Johnny drove back to his apartment. He crashed on the couch and turned on the television. They were showing "Road Trip" on HBO for the fourth time this week, yet he couldn't turn away. Johnny began to drift to sleep as the sounds of Tom Green being attacked by a snake, echoed throught the room.
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As Trish stared out of the window while Jeremy pulled the car around, she saw something that caused her heart to seemingly stop. There, across the street, standing in the shadows, she could have sworn she saw her friend, Phyll... but the figure stepped back into the shadows and vanished before Trish could be totally sure.
As Trish stared out of the window while Jeremy pulled the car around, she saw something that caused her heart to seemingly stop. There, across the street, standing in the shadows, she could have sworn she saw her friend, Phyll... but the figure stepped back into the shadows and vanished before Trish could be totally sure.
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Once Ian had finished cleaning, he started to the door, to leave. As he touched the doorknob, he heard a soft voice from outside. Ian had always had excellent hearing, and was able to make out the words, "Subject's alpha waves indicate sleep pattern, probably drug influenced. Extraction team ready, waiting for go."
Once Ian had finished cleaning, he started to the door, to leave. As he touched the doorknob, he heard a soft voice from outside. Ian had always had excellent hearing, and was able to make out the words, "Subject's alpha waves indicate sleep pattern, probably drug influenced. Extraction team ready, waiting for go."
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Trish sat up bolt upright in her seat and she grabbed Jeremy's arm. "Stop! Stop the car!" She said opening the door and stumbling out of it before he could comply.
Running over to where she had seen the figure she began to search the area where she thought she had seen Phyll in vain. Clutching her hands into fists in anger and frustration she pressed them to her forehead trying to get the image of her friend out of her head but knowing somehow she was not imagining things even though it seemed impossible.
Trish sat up bolt upright in her seat and she grabbed Jeremy's arm. "Stop! Stop the car!" She said opening the door and stumbling out of it before he could comply.
Running over to where she had seen the figure she began to search the area where she thought she had seen Phyll in vain. Clutching her hands into fists in anger and frustration she pressed them to her forehead trying to get the image of her friend out of her head but knowing somehow she was not imagining things even though it seemed impossible.
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She was out of the car before her words even registered.
I pulled over and jumped out, moving quickly behind her, trying to catch up, though she'd already gotten a good headstart on me...
SHe was looking frantically around, then pressed her fists into her forehead.
"Trish," I began, "Yo've got to get out of here...you're hanging on by a thread...Let's go."
She was out of the car before her words even registered.
I pulled over and jumped out, moving quickly behind her, trying to catch up, though she'd already gotten a good headstart on me...
SHe was looking frantically around, then pressed her fists into her forehead.
"Trish," I began, "Yo've got to get out of here...you're hanging on by a thread...Let's go."
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Jason stumbled down the stairs, a beautiful woman in his arms. "What's up, fellas?" he asked around her kisses. As usual, in a holster at his side, he wore his 9mm Magnum. Alex looked up at him with a wierd look. "Damn, he wears that even while he's fucking", he muttered. "Come on, Ian. What the hell you standing around for? Let me introduce Cindy, and boy, let me tell ya, me, her, and Alex had a hell of a time last night, and she'ld be only too glad to accomadate you as well, wouldn't ya, babe?" he asked cooingly. "Of course, honey", she said silkily, lustily. Jason had a sudden, fearful thought. He looked over at the wall, hoping to God that Alex, in a drunk stupor, hadn't fucked with them. And there they were, safe and sound. His beautiful weapons. Jason's widely known nickname was the weapon, as he had almost every kind of weapon produced to mankind. And he loved them almost as much as he loved women, booze, and his lifelong friends. On the wall hung a wide assortment of shotguns, rifles, automatic and semiautomatic weaponry, pistols, swords, knives, and spears. His weapons checked, he turned back to Cindy. Alex was already getting up, but Ian was still by the door. "Well come on, Ian, you comin' or what?"
