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Purgatory in Death... 'NEW YORK TO DALLAS' SPOILERS!! part 2
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ok here's annother one that i cleaned up a bit. hope you enjoy it :) drop me a line if you do i like hearing what you think of my writing style.
xoxoxox
Ok you guys wanted more so I figure I'd post this. I don't really plan to develop this into a story so think of them as one shots. Just brief glimpses into purgatory :)
A room with two child sized beds, one a princess bed, pretty purple with a canopy and sparkles and twinkle lights so that the sleeping Child can pretend that she was sleeping beneath the stars. The other bed was most defiantly a boys dream bed, the bed not quite made properly, the dark blue comforter crooked across a bed that had drawers and compartments so that the child may hide his treasures. Little strings of lights shaped like pirate ships and treasure boxes strung across the top of the four poster.
The room was filled with toys, all the Stops for the two children who, in life, were denied all of that.
Siobhan sat on a child sized chair and watch the two angles sleep. She was well aware that they weren't really her son and his soul mate but at the same time, during her stay in purgatory she had seen him, bloody and fighting Patrick. He didn't have eve then. He was a lonely and desperate boy.
She wondered how that even worked as she was sure it was a demon of some sort.
At the moment she didn't care two hoots. As long as these two were in this hell she was going to stay and take care of them.
She laughed a little and thought of the time that her baby had ran to her, clutching the hand of a young girl and had such a shine in them she almost felt at peace enough to grab the handle of the golden door of her room and go through to whatever was next for her. But she couldn't leave her son in this hell. So she vowed not to leave until they had left. She wondered if it were partially her son and eve in the bodies that manifested themselves as them. Some part of them that was punishing the parents for the grievances that they put them through. She wondered if their earthly counterparts had to be at peace for the children to vanish.
The room darkened a little for a moment and Siobhan sighed and took it as a no. These kids were here until the parents learned their lessons.
She listened as dim voices could be heard shouting outside the door. Siobhan's mouth twisted into a snarl recognizing the woman's voice. Eve's mother. She had been here for almost a year now and was as stubborn as the day she arrived. She and Patrick were currently fighting. Paddy had finally cracked as Stella's arrival caused both kids to go into overdrive on the punishments. Patrick had done a complete 360 since the week that Stella showed up. Maybe it was watching Stella dance for days as her body wept for rest or her getting slapped around the room by an invisible hand while Richard sat and played cards with the kids.
He had almost fully redeemed himself. Almost rehabilitated enough to be allowed past the gold door. It had appeared in his room six months ago and he spent all his free time just staring at it.
He never told her if he had tried to open it or not but she avoided him. He had raped his daughter. It was unforgivable. She could see his genuine regret and his attempts to be a better person. She figured that he now had to be at peace with himself and by the looks he wasn't ready to forgive himself. She wondered if anyone ever could forgive themselves for something like that.
"Probably not" came a whispered voice from behind her. Richard sat opposite her and straddled a chair looking intently at the sleeping girl. "I'm an asshole."
"Truer words" she muttered.
He sighed "I wasn't always like that."
"I wasn't always such a coward. I can understand that."
Richard blinked at her she saw it and he sighed a little. "Paddy is... Special. He has a gift for getting women to fall for him. He is also good at keeping them on a leash. You didn't stand a chance in hell." he glanced around and laughed a little "no pun intended"
She smiled a little. "I should've taken my boy and went back to Claire."
"and he would have followed you. Do you know how he got Meg to come back and watch RJ for him?"
"Watching is a term I wouldn't use." she muttered. Richard picked up a truck, rolled the wheels in his palm "he said he understood that she couldn't have a child. He was dumb to try to replace her but look. He had a baby boy that was motherless. A child that they could raise together, one that would grow and provide for them. One that they could mold to suit their purposes." he stopped for a moment just staring off into space. "That would be around the time he said something about how if you had a girl he would have sold her for a tidy profit. And the idea came to Me." he laughed a little and rolled the truck on the little table "it all sounded so tidy back then. There was paddy and his boy to fetch wallets and run the games, tedious work so that he didn't have to do it himself. Then there was frank with his daughter, he profited big selling his girl for sex. It all seemed... Like a good idea."
