's like. Yeh got a boy, I know, but it's differnt with girls. It jus' is, so don' say it ain't." He glared at Jack, as though silently daring the man to do what he had justbeen told not to.
"I wasn't gonna, jus', Ennis, those girl's need yeh. They don' got their mama, they never had their step daddy, yer all that's lef'. Don' get yerself inta jail, Ennis, don' do it."
"What am I suppos' ta do! Jus' let 'im get away with it, then?"
"No," Jack sighed, sat heavily on the bed, and let his shoulders sag. Even with his age, muscles were constantly moving, and were hard for Ennis to ignore even in a situation like this. "I'll kill the bastard myself."
Ennis stared at Jack until the man got up and walked over to him. Jack wrapped a hand around Ennis' neck, kissed him quickly, and hard enough to draw blood. Then he picked up his soiled shirt and started to leave, before turning back around. "Ennis, we'll be back in a week to getcha. Don' wait up too long."
And Ennis knew what Jack meant. If Jack wasn't back in a week, the man was in jail for what was to happen.