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Trish rounded on Jeremy and grabbed his shirt in both hands drawing very close to him and looking up at him with eyes that must mirror her confusion.
"She was here, Jer," She said,"Phyll was here! I saw her and she was alive. She was alive, Jer! I swear to you I saw her! I...I just don't know where the hell she went. I have to find her! I have to."
Trish rounded on Jeremy and grabbed his shirt in both hands drawing very close to him and looking up at him with eyes that must mirror her confusion.
"She was here, Jer," She said,"Phyll was here! I saw her and she was alive. She was alive, Jer! I swear to you I saw her! I...I just don't know where the hell she went. I have to find her! I have to."
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SHe'd seen Phyl?
I shook my head, slowly, looking back at her confused and yet hopeful eyes in utter amazement.
"Trish," i said, my voiceas stern as i could make it. "Phyl is dead...okay. SHe's gone...and i know you miss her, but she isn't coming back."
I stared at her for a second, hoping she was hearing me.
"You're going to have to accept that. Otherwise, you're going to lose your mind trying to figure out what's going on...you'll never be able to see things the way they really are...do you understand that?"
SHe'd seen Phyl?
I shook my head, slowly, looking back at her confused and yet hopeful eyes in utter amazement.
"Trish," i said, my voiceas stern as i could make it. "Phyl is dead...okay. SHe's gone...and i know you miss her, but she isn't coming back."
I stared at her for a second, hoping she was hearing me.
"You're going to have to accept that. Otherwise, you're going to lose your mind trying to figure out what's going on...you'll never be able to see things the way they really are...do you understand that?"
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Trish stumbled back her fingers to her forehead and her eyes closed. Again she could see the figure of her friend alive and standing in the shadows. Of course there had been shadows and it was growing late...
She moaned and leaned against the nearest building as her resoning fought with the image in her mind. Pressing her fingers harder against her temples she tried to erase the image in her mind and finally it faded from a sure thing to a maybe and then Jeremy's words began to make sense. It couldnt have been Phyll. No matter how much she wanted to believe her friend, one of the only people she had ever let that close, was alive she knew it couldn't be true.
With shake of her head she pushed herself off the wall and walked back towards the car. "You're right," She said in a low voice,"She's dead. I have to face it."
Still her eyes were glued to the spot she had thought she had seen her friend even as Jeremey pulled the car away and moved down the street.
Trish stumbled back her fingers to her forehead and her eyes closed. Again she could see the figure of her friend alive and standing in the shadows. Of course there had been shadows and it was growing late...
She moaned and leaned against the nearest building as her resoning fought with the image in her mind. Pressing her fingers harder against her temples she tried to erase the image in her mind and finally it faded from a sure thing to a maybe and then Jeremy's words began to make sense. It couldnt have been Phyll. No matter how much she wanted to believe her friend, one of the only people she had ever let that close, was alive she knew it couldn't be true.
With shake of her head she pushed herself off the wall and walked back towards the car. "You're right," She said in a low voice,"She's dead. I have to face it."
Still her eyes were glued to the spot she had thought she had seen her friend even as Jeremey pulled the car away and moved down the street.
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SHe'd seen Phyl?
I shook my head, slowly, looking back at her confused and yet hopeful eyes in utter amazement.
"Trish," i said, my voiceas stern as i could make it. "Phyl is dead...okay. SHe's gone...and i know you miss her, but she isn't coming back."
I stared at her for a second, hoping she was hearing me.
"You're going to have to accept that. Otherwise, you're going to lose your mind trying to figure out what's going on...you'll never be able to see things the way they really are...do you understand that?"
SHe'd seen Phyl?
I shook my head, slowly, looking back at her confused and yet hopeful eyes in utter amazement.
"Trish," i said, my voiceas stern as i could make it. "Phyl is dead...okay. SHe's gone...and i know you miss her, but she isn't coming back."
I stared at her for a second, hoping she was hearing me.
