[chapter seven]
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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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~Jimmie's POV~
I can't believe it.
I can't fucking believe it.
He hit her.
He fucking hit her.
How could I have not seen this before??
How could I be so naïve??
Carpal tunnel. A door. I bruise easily.
I'm so fucking stupid.
I'm about to put my fist through a door myself when the phone rings.
"This is Jimmie." I say, diving for the phone and picking up on the second ring.
"Jimmie? It's…it's Faye."
Her voice sounds so tiny, so far away.
"Faye? Are you okay? Where are you?" I fire at her before biting my tongue harshly.
"I'm sorry…I'm home and Matt is asleep. I don't want to wake him. I just…I just wanted to say thanks. I…I don't…I really don't know what to say."
"Faye?"
"Yeah?"
"Faye…I…it's none of my business but…" I trail off as she interrupts me.
"Matt is working late tomorrow on the new chassis setup. I'd really…do you think we could get together? Just for a coffee or something? I need…I really think I need to talk to someone. Is that…would that be okay?"
That would be more than okay.
That sounds like the best idea I've heard of all day.
Because every minute she spends away from that asshole is one less bruise on her skin.
"That would be great. Why don't…well, what would be best? Should I pick you up?"
"No!" She blurts out loudly, and I can practically hear her cowering, hoping she didn't disturb Matt. "Um, can I meet you at your place? Would that be…is that okay?"
That would be perfect. She'll be safe here.
I hope.
"Sounds wonderful. Stop by around 6. I should be home by then. Okay? Faye? Okay?" I ask, hoping she'll say yes.
Hoping I can keep her safe.
"Okay." She whispers. "I have to go. I'm sorry. Thank you, Jimmie. I'll…I'll see you tomorrow. If I'm not there, please don't call looking for me, okay? Thanks…bye…"
The phone goes dead in my ear and I resist the urge to scream in frustration.
God, how could I have been so fucking stupid?