He snorted and put his head in his hands "I'm a real peach."
Siobhan looked at him. He was miserable. He had been here longer than any of them besides herself. She refused to leave on principal. At first she was waiting for Patrick to show up so she could end his miserable life several times over. Then, when he finally showed up, so did a version of her little boy.
That had ticked her off. All these years and he didn't want to see her? She loved him. More than anyone else alive or dead. He had stopped his pursuit of Patrick and said, quite cheerfully "ya didn't really need me ma." and kept running.
That one had intrigued her. She had desperately wanted her son. But not here. Not in this place.
"Sometimes we change. If given a second chance, right now, what would you do?"
He stared at her. He really seemed to give some genuine thought to her question. She noticed that his forehead creased the same as Eve's did. If she didn't know the reason why he was sitting in Purgatory, she never would have guessed that it was because he had repeatedly raped and abused his minor daughter. She pulled herself back as he cautiously began to answer her question.
"If I could go back right now I would. I would walk her to the doors of social services and go hang myself with the nearest handy rope." he ran the toy over a crayon and smiled a little at it. Then as he frowned he shook his head
"actually I'd buy her some fucking ice cream then tell her that I'm a bad person and she needs to be saved from me. That I am sick and I was so wrong to hurt her. That she deserved a loving mom and dad that wouldn't hurt her. Then I would walk her to the doors of social services and then go hang myself. Did you know she had never had ice cream until she was 14? One of her roommates, I think her name was Katelyn... No no Kelsey was her name. Kelsey was dating a guy that worked in a local ice cream shop when eve said something about ice cream in passing..." he trailed off as the little child sized table began to swirl and light with color and both of them were struck with the thought that it looked a lot like a pensive from the harry potter book series.
"Do we poke it?" she asked. He sighed a little
"I'll do it first. If its nasty, well we both know of the two of us who is the most damned." He poked it with the look like you were knowingly sticking a fork into a live outlet.
Nothing happened. Siobhan shrugged and poked it as well and they were taken into the table.
They landed in a heap on the floor of a building with dull brown walls. Motivational plaques hung along the walls with sayings such as 'life is only what you make it!' and 'human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers gave birth to them but… life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves-Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Richard stood and tentatively reached out a hand. Siobhan who was in a complete heap sighed and huffed and grabbed his hand and let him haul her to her feet. They looked around and figured they were invisible as kids were passing them without a second glance.
"All girls." Richard said. "Are we in a memory?"
"This is way to harry potter for me." She said and clipped her hair back with a strip of leather "you were talking about Eve's first time having ice cream… maybe this is the memory?"
He shrugged and looked around again. "Not bad digs. Clean and all that shit."
Siobhan rolled her eyes. He was a man alright. Paddy would have said the same thing. It was clean, as were the children. The droids in the corridors ensuring that there was no fighting and that they were safe. But the building lacked one elemental thing that made it a home for a child.
Love.
A soft strum of a guitar had her turning to the room closest to them. The room was a decent size that comfortably fit three beds lined against one wall with little dressers separating the beds. The walls were painted a soft green and matched the colors of the three desks lined along the other wall and a small screen that was off.
There were three girls in the room, each sitting on their beds; all had the same blue comforter. Two of the girls had makeup and other little trinkets and the third had several books, what looked like a makeup case and a flashlight. Siobhan grinned and bet herself a million dollars of her son's money that it wasn't makeup but a forensics kit. She found Eve.
"that's Eve" Richard said rather uselessly as she had figured that out for herself, pointing to the one sitting cross legged in jeans and a black tee shirt. Her long hair pulled into a messy bun high on her head and she had a guitar in her lap and was currently turning the page in her very battered music book.
