STORY 2 - LOVE'S INTERVENTION
Story2 / Scene1: Sunday Morning
Charles woke to the sound of keys rattling in the door. He sat straight up in bed and ran to the door. He yanked it open to find his mom standing with her keys in her hand. "Oh my god!...Mom?" he gasped. He was so excited to see her. He hadn't seen her since him and Cassie's engagement party. "I'm so glad your home." he said. He picked her up and twirled her around.
"Hi baby!" his mom smiled. "Put me down. Let me look at you." She tugged at his pajamas and fluffed his hair, examining him. "Have you lost weight? What have you been eating? You're losing weight." she accused.
Charles laughed and kissed her on the cheek, knocking her hand away from his hair. "Mom, I haven't lost weight. I'm fine. I'm just excited to see you. I forgot you were coming home."
Marla chuckled. "I missed you to baby."
"How long are you here for?" Charles asked, hoping for an extended stay. It felt like ages since he and his mom had spent any quality time together.
She disappointed him. "I have to leave in the morning."
Charles frowned. Great, he only had one day to spend with her.
She hugged him. "I'm sorry baby. I know it's not enough time but I have some great news." she rubbed her hands together, excited.
"What?" Charles asked, still upset about her short visit.
She grabbed his hand. "Come on, sit down." she laughed. They sat down on the sofa together.
"Guess what?" she grinned.
Charles was impatient. "Mom, can you please just tell me? Don't make me guess."
"Okay, okay,...I'll give you a hint. What's the one profession I've always wanted to do but never had a chance?"
Charles thought back, his eyes gleaming when he realized what it was? "A flight attendant?" he guessed correctly.
"Yes!, It's finally happening baby. That's the reason I can't stay longer. I have to start my training." She hugged him tightly around the neck, almost choking him with excitement.
Charles coughed. "Mom...Mom, please. Not so tight." he laughed.
"So..., Marla urged, what do you think? Are you excited? I thought you'd be pleased." She searched his face for a smile.
"I'm thrilled mom." He plastered a huge smile to his face. He didn't want to steal her glory he just wondered how they could afford the training. "It's wonderful news but where are you getting the money for all this? You're not involved with some new guy are you?" He really hoped his mom hadn't hooked up with some loser.
"Watch you tongue young man. I'm still you mother." she said, angry that he would even suggest such a thing. "If you must know, your dad is giving me the money."
Charles was speechless. "Really?, why is he being so generous all of a sudden?" He didn't want to seem like a skeptic but his dad's generosity was a bit unexpected.
"Charles your dad realizes that he missed out on some important moments in your life and he knows I couldn't give you some of the things you needed. He knows that by helping me, he's helping you. This new job is going to bring some much needed changes for us. More money, good insurance coverage in case you get sick, paid vacations and free airfare for my immediate family. That's a nice bonus don't you think?" Charles looked pleased and she could tell he was excited. All I have to do is take a six week training course to get flight attendant certified by the FAA. I can't believe it's finally happening." she said.
"So, this means you'll be home more often right?" he asked. He missed his mom. He didn't talk about her a lot but he really missed her sometimes.
"Of course it does." Marla smiled. "I'll be flying international and domestic flights so I won't be home every night but I'll be around more often. We can have a normal family. Finally, no more bars and casinos."
Charles held her tight. He couldn't believe his luck. He'd actually get to see his mom on a semi-permanent basis. He'd have to thank his dad. This was great.
"Come on, get dressed. I have to leave in the morning and I want to spend the whole day with you. We've got a lot to celebrate." she said. "I love you baby."
Story2 / Scene2: Monday Morning
Eddie stood in the bedroom, dressing for work. What a pleasure it was waking up to a great Monday morning. He'd never been so happy to see Monday morning in all his life. At least he could depend and look forward to Monday's usual routine with Jenn's breakfast, the kids rushing to school and most of all waking up beside Jenn in bed this morning. It felt good sleeping in his bed last night. He thought about this past weekend, him and Jenn arguing and having to sleep on the couch and he grimaced. Jenn was talking to him but he could tell she was still upset. Their conversations were measured at best. He glanced at her standing in the mirror, her back turned combing her hair. He held her eyes with the reflection in the mirror.
Jenn smiled to herself, noticing Eddie stealing glances her way when he thought she wasn't looking. This past weekend had been unpleasant to say the least. It had been a long time since Eddie slept on the couch and now she felt horrible for kicking him out of his nice warm bed. She knew he had the best intentions regarding her friendship with Dana but it was his demanding ultimatum that had pushed her over the edge. She turned with her back against the dresser, toying with the comb in her hand.
"Eddie, can we talk about what happened this weekend please?"