"You're going to have to accept that. Otherwise, you're going to lose your mind trying to figure out what's going on...you'll never be able to see things the way they really are...do you understand that?"
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Trish stumbled back her fingers to her forehead and her eyes closed. Again she could see the figure of her friend alive and standing in the shadows. Of course there had been shadows and it was growing late...
She moaned and leaned against the nearest building as her resoning fought with the image in her mind. Pressing her fingers harder against her temples she tried to erase the image in her mind and finally it faded from a sure thing to a maybe and then Jeremy's words began to make sense. It couldnt have been Phyll. No matter how much she wanted to believe her friend, one of the only people she had ever let that close, was alive she knew it couldn't be true.
With shake of her head she pushed herself off the wall and walked back towards the car. "You're right," She said in a low voice,"She's dead. I have to face it."
Still her eyes were glued to the spot she had thought she had seen her friend even as Jeremey pulled the car away and moved down the street.
Trish stumbled back her fingers to her forehead and her eyes closed. Again she could see the figure of her friend alive and standing in the shadows. Of course there had been shadows and it was growing late...
She moaned and leaned against the nearest building as her resoning fought with the image in her mind. Pressing her fingers harder against her temples she tried to erase the image in her mind and finally it faded from a sure thing to a maybe and then Jeremy's words began to make sense. It couldnt have been Phyll. No matter how much she wanted to believe her friend, one of the only people she had ever let that close, was alive she knew it couldn't be true.
With shake of her head she pushed herself off the wall and walked back towards the car. "You're right," She said in a low voice,"She's dead. I have to face it."
Still her eyes were glued to the spot she had thought she had seen her friend even as Jeremey pulled the car away and moved down the street.
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Johnny woke up again, it had been the fourth time this night. He hadn't been able to sleep too well since that job he did in the morgue. He kept seeing that woman's face over and over again. The phone rang, Johnny looked at the digital clock on his microwave, "4:30 who the fuck is calling now?"
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"Mr. Kaan, you know of me as Mr. ... Smith, I believe. We have a mutual acquaintance, known as the Mule. I do apologize for waking you in the predawn hours, but it is of the utmost importance that I meet you personally now. Come to the Harrington building, downtown, immediately. Identify yourself to the security officer, and he will direct you to me."
"Mr. Kaan, you know of me as Mr. ... Smith, I believe. We have a mutual acquaintance, known as the Mule. I do apologize for waking you in the predawn hours, but it is of the utmost importance that I meet you personally now. Come to the Harrington building, downtown, immediately. Identify yourself to the security officer, and he will direct you to me."
"Click" Mr. Smith hung up the phone. Johnny layed on the couch a few more mintues, trying to decide if the call was real or not. After ten minutes he grabbed his keys off the table and headed toward the Harrington building.
He arrived in about 15 minutes. Following the directions that were given to him, he checked in with the security guard and headed toward Smith's office on the top floor.
He stepped out of the elevator onto the black marble tiled floor and apporached a thick oak door. He knocked on the door, waiting for an answer.
He arrived in about 15 minutes. Following the directions that were given to him, he checked in with the security guard and headed toward Smith's office on the top floor.
He stepped out of the elevator onto the black marble tiled floor and apporached a thick oak door. He knocked on the door, waiting for an answer.
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The door was opened with an electronic hum, barely audible. The room thus revealed was lushly decorated with very expensive carpeting, furniture, and obviously real oak paneling. Behind a very large mahogany desk sat an average looking businessman-type, of average build, and the kind of face you would forget as soon as you turned away. "Do come in, Mr. Kaan," said the man in a precise voice, with the slightest trace of a European accent.
"I assume you know that our mutual... friend... Mr. Mule is... deceased?"
The door was opened with an electronic hum, barely audible. The room thus revealed was lushly decorated with very expensive carpeting, furniture, and obviously real oak paneling. Behind a very large mahogany desk sat an average looking businessman-type, of average build, and the kind of face you would forget as soon as you turned away. "Do come in, Mr. Kaan," said the man in a precise voice, with the slightest trace of a European accent.