They both blinked as their points of view shifted and it was as if they were seeing the memory though Eve's eyes
Kelsey was a small redhead with an explosion of freckles that just made her look adorable. Eve was often horrified at the urge to pinch her cheeks. They got along ok. Kelsey was one of the few girls at the school who didn't mind that she always had her nose buried in a murder mystery or forensics book. Kelsey herself had borrowed a few of them to read over the past year or so that they had been bunking. Since she got out of juvie anyway most of the girls were leery of her. They either ignored her or gave her the look like she was the scum on the bottom of their shoe. Not that she gave a shit. But Kelsey was ok and America, funnily enough was a foreign that managed to sweet talk her way into the system was funny as hell and couldn't give two shits what Eve had done in the past.
As Eve sat cross legged on her bed in the dorm, diligently practicing on the guitar for music class she tuned in with one ear to Kelsey who was gushing about her new boyfriend, a boy on the outside, Jake Sampson.
America was listening with more attention than eve, the math homework spread out over her bed was cheerfully being ignored.
Eve looked down and focused on strumming more chords and following the sheet music until Kelsey's questioning tone had her looking over
'what?'
'I said' she drawled out, her accent Canadian. They had transferred her to the states after her mother claimed her and she lived on the streets for a while before social services took her in. 'what kind of ice cream do ya want? I'll bring us all back some.'
'oh.' Eve stared hard at her music sheets and set the guitar down and pulled her hair out of her ponytail, resecuring the loose tendrils, 'I don't care whatever.'
Conversation moved on and later eve was a little surprised when Kelsey sat down on her bed.
'Eve sweets, have you ever had ice cream?' Eve glanced over but America was bopping along with her head set and was still working on her math homework.
'Of course!'she said and focused more on sewing the rip in her blue shirt back up. It was her shirt damnit and she wasn't about to go to the warden and ask for another one. They always gave her a hard time if she wrecked anything. They gave all of them a hard time and acted as though clothing was supposed to last forever. As soon as she was out she was going to buy her own damn shirts and fuck what they thought about them.
Eve shook her head a little at that thought and carefully tied off the last stitch, biting the string as close as she could.
Kelsey sighed a little 'ya know all you have to say is 'no Kelsey I haven't had any cause I've lived in shitass places that don't have ice cream.'
'What you said' and she turned back to the shirt and winced. That was the eighth rip. But the damn thing fit so well.
'Evie' Kelsey said and grabbed eves him and turned it towards her. Eve was slightly startled at how close Kelsey was and even more shocked when she touched her lips gently to Eve's cheek.
'because you're so sweet' she kissed Eve's other cheek 'because you're special'
And touched her lips to Eves that wasn't at all sexual but so sweet that her heart ached. 'Because you're you.'
Eve blushed and Kelsey smiled hugely. Eve have her a shove and said 'only you will ever get away with. Calling me that' Kelsey laughed and grabbed a bag as she hauled herself up off the bed and started towards the door
'don't I know it too. I'll bring you back chocolate. You'll love this."
End memory
Siobhan sat staring at the floor after the memory vanished from the table.
That was one of the sweetest and saddest things I have ever seen.' she said after a minute. Forgetting who she was talking with she asked 'what ever happened to Kelsey?'
'I asked her that.' he nodded over to the girl who was snoring softly. 'She said that after she had run to New York she lost contact.'
'Well I hope they see each other again one day.'
Richard nodded. "She doesn't want to think about anything pre-academy. Maybe one day one will look the other up. They were lovers." He said and he smiled a little at the odd look Siobhan sent him so he elaborated. "The Eve here used that against me a few times. Told me that it was my fault she was going to be afraid to know a man's touch. I didn't learn later that she actually wasn't as… affected as she might have been. Small mercies."
"Lots of women these days experiment with each other. Learning their bodies with someone they trust absolutely."
