Chapter 11
Part 2
Brenda dried her eyes and looked at Sharon's front door. She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. She adjusted Joel's cage in her hand, and watched the door. She forced a weak smile when she saw the door opening with Sharon on the other side.
Sharon's glasses were off, which Brenda knew was a sign of her relaxing for the night. And here Brenda was bringing her troubles in. Sharon's hair was pulled back into a clip and was wearing a loose blue sweater and jeans like she had been doing some cleaning.
"Brenda," Sharon said in almost a whisper at seeing her. "You can't be here," she told the blonde.
"I know, because of the investigation, but I have nowhere else to go," Brenda said, trying not to cry. Sharon's face grew to concern.
"What happened?" Sharon wondered.
"Do I have to tell you standing on your here?" Brenda reacted. Sharon shook her head slightly in disbelief and stepped aside. Brenda moved her way inside. She saw Rusty and Gav sitting in the living room playing a video game. Brenda looked over to the kitchen, where the pots and pans were sprawled out across the counter tops.
"I was reorganizing them," Sharon explained. She grabbed Brenda's wrist and began pulling her to her bedroom so they could talk privately.
"Hey Mrs. Johnson," Gav exclaimed, catching her off guard. Rusty looked over to Brenda and Sharon now.
"Hi Brenda," he said, slightly confused. Brenda had never come over to the house while Rusty was home. But he could see she had been crying. And he could also see she was holding a cat cage.
"Hello," she said softly with a gentle smile. Sharon walked over to her bedroom, and waited for the blonde.
"What are you doing here?" Rusty asked.
"I'm not sure yet," Brenda answered.
"Brenda," Sharon called, signaling to the door. Brenda moved quickly aside to the door, where Sharon let her in first. Sharon sat on her bed, and Brenda shut the door behind her. "You can let your cat out," Sharon said as Joel whined inside his cage.
"Thank you," Brenda said, letting Joel out. He instantly ran away from his owner and into Sharon's lap. Sharon gasped, surprised to see the cat she'd never met be so warm to her. She rested her hand on his head, and began petting him. "He likes you," Brenda coo'd, walking up to her.
"I can see that," Sharon replied as he nuzzled into her hand. Sharon couldn't help but smile slightly. Brenda's hand reached over to Sharon's knee, and settled on it lightly. Sharon looked up. "What happened, Brenda?"
Brenda broke eye contact with her, and fell into her lap. "Fritz found out about y'all's investigation when he went to check on that case your unit is workin' on together… I didn't tell him about it, and I wasn't gonna… I thought you could handle it before it got that bad. But he still found out… When I got home he was upset, and I left before it could get out of hand." Sharon tightened her hand around Brenda's. "He doesn't believe me."
"What do you mean?"
"He thought I was with you last night, which I was… Just not the way he thinks. But since I can't give my alibi he doesn't understand. He thinks I was having an affair with Eric too, and that you were coverin' for me."
"I'm a little lost," Sharon said.
"You said I was staying here last night, remember? But since you haven't said anythin', and I haven't given my alibi…"
"Oh, right. I forgot I ever told him that."
"I did too. But he was so upset, Sharon. I kept saying that I wasn't, but he kept getting more and more angry… He got called back in to work, and I left."
"Are you going back?" Sharon questioned, needing the answer. Brenda opened her mouth, but nothing came out but a cry. She knew the answer, but couldn't give it. Sharon shushed her and pulled her into a hug, allowing Brenda to cry on her shoulder. "Brenda, you need to give your alibi."
Brenda pulled back, and sniffled. "It's not just my life this will affect."
"No, it's not. It's mine too, Brenda. Is keeping me a secret really that detrimental to you?" Sharon finally asked. "Is it worth going to prison, so your husband doesn't know? Brenda, please. You, of all people, should see how ridiculous this is."
Brenda bit her lip. "He already thinks I'm having an affair anyway… He's gonna find out." Sharon smiled lightly. "What's the point of keeping it a secret anymore, anyway?"
"You lost me again" Sharon added.
"Well, I-" Brenda started, finally looking the happiest she had since she arrived, but was cut off by Rusty.
"-Sharon, the Chinese food is here!" He yelled over the door.
"I have to pay. But Brenda, you can stay here as long as you need," she told the woman. Brenda smiled lightly, and nodded. Sharon gently pushed Joel off her lap, and left the room.
*.*.*.*.
