The sky is black when I step outside, and the air is crisp and cool. Unusual for the city really. I'd expected a bit more humidity. It's April, but it's still far to cold to be out at night in the get up I'm in, but I'm a big girl. If I can handle being a masked avenger then I can certainly handle a cold snap. I refuse to shiver
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It takes less time then I expected. Guess my routine couldn’t be topped. She’s stalking out, walking right past me without so much as a glance. Christ, didn’t Sally teach this kid? Same as her mother. Too fucking trusting. Looks like the opening line’s on me.
“Laurie? Laurie Jane, is that right?” I call out, as if I didn’t fucking know. As if she was just another wannabe mask happening to come out.
“So you’re Sally’s Kid?”
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I smile then, feeling a strange sense of ease come over me. It's just the Comedian. He's a good guy, one of the original Minutemen. He fought along side Mom, and Uncle Hollis, and the rest of them. He's on my side. I'm safe with him. It's not like he's some backroom rapist or something. I'm still smiling as he strides from his position under the tree to meet me at the gate.
"Uh yeah. Yeah." I answer, absently tucking my hair behind my ears, "You're the Comedian. I caught your act in there. You were pretty cool."
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I settle for my normal pretty girl routine, with modification. I make damn sure I’m only looking at her face. They can say what they will about me, I’m not an animal.
“Well, you don’t look like you grew up too bad yourself. Here…lemme take a look…Heh. Yeah. There’s her eyes…even got that funny little mole…you ain’t got her hair,” No the hair was mine. Same shade. Exact. My throat feel strange, and I can’t think of why. “But otherwise, you’re like her. You’re a looker.”
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It's another few seconds before his hand falls from my face. His eyes linger though.
The heavy scent of his cigar hits my nostrils, and I smile again, rifling through my purse. "Uh, say, I need a cigarette, but I don't have a light. Do you...?"
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“Oh, Laurie,” I whisper, hugging her tightly against me. Fresh tears well in my eyes and spill over, staining my cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to tell you… I’m sorry. Seeing him there… talking to you… I didn’t want you to get hurt.”
I babble on some more, my words mingled with strangled sobs, and I know I don’t make any sense. Then, I trail off into silence, our muffled sobs the only sound in the car. I stroke Laurie’s hair softly, a wave of affection washing over me. I’ll never let anyone, not Eddie or anyone else, ever hurt my daughter. She will never go through what I did ( ... )
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Why hadn't someone put him down, in the ground, like the mangy dog that he is?!
Mom can't speak anymore, her voice crackled and broken. Her body is shaking with every sob and every gasp for air. She seems so fragile...breakable. It's scares me ( ... )
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"You could never let me down, sweetie," I whisper, leaning my head against hers. "You will be strong, and brilliant - more than I was. So much more."
I want to stay like this forever, but soon my tears dry up. I can still feel the wetness on my cheeks, but I feel raw and empty - I simply can't cry anymore. I take a deep breath and let it out shakily, trying to pull myself together. I sit up, looking down at Laurie. "You make me strong," I say quietly, smiling. It's true - I have to be strong for her. I can afford moments of weakness, but I can't stay weak. I have to keep going... for Laurie.
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