Eddie paused while buttoning his shirt. He studied her for a brief second and walked over to the other side of the bed. He sat and pulled Jenn in between his outstretched legs, holding on to her waist. He looked up into her eyes, "Jenn, we've been married for a long time now. Long enough that I've grown accustomed to having you all to myself. The kids and I haven't shared you with anyone in a long time. You've been a wife and a mother to this family for so long, I guess it's hard for me to share you with anyone. Dana is Nate's mother and I respect and care about her as a person but you two have a history. You lead two very different lives and I just want you to be careful. Truth be told, I guess I was a little jealous.
Jenn rubbed his shoulders as he talked. She held her head back and laughed. She cupped his cheek and kissed him. "Jealous?..."She smiled and pursed her lips. "My big strong, stubborn, mule headed husband is jealous?" she questioned amusingly.
Eddie squeezed her waist and laughed along with her. It did sound pretty ridiculous. "Hey...I'll accept stubborn but I don't know about mule headed?" he laughed.
Jenn wrapped her arms around his neck, so relieved this crazy argument was finally over. How had she let such a simple misunderstanding turn into such an ordeal? Eddie Sutton was jealous. She couldn't believe it. "You're going to make me blush like a school girl Eddie." she admitted. "You have nothing to be jealous of. I'm still your wife, still a mother, both of which I enjoy very much and are my top priorities. I just wanted a little space, a little breathing room. Our family life and routines will not suffer with me having a little fun. I promise. She kissed him on the temple.
Eddie tightened his hold on her waist and fell back on the bed with her. "If I'd know you were after a little rest and relaxation we could have used some of the money for a romantic vacation." he muttered, burying his face against her neck, kissing her. Just the two of us, alone, room service, champagne." he went on and on.
"Eddie!!.....enough, I get the idea, Jenn laughed, but we'll have to find another way to unwind. Sid giving us that money was a blessing and I want to save it for Cassie's college expenses next year." she reminded him.
"I know but we did promise the kids we would do some fun stuff with the money." he responded. "Cassie is dying for a car and Tay has been asking for new music equipment. Lizzie wants a new wardrobe."
"I know, Jenn agreed, and I want to do some things for the kids but let's talk about this at dinner tonight. I've got to go." she replied.
Eddie massaged her back, nibbled on her ear.
"Ouch!" Jenn yelled playfully, pinching him on his arm. "That hurt."
"That's a love bite. Just staking my territory now that you're out on the town with your new friends." he growled against her neck.
Jenn reached behind her, unwrapping Eddies arms from her waist. "Eddie!, she smiled, we're going to be late for work if you don't behave yourself." She pulled away from him to finish her hair.
Eddie sat up. "Please remember what I said about Dana."
Jenn nodded her head. "I promise I'll be careful."
"Can you promise me one more thing?" Eddie asked.
"Of course." Jenn said.
"Promise me you won't make me sleep on that sofa again. My back is still killing me." he complained.
Jenn laughed in the mirror. "You'd better hurry up. You're going to be late...again." she smiled.
Story2 / Scene3
Lizzie walked hand in hand with Andrew to school. She'd gotten up extra early and waited patiently on the steps for him this morning, unsure if they were walking to school together. Ever since the argument about his mom Andrew had been different, distant and quiet. Sure, he spoke to her but she had to drag each and every word out of him to just to hold a conversation.
She squeezed his hand and smiled at him reassuringly. "Hey....why are you walking so fast? We have plenty of time." she said.
He turned to look at her, slowing his pace immediately. "Sorry, I didn't realize I was."
Lizzie turned and stepped in his path, blocking him. "So...did you figure something out yet?" she asked hesitantly.
Andrew glanced at her with a curious look on his face. "About what...what are you talking about?
"Your mom." Lizzie blurted. "Last time we talked you promised you would figure something out. "Has anything changed? Is she better?"
Andrew silently grabbed her hand and kept walking. He would explain as they walked. It was obvious Lizzie wasn't going to let the situation rest. Once she got an idea in her head there was no stopping her. She was determined to be involved, determined to help and he was more than ready to accept. He couldn't do it by himself. He'd tried and he'd failed.
"Nothing's changed. To be honest, I think she's getting worse. I woke up last night and she was gone. I finally found her wandering around outside the apartment complex. I have no idea how long she was out there before I found her. I'm worried about what she'll do when I'm not there. When I'm in school or at the club. She was sober when I left this morning and she promised me she wouldn't drink today but I'm having a hard time believing her. I don't know what to do anymore." he admitted, his eyes glossy.
Lizzie didn't know whether they were tears or just plain frustration in his eyes. "I talked to my mom." she said, pulling her book bag from her back.
Andrew stared at her. "Did you tell her my mom was a drunk?" he sneered. He didn't want to take his frustrations out on Lizzie but he was angry. He was angry at his mom for letting this happen and he was upset with himself for not being able to make it right. Unfortunately, he lashed out at the closest person, Lizzie. She was only trying to help. She stared at him, her feelings obviously hurt.
