AlwaysFaithful
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29 year old Katherine Doyle woke up in her childhood bedroom for the first time in a little over seven years. Sighing she sat up slowly, a wince of pain crossed her face, reminding her exactly why she was back in her home town of Dutton, South Dakota. She pushed her long mahogany hair out of her face, tying it up in a messy ponytail as she stood, walking to the adjoining bathroom. Standing before the mirror, the petite, 5'6" 120 pound woman eyed her body. She was toned and fit, made from years of hard work, a few scars marred her body, but more noticeable was the stitches that trailed along her left hip, just narrowly missing the four leaf clover tattoo that was about the size of a silver dollar. She had a white patch covering an area just to the right of her heart. She had bruises on her ribcage.
She was a SWAT officer in Chicago, her and her unit had been ambushed. She didn't remember much, only a few pieces, and what her partner had told her. She remembered that she had wanted to die, because of the pain, she'd accepted that she was going to. She remembered her partner telling her that she wasn't allowed to die, that he would kick her ass if she even thought about it. The doctors aren't sure why she was still alive, but she was. And after two weeks in the hospital, with her parents hovering, she finally agreed to come back home to be tended too, as she had six weeks of recovery, before the doctor would even consider putting her back to work on desk duty.
So here she was, back in the home she'd spent most of her teenage years. Angela and Richard Doyle had decided to foster a child, not knowing they were going to get this bratty, disrespectful 14 year old who already broke the rules, drank when it suited her, and did as she pleased. Well, they had been firm and loving, and they'd gotten her back in line, and she was thankful everyday for it. It was only a year later that they had officially adopted her, and she took their last name.
Walking downstairs, after dressing in a pair of jeans and a men's button up shirt. She wasn't allowed to lift her arms above her head for a while, so all of her male unit mates had given her a couple of their button up shirts, to make dressing easier for her. "Morning," She greeted her mom who was in the kitchen, Katherine's voice was a unique mix, it held a faint western drawl, from growing up in Montana before moving here, and a whisper of Irish, both Angela and Richard were Irish and their accents had rubbed off on Kat. "How are you feeling, hon?" Angie asked. Kat shrugged, "After my pain meds, I'll be feeling pretty good."
After breakfast, Kat decided to take a short walk down the block to the grocery store. The town of Dutton had been rather tiny, when she'd left seven years ago to pursue her law enforcement career, but not, Dutton was growing into quite the little suburb of Souix Falls. It wouldn't be such a bad place to live now. She mused, as she looked around the town, as she finally made it to the little corner store.
She was a SWAT officer in Chicago, her and her unit had been ambushed. She didn't remember much, only a few pieces, and what her partner had told her. She remembered that she had wanted to die, because of the pain, she'd accepted that she was going to. She remembered her partner telling her that she wasn't allowed to die, that he would kick her ass if she even thought about it. The doctors aren't sure why she was still alive, but she was. And after two weeks in the hospital, with her parents hovering, she finally agreed to come back home to be tended too, as she had six weeks of recovery, before the doctor would even consider putting her back to work on desk duty.
So here she was, back in the home she'd spent most of her teenage years. Angela and Richard Doyle had decided to foster a child, not knowing they were going to get this bratty, disrespectful 14 year old who already broke the rules, drank when it suited her, and did as she pleased. Well, they had been firm and loving, and they'd gotten her back in line, and she was thankful everyday for it. It was only a year later that they had officially adopted her, and she took their last name.
Walking downstairs, after dressing in a pair of jeans and a men's button up shirt. She wasn't allowed to lift her arms above her head for a while, so all of her male unit mates had given her a couple of their button up shirts, to make dressing easier for her. "Morning," She greeted her mom who was in the kitchen, Katherine's voice was a unique mix, it held a faint western drawl, from growing up in Montana before moving here, and a whisper of Irish, both Angela and Richard were Irish and their accents had rubbed off on Kat. "How are you feeling, hon?" Angie asked. Kat shrugged, "After my pain meds, I'll be feeling pretty good."
After breakfast, Kat decided to take a short walk down the block to the grocery store. The town of Dutton had been rather tiny, when she'd left seven years ago to pursue her law enforcement career, but not, Dutton was growing into quite the little suburb of Souix Falls. It wouldn't be such a bad place to live now. She mused, as she looked around the town, as she finally made it to the little corner store.