"I assume you know that our mutual... friend... Mr. Mule is... deceased?"
Johnny was shocked, the million and two questions he had for this 'Mr. Smith' now dwindled itself down to one question. He had become a little nervous but didn't dare show it, he had to think like DeNiro, he had to be cool and the gang.
"Alright whoa, hold up Mr. Smith. You call me in the early morning, tell me to come down to your swank little office here and then unload this crap on me? First of all how did you get my number? Why call me about Mule, I only worked with him once!?! Why not alert his next of kin or something?"
"Alright whoa, hold up Mr. Smith. You call me in the early morning, tell me to come down to your swank little office here and then unload this crap on me? First of all how did you get my number? Why call me about Mule, I only worked with him once!?! Why not alert his next of kin or something?"
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Mr. Smith gestured at the chair in front of his desk. "Do sit down, please, Mr. Kaan." Without waiting to see if Johnny complied, he stood up, and turned around to face the window. "Mule's record-keeping system, though primitive, was complete. An associate obtained your contact information within fifteen minutes of the report of Mule's unfortunate... demise. It may cheer you to know that my associate also removed that information, so the police are somewhat less likely to come asking you... awkward questions."
Still not looking at Johnny, Mr. Smith continued. "Why come to you, you ask? As far as we have been able to determine, Mule died within minutes of the scheduled time for your... delivery to him. I assure you, Mr. Kaan, I could care less what role, if any, you played in Mule's death. In fact, had he made the delivery to me, as intended, he would probably have been killed, anyway. However, I do want to know precisely everything you can tell me about the delivery, and whatever may have transpired. If you decided to slit the man's throat because he smelled badly, I do not care, but I must know what happened! There is another five thousand dollars in it for you... as well as the rest of the money that Mule was supposed to give you. That, also, was retrieved from his office."
Mr. Smith gestured at the chair in front of his desk. "Do sit down, please, Mr. Kaan." Without waiting to see if Johnny complied, he stood up, and turned around to face the window. "Mule's record-keeping system, though primitive, was complete. An associate obtained your contact information within fifteen minutes of the report of Mule's unfortunate... demise. It may cheer you to know that my associate also removed that information, so the police are somewhat less likely to come asking you... awkward questions."
Still not looking at Johnny, Mr. Smith continued. "Why come to you, you ask? As far as we have been able to determine, Mule died within minutes of the scheduled time for your... delivery to him. I assure you, Mr. Kaan, I could care less what role, if any, you played in Mule's death. In fact, had he made the delivery to me, as intended, he would probably have been killed, anyway. However, I do want to know precisely everything you can tell me about the delivery, and whatever may have transpired. If you decided to slit the man's throat because he smelled badly, I do not care, but I must know what happened! There is another five thousand dollars in it for you... as well as the rest of the money that Mule was supposed to give you. That, also, was retrieved from his office."
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/ooc: Angelus, Morgoth, Faust
Where are you guys? I've got a squad of goons outside your apartment door, waiting to bust in on you. Thanks to Morgoth's post, you seem to be well-armed to deal with them, but that part of the thread is kinda stuck until Angelus' char clues Morgoth's in, and/or Faust's gets another 'vision'. Your chars only have a couple of seconds before the goonsquad realizes that there are more people, conscious people, ARMED conscious people in the apartment. Make the most of them.
Where are you guys? I've got a squad of goons outside your apartment door, waiting to bust in on you. Thanks to Morgoth's post, you seem to be well-armed to deal with them, but that part of the thread is kinda stuck until Angelus' char clues Morgoth's in, and/or Faust's gets another 'vision'. Your chars only have a couple of seconds before the goonsquad realizes that there are more people, conscious people, ARMED conscious people in the apartment. Make the most of them.