Gav leaned against the bar, watching Rusty get the water from the fridge. Rusty turned back, and set the pitcher on the counter beside Gav. He reached over for the two glasses he'd pulled out when he noticed Gav was staring at him.
"Yes?" Rusty asked. Gav broke his gaze and looked down.
"Oh, nothing."
"Dude, if you have something to say, just say it," Rusty pushed, being louder than he intended. Sharon had fallen asleep on the couch and none of them wanted to wake her.
"It's just… Well," Gav stumbled. Rusty lifted his eyebrow, urging him to continue. "What Jake said, was it true?"
"About Sharon? No, do you seriously have to ask that?" Rusty replied, almost angered that Gav would even asked.
"No, not about her, about you. When you were talking to Sharon, you sounded like you were, I don't know…."
"Gay," Rusty answered. "Yea, that would makes sense cause I am," he said with a half-smile.
"Oh."
"Why are you asking me this?"
Gav turned beat red. "I don't know, I just kept thinking about it."
"It doesn't bother you, does it?" Rusty tested.
"No, I was just curious." Gav said, suddenly becoming shy. He pulled his arms around his stomach. Rusty huffed, misunderstanding why he was acting like this.
"Great, now you're uncomfortable," Rusty said, feeling upset.
"No, I'm not!" Gav said, whispering but exclaiming his words.
"Then why are you acting like this?"
Gav sighed, giving up. He grabbed Rusty's arms, and pulled him into a kiss. Rusty was caught off guard and threw his hands up, knocking the container of water to the ground with a loud crash. Neither pulled away.
Sharon shot up from her spot. She looked into her kitchen to see what had caused the noise, and saw Rusty and Gav in it. She cleared her throat, and Gav finally pulled away from Rusty. The fact that they had been caught caused both of them to blush.
"Sorry Sharon, we didn't mean to wake you," Rusty apologized. Sharon cleared her throat again, but this time from exhaustion.
"What broke?" She asked, walking out of the living room and over to them. But as soon as she entered the kitchen she stepped into the freezing cold water. She gasped at the sudden cold, and jumped back.
"I'm sorry, that's my fault," Gav added to the apology. "We'll clean it."
Sharon, who was still not 100% coherent, nodded. "Do so quickly, please," she directed. Rusty rushed off to the bathroom for a towel. Sharon smirked, and looked at Gav. "Finally told him how you felt?"
Gav gave a comedic thoughtful face. "I didn't really tell him… I just kinda…"
"Ah, and I interrupted," Sharon acknowledged.
"Kinda yea," Gav agreed. "On the bright side though, he didn't pull away."
"That's a good sign," she said with a yawn.
"Sorry for waking you," he said.
"It's fine. If I had slept on that the couch all night, I would have regretted it in the morning," she explained. She rubbed underneath her eye. "Where's Brenda?"
"She went to bed after you fell asleep," Gav replied. Sharon nodded.
"I should probably head there, I have work tomorrow," she pouted. Gav gave her a small smile. She began walking away, but turned back. "No sex in my house," she ruled, and made sure it was loud enough for both of the boys to hear. "Goodnight," she said.
Rusty, who was coming out of the bathroom as she entered her bedroom, told her goodnight before she shut the door.
She waited a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, and moved over to her bed. She could see the outline of Brenda on it, sleeping on her side of the bed. Sharon chuckled and laid down beside her.
"Is everythin' okay?" Brenda mumbled. "I heard somethin' fall."
"It was just a water pitcher, everything's fine," Sharon responded. She draped her arm on Brenda's waist and snuggled into her neck. She felt Joel on the other side of Brenda, curled into Brenda's stomach. Brenda tangled her fingers, lifted them to her mouth and kissed them softly.
*.*.*.*.
"I'm really nervous," Brenda said as they walked into the LAPD headquarters hand in hand. Sharon could feel Brenda shaking. Multiple eyes were on the two women, most knowing the women in some way or another. Sharon didn't care about their judgments, but she knew Brenda did. She let go of Brenda's hand.
"It's okay. It's going to be okay. I'm right here," Sharon repeated for the tenth time this morning. "Giving your alibi will free you in more ways than one," she reminded her.
"I know," Brenda said. Her shoulders dropped. "I just wish I could talk to Fritz first, tell him instead of him findin' out this way. It doesn't feel right."
"Honey, I know you feel this way, but you need to. It's not a choice anymore."
Brenda nodded, and took a deep breath. She could do this. Sharon was right, she needed to do this.
"Mom!" They heard called out, through the busy area. Sharon instantly recognized the voice, and faced the entrance of the building.
