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agirllost ([personal profile] agirllost) wrote2006-01-05 10:52 pm

Another OOM

After talking to Nita, she's less on the edge...but that she could have mistaken...for her mom... She hadn't realized how much she missed her. It's like a pain that is there for so long, it's easy to take it for granted, hard to remember a time when she could see her more than just in her memories.

She looks in the mirror and brushes her wet hair. She's trying to put what happened in the past. But that knife...it was tempting...is tempting.

"No," she says, her voice just above a whisper. "I won't do it."

There's a knock on the door.

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2006-01-06 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
He blinks, his hands and feet turning cold with dread. If there was something that Nita might have told him about there must be a problem; a big one. "Told me what?" Though now he knows that there's something Nita might have told him, he is definitely going to have to have a talk with her.

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2006-01-06 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
He reaches out, putting a hand on her arm, crouching a bit to try and make eye contact with her. "No, Kim...if there's something Nita should have told me--some problem you're having--it does matter. It matters a lot to me. Please, sweetheart, what is it?"

He clenches his jaw together for a moment, trying not to let her see the tension on his face. "I talked to Chase. Is this about what happened with him?"

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2006-01-06 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Sweetheart, I want to know because I'm your father. If something's wrong I want to find a way to help or at least be here for you, even if there isn't anything I can do. Sweetheart, please," he says, putting his hand on her cheek, "please just tell me what's bothering you."

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2006-01-06 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
"What do you mean?" he asks, softly. "Sweetheart how can we be there for you when you won't tell us during the worst part?"

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2006-01-06 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
His stomach does a sharp dip as she mentions the time after Teri's death, the cold feeling spreading up his arms.

"Sweetheart, I..." He's not sure what to say; he sure can't deny it. "Sweetheart...I know I wasn't there for you then," he says, finally, his voice cracking slightly. "But please, let me be here for you now. I want to be involved."

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2006-01-06 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Honey, I'm never too busy for you. I just didn't want--" He cuts himself off, knowing how lame explanations will sound at the moment.

"Sweetheart...it doesn't look like you're handling it," he says, softly.

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2006-01-06 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
He swallows, though there's a lump in his throat and his stomach is in knots.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he says in a hoarse whisper, "But I'm not gone from your life here."

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2006-01-06 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"No, baby, please..." he says, though he's not sure what he can do.

"You don't have to do this alone," he adds, finally.

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2006-01-06 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"How are you not alone? You won't let Chase or I help..."

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2006-01-07 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment it feels as though his heart has skipped a beat, and it takes him a moment to figure out whether that was in a literal or a figurative sense. It's the latter, but that doens't help much.

I don't trust you. She might as well have said it as directly as that, as that's what he hears.

He drops his hand from her cheek, feeling cold all over.

"Fine," he says softly, almost in a whisper, "Fine." He wants to say something, but he can't think of anything at the moment; his brain has gone blank.

Instead, he takes a couple steps backwards before turning and walking dazedly down the hall to his room.