WickedSpitFire
Lovely, dark, and deep.
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Julianne stood there, frozen. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know how to explain it to Craig in a way that he would understand – going back in that room would kill her, and she would fight him tooth and nail before doing it. She certainly wouldn’t go willingly. Or easily. Surely there was some way she could make him understand what he had done by putting here there in the first place, what he would if he put her in there again –
Suddenly, her train of thought was stopped. She watched him as he shut off the alarm. She wondered what he was doing. What game he was playing now. She wondered if she had what it would take to play it with him; but the reality was, she didn’t have anything left. She listened to him call off his security, still not sure what he was getting at.
Julianne was hesitant, scared even. When he went to speak, she was prepared to take his words with a grain of salt believing little if anything that came out of his mouth. What she wasn’t prepared for, however, was his sincerity.
Kitt – Julianne. We can’t keep doing this to each other. This is exhausting, and fucking pointless. Do you have any idea what the rest of our lives are going to be like if we can’t just come to a damned understanding and set pride to the side?
Craig was right. He was always right. It was one of the reasons he was so damn good at his job. But this time, Julianne didn’t fucking hate him for being right. His words lacked their usual arrogance, and for once she didn’t find him as insufferably annoying for being right.
We have been together for a month, and despite the fact that we can’t get along you were out of my life for five days and I felt your absence. In work, hell just your company, because that 1% of the time we are not at each other’s throat? I actually like having you around. We need to find a way to make this work because chances are w- EMILY! FUCKING STOP!
It was getting harder and harder for her to contain herself. It had been such a long week. She was so tired. Physically she was tired, but even more so mentally and emotionally. And as Craig spoke to her, with a kind of genuineness in his voice she’d never heard him have before, much less directed at her...she could feel herself coming apart at the seams. It was only a matter of time.
The quick panic in Craig’s eyes, and the view in her peripheral vision told Julianne that Emily was up. Julianne continued to stand there in the awkward light of the hallway, frozen. She didn't even bother to look, she just closed her eyes tight, slightened her knees, tightened her fists, and braced herself for impact. There was no way in hell she had anticipated Emily being able to get up, much less walk. Julianne didn't stand a chance against the woman. There was nothing she could do.
But Craig's words stopped the guard. Julianne heard something drop and she jumped, keeping her eyes shut tight until it was over. Whatever was going to happen, would happen, and she just didn't find it necessary to watch it all unfold. She would wait until it was all over with.
She felt the air of Emily walking by her, and she knew it was over. She heaved a sigh of relief as she opened her eyes again, a few more stray tears running down her cheeks hard as she might try to hold them back. Her eyes immediately went to Craig, not bothering to watch as the bloody mess sulked out the door.
So the ball is in your court. Come have a drink with me, or walk out the door. No one is going to stop you from leaving, but you know what waits for you if this doesn’t work between us and there isn’t anything I can do about that. I’m just tired of fucking fighting with you kitten.
Again...Craig was right. But again Julianne did not hate him for it. His words lacked their usual bile soaked disdain and condescension. For the first time, she found that she could swallow the words that came out his mouth. She didn't find herself choking on the truth as her force fed it to her.
She knew that if she walked out the door, she'd have nowhere to go. She couldn't go home, her parents would either turn her away or turn her over to the police and she'd go from having been in one prison to another. Craig was the only person she had left. She may have at times found him intolerable, but the truth was she didn't have anyone else.
It didn't take her long to concede. Without a word, because they would likely only come out in shameful trembling squeaks, she nodded to him in agreement. She would stay. So long as she would never have to go back in that room, for any reason, locked or unlocked, ever again...she would stay.
She slowly, carefully, and deliberately closed the distance between them, still shaking as her body came down off of its adrenaline high. In the back of her mind she realized how stupid she was being, really. Craig could at any moment lose his shit again and lock her back up. Or do god knows what else to her. But what was her alternative?
As she approached him, she thought maybe for a moment she ought to apologize. At least acknowledge that she had in some ways contributed to Craig having reached his breaking point with her. But as she thought about it, she figured not walking out and calling the police and every news station in town was acknowledgement and apology enough.
