[chapter six]
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This story is gonna be darker, and deal with serious, sometimes disturbing
issues. Just so everyone knows. Okay? Okay.
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~Faye's POV~
I really need to get back home.
If Matt is already back from the track and I'm not there soon after him, he'll kill me.
But the quiet of the park, the peace…I just needed to be alone.
The tears continue to roll down my cheeks, my occasional gasping sob breaking the stillness around me.
I don't even hear the footsteps behind me, lost as I am in my own reverie.
My scream echoes in the darkness as a man sits down next to me. I look over quickly to see Jimmie looking back at me, concern etched in his eyes in the dim light around us.
"Sorry I scared you." He whispers.
I can't answer as my eyes well up with tears at the look on his face.
It's too late.
I can't hide it.
"But it looks like that's the least of your worries tonight." He says gently, touching his own right eye as he stares at mine.
The right eye that is sporting a particularly nasty black eye at the moment.
Matt should have been a boxer. He's got a helluva hook.
I nod my head slightly and turn away to look out into the night, unable to meet his eyes anymore.
The silence envelops us, my breathing slowing until it matches Jimmie's calm, even breaths.
After a short time, the tears subside.
I feel like I can finally breathe again.
I say a silent prayer that he's not compelled to talk.
It's like he read my mind.
I just need…peace.
Quiet.
Silence.
Solitude.
But having him here…it's a comfort. Just being here.
But if Matt knew…if he found out…
But I can't seem to get up and go.
I look over as Jimmie shifts, digging into his pocket. I see him extract a small pencil and a scrap of paper and scribble something on it.
Slowly, he turns towards me and presses the paper into my hands. His fingers skate over the left side of my face tenderly before he stands and with a small nod, walks back into the night.
I sigh as I hear his car start and slowly disappear into the night.
I look down at the paper and feel the tears begin again.
Jimmie 555 3120
Call me anytime
I'm here if you need me
Thank goodness I memorized his
number, since my tears just blurred the tiny scrap of paper in my hands.