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Hate Me - Blue October

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Chapter 3

The scent of fresh cologne filled Sara's nose as she leaned into the comforting arms of the man who presently shared her bed. 'I wonder what it would feel like to wake up like this everyday.' She thought, sinking deeper into the mans embrace. A hand was resting on the curve of her hip, and the sound of snoring was the only thing heard; until the man spoke.

"I love em you." A soft snort escaped his lips, while the hand on her hip began pulling her closer. Sara smiled at his words, but as he spoke the last word, "Debbie", the events of the previous night flooded her mind.

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Sara sat horror-struck and broken as the man whom she had fallen in love with had just informed her about this secret life he had been living. "F-f-fiancé?" She quivered, fiddling with her elastic band that sat on her wrist.

Grissom said nothing, but the shorter brunette smiled and reached her hand over to Sara, who reluctantly shook it. When she pulled back, Sara frantically wiped her hands on her napkin several times. 'As if wiping your hands is going to make her go away. Brilliant one, Sidle.'

"It's nice meeting you Miss Sidle. I've heard a lot about you." Deborah leaned over to Sara and added, "Don't worry about the DUI honey, if it took Gil that much to realize something was wrong, he's to blame." Deborah chuckled. "I'll be right back. Need to use the ladies room." She got up an kiss Gil on the cheek before walking towards the back.

As soon as Deborah was out of sight, Sara stood up slowly, walked over to Grissom and stayed standing as he looked up at her. 'Right where I want him.' Sara was pissed.

"Sara?" Grissom winced as her hand came in contact with his cheek with a loud "Slap!".

"You bastard!" she screamed in a whisper. "Are you seriously telling me you are getting married? To that!" She pointed in the direction of the bathroom. "And all that time I thought you at least respected me God damn it!" Sara turned around to leave.

"Sara, I think you forgot something." Grissom asked wearily, reaching over to grab something from her side of the table.
Sara stormed back over to him and kicked him in the shin as she yelled, "I hope your balls get diseased and fall off you-you-you asshole monkey!"

Grissom cringed as his hand gripped the elastic she had left behind tightly.

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She was crying. She didn't realize it until she was far away from the asshole monkey, and exceedingly close to the mini bar. 'Walk away, Sidle. You'll just end up hurting yourself mo-' "Can I get something very strong?"

The bar tender replied, "Sure, we have various-"

"I mean the strongest of strong you have." She nodded rapidly.

"Sure, ma'am, how about-"

"Like men-on-steroids strong." Sara spoke over him once again, looking at the various assortment of drinks.
The man opened his mouth to speak, but made sure Sara had nothing more to say before simply saying, "Here," and handing her a very strong drink.

Sara gulped the drink down swiftly, and called the Bar Tender back for another drink. This process continued for another twenty minutes before an older looking man came to the rescue.

"Heyyy pardener." Sara lifted two fingers to her head and saluted the stranger as if they had been friends for years. "You should taste this, is delis-delis-good."

The man smiled and cautiously took the drink away from her. "I think you've had enough pumpkin."

"Nuh nuh. Gimmie it back." Sara reached over him for the drink.

"What's your name?" The man asked.

Sara seemed to be thinking. "Sara Sidle."

Trying to continue conversation, he asked, "My name's Antony Willis." Silence. "What do you do for a living?"

"I work in a Crime Lab." She replied bluntly.

He chuckled, "And you're allowed to drink?"

"I-I'm a criminalist, Arthur, nottda prisner. I ken have a life ya know." She was getting cranky. 'Go home, Sara.' "I am damn it. Shut up."

"Who are you talking to?"

Sara stood up. "It's was nice to meets you, Avery. Nights."

He watched her walk out of the building, but something inside of him kicked in, and he hit the ground running for her. "Wait!"
Sara didn't turn around. "Go away."

"You can't drive home like that." He ignored her command. "I wont have you die because of me."

Sara mumbled quietly, "Trusts me, it wouldns be youris fauld." She tumbled to her vehicle and slipped inside.

"Just let me drive you home. Then….then I can take a cab home and leave you to your business." Antony pleaded. "Please."

"Whadda hell. 'Ine."

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She panicked. "Get-" Grunt "Off of" Another grunt, "Me!" Sara pushed the man off of the bed.
"Jesus Christ woman!" Antony grunted and pulled a sheet to cover himself.

"What are you doing here?!" She demanded. "I never invited you into my bed you creep!"

A smile came to his face, "Oh pumpkin, I blissfully remember you saying you wanted nothing more."

"I could have you arrested for statutory rape!" She screeched, pointing to the door, "Now get our scrawny, Debbie-loving ass out of my fucking apartment NOW!"

"Awe, pumpkin.."

"Don't you ever call me that again! OUT!"

He grabbed his clothes and headed for the door. Sara heard him mumble under his breath, "Bitch."

A/N: TBC of course. I have no comment for this chapter. Review if you have any questions. 3