He shrugged. "I don't give a shit one way or the other but to hear that I forced yet another thing on her…"
Siobhan nodded, surprised to find herself understanding him.
"Is there redemption?" he asked her. "Is there a way to move from here?"
She didn't get a chance to answer as little Eve appeared in her pink princess pajamas and confidently held arms out to him and he absently pulled her on his lap and smoothed the hair that escaped the braid back while he contemplated his future, if he was to have one.
"You did." Eve said and smiled slightly. "You passed the last test. The door will open and you will walk through it tonight." She said in her little child's drawl.
"Do you move on then?" he asked her. But as he asked he looked over at the sleeping boy holding a stuffed elephant and knew what his answer was.
"The mommy still needs punishment from me and his Father is lying." Her eyes glowed red for a moment before settling down "he hasn't learned."
"Then I will wait. Like Siobhan. I deserve to."
"no." the girl hopped down and grew. Grew into the woman that she was today, her hair short and tuffed some from her fingers running through it. Richard noticed that she didn't look quite the same as she did now; she looked more mature, at peace.
Siobhan grinned a little as she observed the subtle change in her hips and felt even more at peace with herself.
"I'm at peace with what happened to me. It won't happen again and I know that."
For the first time in memory for either of them they eyed each other without cringing.
He nodded a little and grabbed her hand, bowed and gently, for the first time, kissed her hand as a father might a daughter. She rolled her eyes and made a shooing motion "ok get going."
He nodded, looked one last time to the sleeping boy, to Siobhan and left the room.
Eve wiped her hand on her pants dramatically and straddled the small chair but grinned a little at Siobhan
"So, I got a few hours before the soother I gave RJ wears off cause god knows he wouldn't have slept through that, want a drink?" at that Eve pulled out a flask and grinned
"I can tell you some amusing stories that a mother should never know about her son…"
Siobhan arranged herself on the other chair, took the flask and swigged "go for it."
The gold door was no longer in his room but in the living room that seemed to be a permanent installment since Stella's arrival. He watched, amused as Patrick and Stella threw themselves at the door.
He walked calmly towards it. Whatever lay next for him he was ready for it. While his soul wasn't at peace with himself he had righted what he could and was confident that he could do no more.
He ignored Stella's shrieking at him. Patrick's attempts to grab him and headed for the gold door. It opened and he stepped into the white, onto whatever lay next for him.
His mother was waiting for him. He saw his other family members that had died and ones he had only seen pictures of. He smiled. He wasn't ready to go on. But he was ready to watch out over Eve and her family with his family and wait for peace.
Roarke watched his wife with amusement. He had thought that she was having a nightmare at the noises that she was making so was a little alarmed when she shot up out of bed and ran for the bathroom but to the sink and ran her hand under water pumping soap and washing it vigorously.
"What?" he asked her as she splashed cold water on her face and looked at him in the mirror.
There was no way in hell that she was telling him that she dreamed she let her father kiss her hand then sat with his mother, got drunk and told her stories of his little escapades sexual and otherwise.
"Dreaming we had anal sex."
His eyes lit with curiosity and a little excitement. She grinned "You were the recipient. That toy you shoved in my drawer by the bed was a tight fit but you loved it. Took a while to prep you though. She glanced to the time at the clock "if you're not tired we should have enough time to"
"I'm tired. Let's go to sleep." Roarke said quickly and turned leaving her in the bathroom. She grinned and pulled out a bottle of lube from the cabinet and headed back to bed. She came to his side and set the bottle on his night table in clear view and climbed over him and back into bed. She almost laughed at his apprehension to cuddle with her and planned to use this knowledge to its full potential. She curled into him and when he finally relaxed she reached her hand and caressed his ass which tensed.