"Caycee?" Sharon said in awe. Brenda looked at the young woman too. She was a spitting image of Raydor but in the form of a 21 year old. The young woman had a look of fear on her face. She ran over to Sharon as soon as she spotted her. "Caycee, what are you doing here?"
"We were coming to visit you," Caycee said.
"We? You mean…?" Sharon hand flew over her mouth. "She's not with you. Where is she!?" Brenda instantly saw a look of fear on Sharon's face.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I thought it would be fine, she was doing so good!"
"Caycee Rosaline Raydor, where is she?!" Sharon demanded.
"I don't know!" Caycee said, on the verge of tears. "She was asked to do a lecture at USC, and they can't find her. She showed up at the hospital but not the lecture, and she's not there anymore."
"Why would you let her go anywhere by herself in an unknown city!? I thought you knew better than that. God, she could be anywhere in this city!" Sharon looked horrified, as though the person she was talking about was ripped from her.
"What's going on?" Brenda asked, wanting to know. Whoever this person was had a big impact on her.
"My sister," Sharon said. "I have to find her." Sharon looked back to her daughter. "Does she know how to get back to your hotel, or my house?"
Caycee shook her head. "I don't know."
Sharon tipped her head back. "Brenda, I'm sorry. I have to go."
"I'm goin' with you," Brenda told her. She could see Sharon needed her, and she wouldn't leave her side.
"You have to give your alibi."
"It can wait for now, I am goin' with you," Brenda said, grabbing her hand again. Caycee looked between them, clearly seeing what was going on between them.
"Okay," Sharon whispered, nodding. She started tearing up, "Okay." She turned back to Caycee. "Let's go." They rushed out of the building and back to Sharon's car. Sharon pulled out her phone, and dialed Rusty's number.
"Hey?" He answered confused.
"Rusty, I'm sorry. I know you and Gav had plans today, but I need you to stay home until I say so," she told him.
"Uh, why? Am I in danger or something?"
"No, but my sister might show up, and if that happens I need someone there for her," Sharon elaborated.
"Alright."
"She'll be confused, I know she will. Do not touch her; tell her to wait in my room and call me right away. Got it?"
"Got it," he said.
"Thank you, Rusty."
She hung up the phone, and let out a shaky breath before getting into her car. Caycee got in the backseat, allowing Brenda to sit in the passengers.
"We're gonna find her," Brenda reassured her. Sharon tried to smile and be optimistic, but something about this situation did not sit right with her. She pulled her pack of cigarettes from under the car seat. "I didn't know you smoked."
"I thought you quit," Caycee said from the back seat.
"I did," she answered Caycee. "And there is still a lot you don't know about me, Brenda."
*.*.*.*.
"Sharon?" Andy asked seeing the confused woman standing by the elevator. She looked up to him. She wasn't wearing her normal clothing, but a red turtle neck long sleeve turtle neck, and somewhat loose fitting jeans. Her hair seemed longer than normal, and was pulled back with a headband. She was visibly shaking.
"Where is Shi?" She asked Andy.
"She who?" He wondered, truly confused.
"Shi, I need Shi," she started shaking more.
"Are you okay?" He grew concerned. She leaned over, and began hyperventilating. He reached out for her, and she screamed.
"No, no," she repeated. She pulled away and shook her head quickly. "I need Shi. P-p-please get her."
"What's going on?" Tao asked walking down the hallway towards them.
"I have no idea," Andy replied. "Something is wrong with her."
"I need her."
"Need who?" Tao asked. He tilted his head to look at the brunette.
"Shi-Shi-Sharon," the woman finally said.
"And who are you?"
She looked up to them, her eyes wider than Sharon's. "Virginia," she answered.
"Oh," Andy said, finally understanding this wasn't the woman he thought it was.
"Sharon hasn't come in today," Tao told her.
Virginia shook her head. "She needs to."
"Well, call her. Tell her you're here. Do you want to wait in the squad room?" He asked kindly. She nodded harshly. He led them to the murder room, while Andy pulled out his phone to dial her number.
"Andy," she said, finally picking up after not doing so all day. "I'm sorry I haven't called in today. I was busy."
"Looking for your sister?" He said.
"Uh, yes? How did you –"
"-She's here," he answered her question before she finished speaking it.
"Oh, thank god," he could hear her sigh of relief through the phone. "Guys she's at Major Crimes," she explained. "I will be there shortly. Have her go to my office. She isn't good with people."
"See you in a bit," he said. She hung up without another word.