She left about 2 feet of space between them before she stopped, acknowledging that her guard was down and that she was willing to trust him, even though he hadn't given her reason to. In a low, almost raspy whisper, she nodded to him again.
"Okay. I'll stay."
Suddenly, her train of thought was stopped. She watched him as he shut off the alarm. She wondered what he was doing. What game he was playing now. She wondered if she had what it would take to play it with him; but the reality was, she didn’t have anything left. She listened to him call off his security, still not sure what he was getting at.
Julianne was hesitant, scared even. When he went to speak, she was prepared to take his words with a grain of salt believing little if anything that came out of his mouth. What she wasn’t prepared for, however, was his sincerity.
Kitt – Julianne. We can’t keep doing this to each other. This is exhausting, and fucking pointless. Do you have any idea what the rest of our lives are going to be like if we can’t just come to a damned understanding and set pride to the side?
Craig was right. He was always right. It was one of the reasons he was so damn good at his job. But this time, Julianne didn’t fucking hate him for being right. His words lacked their usual arrogance, and for once she didn’t find him as insufferably annoying for being right.
We have been together for a month, and despite the fact that we can’t get along you were out of my life for five days and I felt your absence. In work, hell just your company, because that 1% of the time we are not at each other’s throat? I actually like having you around. We need to find a way to make this work because chances are w- EMILY! FUCKING STOP!
It was getting harder and harder for her to contain herself. It had been such a long week. She was so tired. Physically she was tired, but even more so mentally and emotionally. And as Craig spoke to her, with a kind of genuineness in his voice she’d never heard him have before, much less directed at her...she could feel herself coming apart at the seams. It was only a matter of time.
The quick panic in Craig’s eyes, and the view in her peripheral vision told Julianne that Emily was up. Julianne continued to stand there in the awkward light of the hallway, frozen. She didn't even bother to look, she just closed her eyes tight, slightened her knees, tightened her fists, and braced herself for impact. There was no way in hell she had anticipated Emily being able to get up, much less walk. Julianne didn't stand a chance against the woman. There was nothing she could do.
But Craig's words stopped the guard. Julianne heard something drop and she jumped, keeping her eyes shut tight until it was over. Whatever was going to happen, would happen, and she just didn't find it necessary to watch it all unfold. She would wait until it was all over with.
She felt the air of Emily walking by her, and she knew it was over. She heaved a sigh of relief as she opened her eyes again, a few more stray tears running down her cheeks hard as she might try to hold them back. Her eyes immediately went to Craig, not bothering to watch as the bloody mess sulked out the door.
So the ball is in your court. Come have a drink with me, or walk out the door. No one is going to stop you from leaving, but you know what waits for you if this doesn’t work between us and there isn’t anything I can do about that. I’m just tired of fucking fighting with you kitten.
Again...Craig was right. But again Julianne did not hate him for it. His words lacked their usual bile soaked disdain and condescension. For the first time, she found that she could swallow the words that came out his mouth. She didn't find herself choking on the truth as her force fed it to her.
She knew that if she walked out the door, she'd have nowhere to go. She couldn't go home, her parents would either turn her away or turn her over to the police and she'd go from having been in one prison to another. Craig was the only person she had left. She may have at times found him intolerable, but the truth was she didn't have anyone else.
It didn't take her long to concede. Without a word, because they would likely only come out in shameful trembling squeaks, she nodded to him in agreement. She would stay. So long as she would never have to go back in that room, for any reason, locked or unlocked, ever again...she would stay.
She slowly, carefully, and deliberately closed the distance between them, still shaking as her body came down off of its adrenaline high. In the back of her mind she realized how stupid she was being, really. Craig could at any moment lose his shit again and lock her back up. Or do god knows what else to her. But what was her alternative?
As she approached him, she thought maybe for a moment she ought to apologize. At least acknowledge that she had in some ways contributed to Craig having reached his breaking point with her. But as she thought about it, she figured not walking out and calling the police and every news station in town was acknowledgement and apology enough.
She left about 2 feet of space between them before she stopped, acknowledging that her guard was down and that she was willing to trust him, even though he hadn't given her reason to. In a low, almost raspy whisper, she nodded to him again.
"Okay. I'll stay."