"Can't wait to try it." She said and went happily to sleep while Roarke stayed awake a little longer and could do nothing but stare in horror at the bottle of lube.
xoxoxox
Ok you guys wanted more so I figure I'd post this. I don't really plan to develop this into a story so think of them as one shots. Just brief glimpses into purgatory :)
A room with two child sized beds, one a princess bed, pretty purple with a canopy and sparkles and twinkle lights so that the sleeping Child can pretend that she was sleeping beneath the stars. The other bed was most defiantly a boys dream bed, the bed not quite made properly, the dark blue comforter crooked across a bed that had drawers and compartments so that the child may hide his treasures. Little strings of lights shaped like pirate ships and treasure boxes strung across the top of the four poster.
The room was filled with toys, all the Stops for the two children who, in life, were denied all of that.
Siobhan sat on a child sized chair and watch the two angles sleep. She was well aware that they weren't really her son and his soul mate but at the same time, during her stay in purgatory she had seen him, bloody and fighting Patrick. He didn't have eve then. He was a lonely and desperate boy.
She wondered how that even worked as she was sure it was a demon of some sort.
At the moment she didn't care two hoots. As long as these two were in this hell she was going to stay and take care of them.
She laughed a little and thought of the time that her baby had ran to her, clutching the hand of a young girl and had such a shine in them she almost felt at peace enough to grab the handle of the golden door of her room and go through to whatever was next for her. But she couldn't leave her son in this hell. So she vowed not to leave until they had left. She wondered if it were partially her son and eve in the bodies that manifested themselves as them. Some part of them that was punishing the parents for the grievances that they put them through. She wondered if their earthly counterparts had to be at peace for the children to vanish.
The room darkened a little for a moment and Siobhan sighed and took it as a no. These kids were here until the parents learned their lessons.
She listened as dim voices could be heard shouting outside the door. Siobhan's mouth twisted into a snarl recognizing the woman's voice. Eve's mother. She had been here for almost a year now and was as stubborn as the day she arrived. She and Patrick were currently fighting. Paddy had finally cracked as Stella's arrival caused both kids to go into overdrive on the punishments. Patrick had done a complete 360 since the week that Stella showed up. Maybe it was watching Stella dance for days as her body wept for rest or her getting slapped around the room by an invisible hand while Richard sat and played cards with the kids.
He had almost fully redeemed himself. Almost rehabilitated enough to be allowed past the gold door. It had appeared in his room six months ago and he spent all his free time just staring at it.
He never told her if he had tried to open it or not but she avoided him. He had raped his daughter. It was unforgivable. She could see his genuine regret and his attempts to be a better person. She figured that he now had to be at peace with himself and by the looks he wasn't ready to forgive himself. She wondered if anyone ever could forgive themselves for something like that.
"Probably not" came a whispered voice from behind her. Richard sat opposite her and straddled a chair looking intently at the sleeping girl. "I'm an asshole."
"Truer words" she muttered.
He sighed "I wasn't always like that."
"I wasn't always such a coward. I can understand that."
Richard blinked at her she saw it and he sighed a little. "Paddy is... Special. He has a gift for getting women to fall for him. He is also good at keeping them on a leash. You didn't stand a chance in hell." he glanced around and laughed a little "no pun intended"
She smiled a little. "I should've taken my boy and went back to Claire."
"and he would have followed you. Do you know how he got Meg to come back and watch RJ for him?"
"Watching is a term I wouldn't use." she muttered. Richard picked up a truck, rolled the wheels in his palm "he said he understood that she couldn't have a child. He was dumb to try to replace her but look. He had a baby boy that was motherless. A child that they could raise together, one that would grow and provide for them. One that they could mold to suit their purposes." he stopped for a moment just staring off into space. "That would be around the time he said something about how if you had a girl he would have sold her for a tidy profit. And the idea came to Me." he laughed a little and rolled the truck on the little table "it all sounded so tidy back then. There was paddy and his boy to fetch wallets and run the games, tedious work so that he didn't have to do it himself. Then there was frank with his daughter, he profited big selling his girl for sex. It all seemed... Like a good idea."