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When we reached the house, I led her inside and showed her to the guest bedroom. I'd only used the room twice, both on occasions when my cousin was out of jail and needed a place to stay.
"Luckily," I explained. "He isn't out of jail much, so the room's your's so long as you need it."
I intended that as a joke, regardless of the truth involved, but I doubted it was appropriate, given both the seriousness of the day's events and Trish's history with law enforcement as well.
I sat down on the foot of the bed, which was a bare mattress as I hadn't put sheets or blankets on it yet.
"Look," I began. "It seems like you have a decent hold on what's happened. The thing you have to do is remember that many things do go the way we planned them, and that a lot of times, we don't find any of the answers we look for. Asking too many questions over situations like these can be more of a burden than the situation itself."
I looked at her for a moment, wondering if the point was getting across. I doubted it was. I have a way of mixing things up when I first say them.
"What I mean is: If there's something on your mind, tell me. I'm here for you, no matter what happens. I'm always on your side. And often times, talking about things is all you need to do to come to terms with them."
I smiled, genuinely warm this time.
"Let me go get you some blankets."
When we reached the house, I led her inside and showed her to the guest bedroom. I'd only used the room twice, both on occasions when my cousin was out of jail and needed a place to stay.
"Luckily," I explained. "He isn't out of jail much, so the room's your's so long as you need it."
I intended that as a joke, regardless of the truth involved, but I doubted it was appropriate, given both the seriousness of the day's events and Trish's history with law enforcement as well.
I sat down on the foot of the bed, which was a bare mattress as I hadn't put sheets or blankets on it yet.
"Look," I began. "It seems like you have a decent hold on what's happened. The thing you have to do is remember that many things do go the way we planned them, and that a lot of times, we don't find any of the answers we look for. Asking too many questions over situations like these can be more of a burden than the situation itself."
I looked at her for a moment, wondering if the point was getting across. I doubted it was. I have a way of mixing things up when I first say them.
"What I mean is: If there's something on your mind, tell me. I'm here for you, no matter what happens. I'm always on your side. And often times, talking about things is all you need to do to come to terms with them."
I smiled, genuinely warm this time.
"Let me go get you some blankets."
OOC: Magister have you PMed the missing authors?
Johnny raised an eyebrow, "I retrieved the body, just like he paid me to do, then brought it to him behind the meat packing plant. I gave him the package, he made a comment about um...how can I put this without being too offensive. He wanted to bone the corpse! I grabbed my envelope, which was lite 9 large and then went to work. After work I went back to the plant to get the rest of my cash but the loser was gone already."
He paced back and forth, "I didn't even want to take the friggin' job but I couldn't refuse the cash I was supposed to get." Johnny suddenly felt like he had to leave the office. "If you'll excuse me, I have to be at work in a few hours and I need a few more hours of sleep, so if you can give me the cash I'll be on my merry way."
Johnny raised an eyebrow, "I retrieved the body, just like he paid me to do, then brought it to him behind the meat packing plant. I gave him the package, he made a comment about um...how can I put this without being too offensive. He wanted to bone the corpse! I grabbed my envelope, which was lite 9 large and then went to work. After work I went back to the plant to get the rest of my cash but the loser was gone already."
He paced back and forth, "I didn't even want to take the friggin' job but I couldn't refuse the cash I was supposed to get." Johnny suddenly felt like he had to leave the office. "If you'll excuse me, I have to be at work in a few hours and I need a few more hours of sleep, so if you can give me the cash I'll be on my merry way."
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OOC: *blushes deep red* sooo sorry, I was not aware that QC had posted to this thread agian.
IC: The ride to his house was a blur. I kept seeing Phyll standing on that corner again and again but I knew it had to be wrong. The room was nice but then again at that moment it could have been as small as a closet and about as homey and I would not have cared. I tried to listen to him, to understand and accept what he was saying but that image would not leave me.
