wideeyedone
Baby did a bad, bad thing
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Her twelve hour shift had gone well. It was steady, but their were no emergencies. Jane Croft worked as a NICU nurse. She was tired but she enjoyed caring for her fragile patients and reassuring their stressed and frightened parents. She had just the right temperament to coax a frightened mother into snuggling her preemie against her skin. And she knew how to take care of a couple that was coming undone because of the stress of the NICU.
Jane went to the parking garage and got in her car. She was still wearing her pink scrubs and her tennis shoes. Some of the girls had asked her to go with them for a drink, but she just wanted to get home. She sung along with the radio as she drove. All she could think about was a hot bath, a glass of wine and her pajamas. But those thoughts faded when she pulled into the driveway. Scott's pick up was parked at a precarious angle. Her estranged husband was there.
She sighed deeply. And all of her heartache came rushing back. She had loved Scott Croft with all of her heart. It had been almost from the moment she met him. She had been out with some of her girlfriends from the hospital, she was a brand new nurse, celebrating her first real paycheck. He was in the same bar with the other SEALS in his unit. He had bought her a drink and asked her to dance. His smile went all the way up to his eyes. She was smitten.
But that had been three years and several deployments ago. After his last go round in Afghanistan, he just wasn't the same. He was angry. All the time. And the way he soothed his anger was with alcohol and other women. She had tried so hard. She got him appointments with a counselor, she researched getting him into rehab. But he didn't want to jeopardize his career or his reputation. And after a particularly severe bender, he packed his stuff and left.
She was surprised to see him, pacing on the front porch of their little house. She turned off her car and headed to the house. She didn't have to get close enough to smell him to know he had been drinking.
"Everything okay, Scott?" She asked softly fishing her keys out of her purse. She hadn't changed the locks yet, but he hadn't let himself in. He groaned and crossed his arms across his chest.
"Janie, I need some cash. I tried to use the debit card, but there was no money in the account. I had to get Sher- um, my friend, ....to pay the tab." She unlocked the door while he stammered over his girlfriends name and tried to cover.
She got the door open and tossed her keys and purse in the chair by the entry way. She left her tennis shoes on the porch, she was always careful not to wear her hospital shoes in the house.
"You should eat something, Scott. And sleep it off. I don't want to fight with you..." She didn't raise her voice, but it was obvious that she was tired of his behavior and she wanted him to go. "I don't think you should drive, Scott. Let me call you a cab, or we can call one of the guys to come get you."
She was shocked when she heard glass shatter. He had picked up vase off of the table and hurled it at the wall.
"Stop telling me what to do, Jane. You can't fix me. " His voice was low but his face was set in anger. She took a few steps back from him.
"I am not trying to fix you." She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. She cried out in surprise when he grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to him.
"Janie, I can't take your disappointment. I can see it all over you. I hear it in your voice, I feel it when I touch you. I am not the same guy any more." He shook her as he spoke and as much as she tried to fight it, she started to cry. And that seemed to only make him madder. "Damn it, Janie. Please... don't." She heard a hint of tenderness in his voice. A hint of who he used to be. She laid her hand on his chest.
"Scott, I just want things to be better. I just..." He started to shake her, his grip biting into her arm.
"Shut up, Jane. Shut up. I don't want to hear it." His voice was loud and ragged now. She could smell the cheap beer on his breath. She stumbled when she pulled her arm away from him. She almost fell but caught herself on one of the dining room chairs.
She went to her purse and pulled out the cash that she had. She laid it on the table. She took her phone and went to the bedroom, locking the door. She could hear him, rummaging through things, she heard more glass break. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to call the police. She didn't want to make trouble for him.
She texted Chase.
Can you come over? I will explain, but I need your help. Jane
Part of her felt like it was unfair to call Scott's best friend, but she didn't know who else to trust and she was a little afraid that Scott might come back.
Jane went to the parking garage and got in her car. She was still wearing her pink scrubs and her tennis shoes. Some of the girls had asked her to go with them for a drink, but she just wanted to get home. She sung along with the radio as she drove. All she could think about was a hot bath, a glass of wine and her pajamas. But those thoughts faded when she pulled into the driveway. Scott's pick up was parked at a precarious angle. Her estranged husband was there.
She sighed deeply. And all of her heartache came rushing back. She had loved Scott Croft with all of her heart. It had been almost from the moment she met him. She had been out with some of her girlfriends from the hospital, she was a brand new nurse, celebrating her first real paycheck. He was in the same bar with the other SEALS in his unit. He had bought her a drink and asked her to dance. His smile went all the way up to his eyes. She was smitten.
But that had been three years and several deployments ago. After his last go round in Afghanistan, he just wasn't the same. He was angry. All the time. And the way he soothed his anger was with alcohol and other women. She had tried so hard. She got him appointments with a counselor, she researched getting him into rehab. But he didn't want to jeopardize his career or his reputation. And after a particularly severe bender, he packed his stuff and left.
She was surprised to see him, pacing on the front porch of their little house. She turned off her car and headed to the house. She didn't have to get close enough to smell him to know he had been drinking.
"Everything okay, Scott?" She asked softly fishing her keys out of her purse. She hadn't changed the locks yet, but he hadn't let himself in. He groaned and crossed his arms across his chest.
"Janie, I need some cash. I tried to use the debit card, but there was no money in the account. I had to get Sher- um, my friend, ....to pay the tab." She unlocked the door while he stammered over his girlfriends name and tried to cover.
She got the door open and tossed her keys and purse in the chair by the entry way. She left her tennis shoes on the porch, she was always careful not to wear her hospital shoes in the house.
"You should eat something, Scott. And sleep it off. I don't want to fight with you..." She didn't raise her voice, but it was obvious that she was tired of his behavior and she wanted him to go. "I don't think you should drive, Scott. Let me call you a cab, or we can call one of the guys to come get you."
She was shocked when she heard glass shatter. He had picked up vase off of the table and hurled it at the wall.
"Stop telling me what to do, Jane. You can't fix me. " His voice was low but his face was set in anger. She took a few steps back from him.
"I am not trying to fix you." She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. She cried out in surprise when he grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to him.
"Janie, I can't take your disappointment. I can see it all over you. I hear it in your voice, I feel it when I touch you. I am not the same guy any more." He shook her as he spoke and as much as she tried to fight it, she started to cry. And that seemed to only make him madder. "Damn it, Janie. Please... don't." She heard a hint of tenderness in his voice. A hint of who he used to be. She laid her hand on his chest.
"Scott, I just want things to be better. I just..." He started to shake her, his grip biting into her arm.
"Shut up, Jane. Shut up. I don't want to hear it." His voice was loud and ragged now. She could smell the cheap beer on his breath. She stumbled when she pulled her arm away from him. She almost fell but caught herself on one of the dining room chairs.
She went to her purse and pulled out the cash that she had. She laid it on the table. She took her phone and went to the bedroom, locking the door. She could hear him, rummaging through things, she heard more glass break. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to call the police. She didn't want to make trouble for him.
She texted Chase.
Can you come over? I will explain, but I need your help. Jane
Part of her felt like it was unfair to call Scott's best friend, but she didn't know who else to trust and she was a little afraid that Scott might come back.