He snorted and put his head in his hands "I'm a real peach."
Siobhan looked at him. He was miserable. He had been here longer than any of them besides herself. She refused to leave on principal. At first she was waiting for Patrick to show up so she could end his miserable life several times over. Then, when he finally showed up, so did a version of her little boy.
That had ticked her off. All these years and he didn't want to see her? She loved him. More than anyone else alive or dead. He had stopped his pursuit of Patrick and said, quite cheerfully "ya didn't really need me ma." and kept running.
That one had intrigued her. She had desperately wanted her son. But not here. Not in this place.
"Sometimes we change. If given a second chance, right now, what would you do?"
He stared at her. He really seemed to give some genuine thought to her question. She noticed that his forehead creased the same as Eve's did. If she didn't know the reason why he was sitting in Purgatory, she never would have guessed that it was because he had repeatedly raped and abused his minor daughter. She pulled herself back as he cautiously began to answer her question.
"If I could go back right now I would. I would walk her to the doors of social services and go hang myself with the nearest handy rope." he ran the toy over a crayon and smiled a little at it. Then as he frowned he shook his head
"actually I'd buy her some fucking ice cream then tell her that I'm a bad person and she needs to be saved from me. That I am sick and I was so wrong to hurt her. That she deserved a loving mom and dad that wouldn't hurt her. Then I would walk her to the doors of social services and then go hang myself. Did you know she had never had ice cream until she was 14? One of her roommates, I think her name was Katelyn... No no Kelsey was her name. Kelsey was dating a guy that worked in a local ice cream shop when eve said something about ice cream in passing..." he trailed off as the little child sized table began to swirl and light with color and both of them were struck with the thought that it looked a lot like a pensive from the harry potter book series.
"Do we poke it?" she asked. He sighed a little
"I'll do it first. If its nasty, well we both know of the two of us who is the most damned." He poked it with the look like you were knowingly sticking a fork into a live outlet.
Nothing happened. Siobhan shrugged and poked it as well and they were taken into the table.
They landed in a heap on the floor of a building with dull brown walls. Motivational plaques hung along the walls with sayings such as 'life is only what you make it!' and 'human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers gave birth to them but… life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves-Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Richard stood and tentatively reached out a hand. Siobhan who was in a complete heap sighed and huffed and grabbed his hand and let him haul her to her feet. They looked around and figured they were invisible as kids were passing them without a second glance.
"All girls." Richard said. "Are we in a memory?"
"This is way to harry potter for me." She said and clipped her hair back with a strip of leather "you were talking about Eve's first time having ice cream… maybe this is the memory?"
He shrugged and looked around again. "Not bad digs. Clean and all that shit."
Siobhan rolled her eyes. He was a man alright. Paddy would have said the same thing. It was clean, as were the children. The droids in the corridors ensuring that there was no fighting and that they were safe. But the building lacked one elemental thing that made it a home for a child.
Love.
A soft strum of a guitar had her turning to the room closest to them. The room was a decent size that comfortably fit three beds lined against one wall with little dressers separating the beds. The walls were painted a soft green and matched the colors of the three desks lined along the other wall and a small screen that was off.
There were three girls in the room, each sitting on their beds; all had the same blue comforter. Two of the girls had makeup and other little trinkets and the third had several books, what looked like a makeup case and a flashlight. Siobhan grinned and bet herself a million dollars of her son's money that it wasn't makeup but a forensics kit. She found Eve.
"that's Eve" Richard said rather uselessly as she had figured that out for herself, pointing to the one sitting cross legged in jeans and a black tee shirt. Her long hair pulled into a messy bun high on her head and she had a guitar in her lap and was currently turning the page in her very battered music book.