When he smiled though it was...real...and that got to me. All my life no one had cared about me except Phyll but now Jeremy had come to my aide when I needed him most, had taken care of everything where she was concerned and even offered me the use of his guest room. Why? What did he want from me? No one asked for something without wanting something in return. Right?
As he went to leave the room I placed a hand on his arm. It was not a hard hold but it was enough for him to stop and look at me. Forcing myself to look up and meet his eyes I asked him the one thing that was on my mind.
"Jer, why? Why are you doing this? God knows I haven't done anything but make your life on and off the job hard. I got you involved in something that wasn't even your concern and now I am imposing on you because of some delusion I saw because I am too much into my greif to really admit that Phyll is gone."
I dropped my hand and walked over to the unmade bed plopping down on it and drawing my legs up under me. "You aren't the only one that ever said those words to me but no one ever ment them. No one except Phyll. Maybe thats why I miss her so much because I knew with her I could be myself and not have to pretend never to be afraid or alone. And maybe it was because when she was around I never really was. Alone that is. But I am now. I am again. This sucks! I finally let someone close enough to touch me and she gets taken away. I mean we weren't lovers or anything. Lovers I had. She was just my friend, someone to talk to and to kid with, someone who knew what I was like and loved me anyway." The tears were fighting for release but I was scared to give in, scared to see another person see me like this. Yet I had called Jeremy when I needed someone to help me out. Why? That question kept running around in my head tormenting me with my own actions.
Looking up at Jeremy I tried to steady the trembling of my lips as I said in a hushed voice,"Don't bother with the blankets. I don't think I am going to get much sleep tonight anyway. But...thanks for letting me stay."
OOC: *blushes deep red* sooo sorry, I was not aware that QC had posted to this thread agian.
IC: The ride to his house was a blur. I kept seeing Phyll standing on that corner again and again but I knew it had to be wrong. The room was nice but then again at that moment it could have been as small as a closet and about as homey and I would not have cared. I tried to listen to him, to understand and accept what he was saying but that image would not leave me.
When he smiled though it was...real...and that got to me. All my life no one had cared about me except Phyll but now Jeremy had come to my aide when I needed him most, had taken care of everything where she was concerned and even offered me the use of his guest room. Why? What did he want from me? No one asked for something without wanting something in return. Right?
As he went to leave the room I placed a hand on his arm. It was not a hard hold but it was enough for him to stop and look at me. Forcing myself to look up and meet his eyes I asked him the one thing that was on my mind.
"Jer, why? Why are you doing this? God knows I haven't done anything but make your life on and off the job hard. I got you involved in something that wasn't even your concern and now I am imposing on you because of some delusion I saw because I am too much into my greif to really admit that Phyll is gone."
I dropped my hand and walked over to the unmade bed plopping down on it and drawing my legs up under me. "You aren't the only one that ever said those words to me but no one ever ment them. No one except Phyll. Maybe thats why I miss her so much because I knew with her I could be myself and not have to pretend never to be afraid or alone. And maybe it was because when she was around I never really was. Alone that is. But I am now. I am again. This sucks! I finally let someone close enough to touch me and she gets taken away. I mean we weren't lovers or anything. Lovers I had. She was just my friend, someone to talk to and to kid with, someone who knew what I was like and loved me anyway." The tears were fighting for release but I was scared to give in, scared to see another person see me like this. Yet I had called Jeremy when I needed someone to help me out. Why? That question kept running around in my head tormenting me with my own actions.
Looking up at Jeremy I tried to steady the trembling of my lips as I said in a hushed voice,"Don't bother with the blankets. I don't think I am going to get much sleep tonight anyway. But...thanks for letting me stay."