Within fifteen minutes she, along with Caycee and Brenda, arrived. She rushed past everyone to her sister, where she hugged her sister tightly. When she pulled away, she didn't do so completely. She turned and held her tightly on the sides.
"Vivi, thank god," she soothed her sister. "I thought I told you to have her go to my office," Sharon directed towards Andy.
"She didn't want to move," he said, feeling bad for not listening to her. Sharon had a way of making you feel small, even when she wasn't trying to.
"Are you okay?" Sharon asked her sister. With Sharon's whole team's full attention on the scene in front of the, Virginia nodded slightly and pulled Sharon closer. "What happened?"
Virginia shook her head. "The bad man, Shi. The bad man who hurt you a long time ago. He was at the hospital… He thought I was you," Virginia told. "He said that the worst hadn't even come." Sharon glanced to Brenda with concern. A knot filled her stomach.
"Wait, the guy at the university?" Brenda asked.
"What is she talking about, Mom?" Caycee put it.
Sharon ignored Caycee. "Was it the man that sent me away?" She asked her sister, trying to dance around the words she didn't want to say and have her whole team know all her horrors. Virginia nodded. "Oh my god, what is he doing out of prison?" she mainly asked herself.
"I d-don't know. I broke the rules, Shi. I broke the rules because I saw him and I wasn't supposed to. I wanted to yell. But I broke the rules," she repeated. She jerked away from Sharon, gripping at her arms, but Sharon held her tighter. They could see this behavior was something Sharon was raised around and learned to control.
"It's okay, Vivi. Shh, it's okay," she said. She rubbed her hand on Virginia's arm, calming her. "You're okay and safe now. All is forgiven." Virginia nodded and leaned down into Sharon's arms. Virginia was ever so slightly taller than Sharon, making the stance slightly awkward, though neither of the girls seemed to care. "Where did you go?"
"I tried to find you house," Virginia answered. "But I couldn't. After a few hours, I took a cab here."
"A few hours? Vivi, we've been looking for you all day."
Virginia pulled back and looked around. "What time is it?"
"4:30," Sanchez answered.
"I lost track."
"I know," Sharon said. She knew it was easy for her to lose track of time when she was panicking. "I think we should get you home."
"What about the guy that hurt you?" Flynn asked.
"He's paralyzed, and a very old man by now. What is he going to do?" Sharon shot back, even though she knew he didn't know what happened. She had no doubt as soon as she left they would look it up, uncovering one of her biggest secrets that she'd been able to keep for years. She bit her lip. "I'm sorry. I should be back tomorrow."
They began walking out, and Brenda followed. Sharon turned to Brenda.
"Brenda? You have to stay," Sharon requested.
"No," Brenda fought back . "I can do this tomorrow."
"Mom, let's just go," Caycee pressed.
"Fine," Sharon got out. Fear, concern, and sadness were written all over her face. Brenda couldn't leave her like that.
*.*.*.*.
Brenda watched Sharon walk back into the living room. She looked exhausted after her long day of worrying. She sat beside Brenda on the couch, and pulled a pillow over her chest.
"Vivi really likes Joel," Sharon said.
"You alright?" Brenda finally asked. It was past ten, and everyone had finally left or gone to sleep. Sharon figured it was best for Virginia to stay the night, at least tonight, to prove that she was safe.
Sharon rolled her neck. "No, I'm not," she truthfully answered.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Brenda pushed. Sharon rolled her head to face Brenda.
"No," she answered simply. She lay down, resting her head on Brenda's lap. Brenda's finger gently combed through her hair. After a few minutes, Brenda decided to say something.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me you had a sister. After all of this, I thought we were being open with each other."
"Are you kidding me?" Sharon retaliated, sitting back up. "I have opened up to you so much. I'm sorry if I wanted to keep one thing to myself as long as I could. She's the one thing that I have always felt guilty and ashamed about." Sharon began tearing up again. "If I hadn't been born first, she'd be fine. If she was fine, my mother wouldn't have killed herself. I had to raise her! All by myself! If anything went against her rules, she would freak out, and I had to calm her down. She blamed herself for our mother's death and tried to be perfect for this hypercritical society that mocks her for being different."
"I am the only person who she could be the closest to normal with. And I wanted to know why… I thought I could help other people with Asperger's communicate more easily… And while I was studying that Vivi was studying to be a heart specialist. And she did it, she is one of the world's most renowned heart surgeons…"
"Why do you feel ashamed?" Brenda asked not understanding. Sharon stood and turned away from her.