They both blinked as their points of view shifted and it was as if they were seeing the memory though Eve's eyes
Kelsey was a small redhead with an explosion of freckles that just made her look adorable. Eve was often horrified at the urge to pinch her cheeks. They got along ok. Kelsey was one of the few girls at the school who didn't mind that she always had her nose buried in a murder mystery or forensics book. Kelsey herself had borrowed a few of them to read over the past year or so that they had been bunking. Since she got out of juvie anyway most of the girls were leery of her. They either ignored her or gave her the look like she was the scum on the bottom of their shoe. Not that she gave a shit. But Kelsey was ok and America, funnily enough was a foreign that managed to sweet talk her way into the system was funny as hell and couldn't give two shits what Eve had done in the past.
As Eve sat cross legged on her bed in the dorm, diligently practicing on the guitar for music class she tuned in with one ear to Kelsey who was gushing about her new boyfriend, a boy on the outside, Jake Sampson.
America was listening with more attention than eve, the math homework spread out over her bed was cheerfully being ignored.
Eve looked down and focused on strumming more chords and following the sheet music until Kelsey's questioning tone had her looking over
'what?'
'I said' she drawled out, her accent Canadian. They had transferred her to the states after her mother claimed her and she lived on the streets for a while before social services took her in. 'what kind of ice cream do ya want? I'll bring us all back some.'
'oh.' Eve stared hard at her music sheets and set the guitar down and pulled her hair out of her ponytail, resecuring the loose tendrils, 'I don't care whatever.'
Conversation moved on and later eve was a little surprised when Kelsey sat down on her bed.
'Eve sweets, have you ever had ice cream?' Eve glanced over but America was bopping along with her head set and was still working on her math homework.
'Of course!'she said and focused more on sewing the rip in her blue shirt back up. It was her shirt damnit and she wasn't about to go to the warden and ask for another one. They always gave her a hard time if she wrecked anything. They gave all of them a hard time and acted as though clothing was supposed to last forever. As soon as she was out she was going to buy her own damn shirts and fuck what they thought about them.
Eve shook her head a little at that thought and carefully tied off the last stitch, biting the string as close as she could.
Kelsey sighed a little 'ya know all you have to say is 'no Kelsey I haven't had any cause I've lived in shitass places that don't have ice cream.'
'What you said' and she turned back to the shirt and winced. That was the eighth rip. But the damn thing fit so well.
'Evie' Kelsey said and grabbed eves him and turned it towards her. Eve was slightly startled at how close Kelsey was and even more shocked when she touched her lips gently to Eve's cheek.
'because you're so sweet' she kissed Eve's other cheek 'because you're special'
And touched her lips to Eves that wasn't at all sexual but so sweet that her heart ached. 'Because you're you.'
Eve blushed and Kelsey smiled hugely. Eve have her a shove and said 'only you will ever get away with. Calling me that' Kelsey laughed and grabbed a bag as she hauled herself up off the bed and started towards the door
'don't I know it too. I'll bring you back chocolate. You'll love this."
End memory
Siobhan sat staring at the floor after the memory vanished from the table.
That was one of the sweetest and saddest things I have ever seen.' she said after a minute. Forgetting who she was talking with she asked 'what ever happened to Kelsey?'
'I asked her that.' he nodded over to the girl who was snoring softly. 'She said that after she had run to New York she lost contact.'
'Well I hope they see each other again one day.'
Richard nodded. "She doesn't want to think about anything pre-academy. Maybe one day one will look the other up. They were lovers." He said and he smiled a little at the odd look Siobhan sent him so he elaborated. "The Eve here used that against me a few times. Told me that it was my fault she was going to be afraid to know a man's touch. I didn't learn later that she actually wasn't as… affected as she might have been. Small mercies."
"Lots of women these days experiment with each other. Learning their bodies with someone they trust absolutely."
He shrugged. "I don't give a shit one way or the other but to hear that I forced yet another thing on her…"
Siobhan nodded, surprised to find herself understanding him.
"Is there redemption?" he asked her. "Is there a way to move from here?"