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I just looked at her, unsure of what to say in return. She was asking a good question, but one of those questions that were better left unasked on most occasions, mainly because there usually was a reason like that...something that had nothing to do with compassion or friendship, or anything of the sort, but an attempt at something more oriented in the realm of personal gain. I wasn't thinking that at all, in fact, I hadn't thought about anything but her since she'd met me that morning. I decided not to answer...I decided that I didn't have the words to answer, actually. I just hoped she didn't think I was trying to sleep with her, or to use her to gain support at work, charity would do that sometimes. Not in my case, I guessed she knew but wasn't certain. Having a former juvenile offender in my home wouldn't be looked highly upon, not because of her past, but because my association with her was supposed to be a professional one, and this would definitely be seen as personal.
"You didn't make my job any harder, Trish," I said, hoping to smooth things over with a quick joke, "Hell, you might have saved my job...without you, they'd have had nothing fo rme to do...I don't want to work at Wendy's."
I smiled.
"I'll bring you those blankets anyway, that way if you manage to get sleep, you'll have them..."
I just looked at her, unsure of what to say in return. She was asking a good question, but one of those questions that were better left unasked on most occasions, mainly because there usually was a reason like that...something that had nothing to do with compassion or friendship, or anything of the sort, but an attempt at something more oriented in the realm of personal gain. I wasn't thinking that at all, in fact, I hadn't thought about anything but her since she'd met me that morning. I decided not to answer...I decided that I didn't have the words to answer, actually. I just hoped she didn't think I was trying to sleep with her, or to use her to gain support at work, charity would do that sometimes. Not in my case, I guessed she knew but wasn't certain. Having a former juvenile offender in my home wouldn't be looked highly upon, not because of her past, but because my association with her was supposed to be a professional one, and this would definitely be seen as personal.
"You didn't make my job any harder, Trish," I said, hoping to smooth things over with a quick joke, "Hell, you might have saved my job...without you, they'd have had nothing fo rme to do...I don't want to work at Wendy's."
I smiled.
"I'll bring you those blankets anyway, that way if you manage to get sleep, you'll have them..."
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Trish
I smiled at Jeremy's joke. It was a weak smile but a smile nevertheless. He insisted on bringing me the blankets and I just nodded. I didn't want him to leave to go get the blankets. I wanted him to stay. I don't know what I wanted him to do, I just knew I desperatly didn't want to be alone at that moment. But I didn't dare speak those words out loud so I just nodded and pulled myself in closer so that I sat in one small space and as if that space had a wall around it where no one could touch me or hurt me again.
I closed my eyes from weariness but I did not sleep too many things were going through my mind. I could still see Phyll at that scene with the van. I could almost visualize the way she would look at me as if to say,"Well, I fooled them all again, Trish. Don't tell me you didn't think I could." Hot tears coursed down her cheeks and she bit her lip to stop herself from sobbing. I heard someone clearing their throat and looked up to see Jeremy standing there holding sheets and blankets. I quickly wiped my tears away with the back of my hand and took the offered bedclothes with a whispered thanks, placing them on my lap and pulling the whole bundle to me not even trying to make the bed, just staring at the wall and wondering when the world would return to normal again.
I smiled at Jeremy's joke. It was a weak smile but a smile nevertheless. He insisted on bringing me the blankets and I just nodded. I didn't want him to leave to go get the blankets. I wanted him to stay. I don't know what I wanted him to do, I just knew I desperatly didn't want to be alone at that moment. But I didn't dare speak those words out loud so I just nodded and pulled myself in closer so that I sat in one small space and as if that space had a wall around it where no one could touch me or hurt me again.
I closed my eyes from weariness but I did not sleep too many things were going through my mind. I could still see Phyll at that scene with the van. I could almost visualize the way she would look at me as if to say,"Well, I fooled them all again, Trish. Don't tell me you didn't think I could." Hot tears coursed down her cheeks and she bit her lip to stop herself from sobbing. I heard someone clearing their throat and looked up to see Jeremy standing there holding sheets and blankets. I quickly wiped my tears away with the back of my hand and took the offered bedclothes with a whispered thanks, placing them on my lap and pulling the whole bundle to me not even trying to make the bed, just staring at the wall and wondering when the world would return to normal again.