"Because I left her, Brenda. When that man hurt me, I ran. Our mother and father had abandoned us in their own ways, and she never forgave herself. And because I was scared, I left her. I'm ashamed of that. She fell back in her treatment, and never fully recovered to the progress her and I made. She got worse and it was my fault. And I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to think less of me!" She scoffed, turned back to Brenda, and pushed her hair out of her face. "And I shared with you so much about myself. You say you thought we have been sharing things, we haven't. I have."
"I have told you things?"
"What?" Sharon cried. "What have you told me? That you gave your cousin a scar as a tradeoff for one of my darkest tales? Or that Fritz was rough with you because I found the bruises? That's not sharing Brenda…" Her hands were shaking. "You, however, forgot to share how Fritz is a raging alcoholic, womanizing, abusive pig."Brenda face dropped into terror. "You really didn't think I would find out he's been hurting you, or that he's drinking? We went on a stakeout together, Brenda. And he came on to me and assaulted me," she finally lashed out.
"You're lying," Brenda said, standing.
"I'm lying!? Are you serious!? Why would I lie about that!? He groped me! He put his hands on me! Do you really think if he had the balls to do that to me, he's not doing it to other women?" Sharon yelled, but still was trying to keep some level of silence to not wake those sleeping. She knew the truth hurt her, but for Brenda to not believe her was worse than the outcomes she'd thought of. "I can't do this, Brenda!"
"Do what!?"
"This! You constantly choosing that bastard over me! You don't want to give you alibi, you were only going to do it because I was pressuring you to. Admit it; you were glad my sister went missing so we didn't go up there!" She was full blown yelling now. She didn't even wait for Brenda to respond before continuing. "You are so scared about hurt him, the man who has hurt you time and time again. But for once, Brenda, think about how this is hurting me! Or do you even care!? Were all your words just lies so you had someone to fuck?" She screamed.
"No, Sharon, you don't understand. I fi-"
"-No, Brenda, you don't. I have torn myself to nothing; broken down every wall I ever built, for you to love me. And it's not enough for you." She crossed across the living room to the wall separating it from the dining room. "Please just go, stay at a hotel or with Charlie, but I can't be near you right now."
Brenda walked passed her to the door only grabbing her purse. She turned to Sharon. "I thought you told me you weren't going to leave me," Brenda forced out.
"This isn't me leaving you; this is you deciding what you want, and don't come back until you do," Sharon said, her voice finally calmer but thick with tears. Brenda nodded, and walked out. She didn't take the time to collect her things, knowing she would be back to Sharon soon. But she could see Sharon needed her space and wouldn't be willing to hear her out.
Sharon shut the door and moved over to the kitchen, where she pulled out a bottle of wine. She started to head towards her cupboard for a glass, but decided she didn't really care if she had one or not. She popped open the bottle and sat at the breakfast bar. She took a large drink and rubbed her forehead with the tips of her fingers.
Her mind ran fast. Had she just made a terrible mistake? She'd chosen Fritz over her multiple times, would this time be different? Was that her goodbye? She couldn't help but feel it was.
She heard the door down the hall open and waited to see which person she had woken with her yelling. Rusty entered the room, and sat beside her. He reached out for her hand, holding it lightly, and gave a poor smile.
"She'll make the right choice," he told her.
"Who is to say I'm the right choice?" She questioned herself. "I'm the mistress in this."
Rusty exhaled deeply and looked at her in the eyes. "Because who would let you go?"
Sharon chuckled. "I'm not really popular with people, Rusty. My niceness level isn't up to par."
He laughed. "No, but that is what makes you you."
Her eyes dropped down to the counter top, and her lounge rolled in her mouth. "I'm sorry you had to hear that. I shouldn't have yelled at all."
"It's fine."
"It's not fine. I was so scared of this." She closed her eyes, and tilted her head back.
"Of what?"
"Of me breaking, especially around you. Rusty, I took you in trying to give you something stable. Let you see how the world can be… Give you something good. And, just like everything in my life, I messed up."
"No you didn't. Do you really think that?" Rusty said, feeling horrible. "Sharon, you're more of a mother to me than I've ever had. I know my past doesn't determine my future, thanks to you. If it wasn't for you, I'd still be on the streets." She pulled him into a tight hug, nearly squeezing all the air from his lung. "I can't breathe."
She pulled away. "Sorry, but, uh, thank you," she gave a slight smile.