She didn't get a chance to answer as little Eve appeared in her pink princess pajamas and confidently held arms out to him and he absently pulled her on his lap and smoothed the hair that escaped the braid back while he contemplated his future, if he was to have one.
"You did." Eve said and smiled slightly. "You passed the last test. The door will open and you will walk through it tonight." She said in her little child's drawl.
"Do you move on then?" he asked her. But as he asked he looked over at the sleeping boy holding a stuffed elephant and knew what his answer was.
"The mommy still needs punishment from me and his Father is lying." Her eyes glowed red for a moment before settling down "he hasn't learned."
"Then I will wait. Like Siobhan. I deserve to."
"no." the girl hopped down and grew. Grew into the woman that she was today, her hair short and tuffed some from her fingers running through it. Richard noticed that she didn't look quite the same as she did now; she looked more mature, at peace.
Siobhan grinned a little as she observed the subtle change in her hips and felt even more at peace with herself.
"I'm at peace with what happened to me. It won't happen again and I know that."
For the first time in memory for either of them they eyed each other without cringing.
He nodded a little and grabbed her hand, bowed and gently, for the first time, kissed her hand as a father might a daughter. She rolled her eyes and made a shooing motion "ok get going."
He nodded, looked one last time to the sleeping boy, to Siobhan and left the room.
Eve wiped her hand on her pants dramatically and straddled the small chair but grinned a little at Siobhan
"So, I got a few hours before the soother I gave RJ wears off cause god knows he wouldn't have slept through that, want a drink?" at that Eve pulled out a flask and grinned
"I can tell you some amusing stories that a mother should never know about her son…"
Siobhan arranged herself on the other chair, took the flask and swigged "go for it."
The gold door was no longer in his room but in the living room that seemed to be a permanent installment since Stella's arrival. He watched, amused as Patrick and Stella threw themselves at the door.
He walked calmly towards it. Whatever lay next for him he was ready for it. While his soul wasn't at peace with himself he had righted what he could and was confident that he could do no more.
He ignored Stella's shrieking at him. Patrick's attempts to grab him and headed for the gold door. It opened and he stepped into the white, onto whatever lay next for him.
His mother was waiting for him. He saw his other family members that had died and ones he had only seen pictures of. He smiled. He wasn't ready to go on. But he was ready to watch out over Eve and her family with his family and wait for peace.
Roarke watched his wife with amusement. He had thought that she was having a nightmare at the noises that she was making so was a little alarmed when she shot up out of bed and ran for the bathroom but to the sink and ran her hand under water pumping soap and washing it vigorously.
"What?" he asked her as she splashed cold water on her face and looked at him in the mirror.
There was no way in hell that she was telling him that she dreamed she let her father kiss her hand then sat with his mother, got drunk and told her stories of his little escapades sexual and otherwise.
"Dreaming we had anal sex."
His eyes lit with curiosity and a little excitement. She grinned "You were the recipient. That toy you shoved in my drawer by the bed was a tight fit but you loved it. Took a while to prep you though. She glanced to the time at the clock "if you're not tired we should have enough time to"
"I'm tired. Let's go to sleep." Roarke said quickly and turned leaving her in the bathroom. She grinned and pulled out a bottle of lube from the cabinet and headed back to bed. She came to his side and set the bottle on his night table in clear view and climbed over him and back into bed. She almost laughed at his apprehension to cuddle with her and planned to use this knowledge to its full potential. She curled into him and when he finally relaxed she reached her hand and caressed his ass which tensed.
"Can't wait to try it." She said and went happily to sleep while Roarke stayed awake a little longer and could do nothing but stare in horror at the bottle of lube.
That last bit after Eve woke up!
I loved it. I love how you have Rich finally attoning and genuienly sorry for what he did to Eve. You are such a talented writer and I can't wait to read more!!!!!!!!
WIll we see Roarke dreaming of his mother like Eve did with her father? I hope so.