She heard her phone ringing on her desk. She slumped off of the bar stool and walked over to where it was sitting. She picked it up and sighed.
"It's Brenda," she told Rusty.
"Don't answer it."
"But what if-"
"Don't 'what if'. It will only make you feel worse," he said. "Now, you're going to sit down and just talk."
"About?"
"Your feelings."
"Oh no, I am not talking to you about this," she protested, backing away. He rushed over and grabbed her arm.
"Who else are you going to talk to about it?" She groaned as he led her to the couch. "So, start from the beginning."
*.*.*.*.
Brenda rushed into the house, her mind running so fast she felt like she could vomit. She leaned against the wall and let out a shaky breath.
"Brenda, is that you?" she heard Fritz call. He walked into the living room and saw her. "Where the hell have you been?! I come home, and I find your shit just thrown around and you not here!" He was angry and made no attempt to conceal it.
"I didn't want to be around someone who didn't believe me!" She fought back. She pushed past him.
"Oh, really is that it? It doesn't have to do with the divorce papers I was served today?" He questioned. She stopped in her tracks and turned to him. "Yeah, thanks for the warning."
"I was gonna to tell you first. I didn't know you were goin' to get them that quick." She turned away and headed towards their bedroom.
"So you were waiting to screw me over. That's even better. Do you even have the decency to tell me why?" He asked, following her.
She pushed open the door, walked over to the dresser. She pulled his bottle of vodka from his sock drawer. "This may have somethin' to do with it," she pointed out. She threw the bottle to the wall, smashing it to tiny pieces. "I am done, Fritz!"
She ran past him, going from room to room, smashing any bottle she could find. She wouldn't have it in her house any longer. Once she reached the kitchen she had collected four more bottles, bringing them with her to the sink. She began throwing each one into the sink.
"Brenda, stop it!" He yelled.
"No! You stop!" She threw the third to last bottle in, causing it to shatter loudly. "I am sick of comin' second! I am sick not feelin' loved by you! You are not the man I married! Did you think I wouldn't find out what you did to Sharon!?" She wailed.
She lifted the last bottle to throw it. He lunged for her, trying to get the bottle from her hand. They fought over it, till he flung her back against the wall off of him. The bottle collided with the wall with her, and her face hit the corner. She fell to the ground, and looked up to him. Her hand cupped her eye were she knew she was bleed. She stood, though still somewhat shaky.
"You're right. I am havin' an affair," she confessed, "with Sharon and I love her. I loved you, Fritz. I gave you so much, and you gave it all away." She swallowed, and squeezed her eyes shut. "I am done bein' hurt by you. I can't help someone who doesn't want it. I want you out of this house by mornin'," she warned him. She grabbed a few more pieces of clothing, and left without another word.
She began driving down the road, wondering which direction to head. She figured it would be best to head to a hotel for the night. She ordered her car to call Sharon, even though she knew she wouldn't pick up. She had tried several times already, and had gotten no response. But this time she would leave a message and hopefully Sharon would listen.
"Sharon, I'm sorry. I already chose you." She tried to control her tears, "You didn't watch the video I made you…" She said. The video had explained that she had decided to divorce Fritz, and why, and her expressing how happy she was. She had hoped when Sharon was going through the pictures she would have found it.
"But I choose you. Please, know that. Please watch it." Brenda let another cry out. "I filed for a divorce, and I tried to tell you… I went home to get some more things. Fritz got the divorce papers today. I didn't think he would get them so soon… He hurt me again and I can't do it anymore. I told him everythin' about you and me, and I left. I love-"
She saw a bright light, and looked to her left, only just in time to see the truck heading directly towards her. A force pushed over her, colliding with her. Pain rushed over her like nothing she had ever felt before. Her head snapped forward, hitting the steering wheel. Her back jerked awkwardly, then back into place, creating a loud crack. She felt her body go weightless for a split second, then the world colliding with her as the car rolled over. Everything stopped for a second.
She could hear people yelling in the distance, but they seemed far away. Her mind seemed to be slipping away no matter how hard she tried to keep herself thinking. It slipped away until it faded to nothing, and the world around her went completely silent and black.
A/N: Yea, bet you guys weren't expecting some of that. Like me throwing Virginia Dixon in the mix as Sharon's twin. I like Virginia I just think it helped explain why she is so harsh on rules and sometimes socially awkward. And it's also another reason why she is so held back and doesn't talk about herself. It just gives a lot more depth to her I think.
I said this was angst filled right? Sorry about the cliff hanger. But there is more angst to come, so prepare.