"I'm sorry Lizzie." he apologized. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm just frustrated. I need help."
Lizzie smile. Andrew was finally accepting her help. She was so relieved. She didn't know much about alcoholism but she knew it could be treated.
"It's okay, I understand." she replied. "I didn't call your mom a drunk. She's an alcoholic Andrew." she explained. She handed him the self help material Jenn had given her, stacks of alcohol addiction pamphlets and brochures.
Andrew shuffled through the information, his expression bleak. He drew Lizzie close, hugging her. He kissed her on the forehead.
"Will you please forgive me for being such an idiot these last few weeks. I'm sorry I've been so mean lately." he apologized.
Lizzie kissed him on the cheek. "Apology accepted." she responded, smiling ear to ear. "There are all kinds of information on alcohol intervention, local treatment programs and care centers in the area." She took one of the pamphlets from Andrew's hands, turning it over to show him the contact information.
"Every things listed here on the back." She read some of the contact information out loud, excited and unable to hide the happiness in her voice, talking a mile a minute. "You can email them or if you want to speak with someone directly you can call. They even list the address. It says here that every thing is private and confidential so no one will know your mother called." she said.
Andrew closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm not sure I'll be able to get her to look at these. My mom barely speaks to me anymore. How am I going to get her to enter a treatment program?" he scowled. Lizzie made it sound so easy but he knew it wasn't that simple.
"I could ask my mom to be there with you." Lizzie offered. "She's a nurse and she's seen this before. She could help you explain how the program works and tell your mom what to expect. You can trust her and she'll keep everything private. I promise." Lizzie offered.
Andrew thought about it and agreed. He gave up. Lizzie was determined to make this work. He smiled and shook his head. "Okay." he smiled. "Let's get to school."
Story2 / Scene4
Tay sat in math class bored to tears, glancing at the clock on the wall. All of his classmates were busy finishing their test, while he'd only managed to complete twelve of twenty five problems. All of which he was sure were probably incorrect. He groaned and sank downward in his seat, throwing his pencil to his desk. Just what did a talented musician need with math anyway? This was useless to him. He didn't need math to make music. School just wasn't on his list of priorities right now. He had a few new tracks to lay, some new samples to check out. He put his head down, covering it with his jacket. He might as well get some sleep until the bell rung. It made no sense daydreaming over a test he didn't have the answers to.
"Taylor?" he heard Mr. Edwards call quietly.
He looked up. "Yes sir." he answered, noticing Mr. Edwards disapproving stare.
"I'd like a word with you please." Mr. Edwards stated.
Tay got up slowly, reluctant to move. He knew this was about his failing grades and today's test score wouldn't help. He approached Mr. Edwards with a grim expression.
Mr. Edwards held his hand up, stopping him. "Bring your test with you please." he added.
Tay turned, grabbing his test from the desk. Mr. Edwards stood holding the door open wanting a private conversation. He closed the door and leaned against the door jamb with his legs crossed. "Taylor, I'm going to venture a guess and say you didn't finish your test and most of what you completed is probably wrong. Am I right?" he questioned skeptically.
Tay shuffled his feet, moving from side to side. "Yes sir." he admitted.
Mr. Edwards asked for his test, studying it carefully. He eyed Tay with a disturbing look. "Well, you answered five problems out of twelve correctly, which means you've failed yet another test." He blew out a harsh breath. "Help me out here Taylor. You've always been great at math. You started this class with straight A's. Now I can't even hold your attention in class. What's got you so distracted? Is it a girl?" he smiled.
Tay stepped back in surprise. "What!....I mean no. This has nothing to do with a girl Mr. Edwards." he explained. "I'm an artist, a musician. I'm not going to need math to write and produce music. Music is my future." he smiled enthusiastically.
Mr. Edwards folded his arms. "Taylor, I know you love your music and I've heard you're very talented but I really want you to concentrate on your studies. You're failing my class." he said sadly. "Everything we do involves academics, education. It's the backbone of everything we do. It's called brain power and without it you will struggle, even as a musician.
The bell rang signaling the end of class.
Tay reached for the classroom door. "Can I go now? Is that it?"Tay asked anxiously, hardly acknowledging Mr. Edwards advice and concern. All this talk of education and school was giving him a headache. He knew he was talented. Why couldn't everyone else understand his passion for music?"
Mr. Edwards nodded. "One more thing before you go. Progress reports go out this week. I'll need it signed and returned to me." he stated flatly.
Great. Tay thought, his enthusiastic mood changing instantly. First he had to hear it from Mr. Edwards. Now he'd have to deal with with mom and dad. They already complained that he spent to much time in the attic practicing his music. He had to think of something, fast.
Story2 / Scene5
Cassie snuk up behind Charles at his locker. She covered his eyes with her hands. "Guess who?" she teased playfully.
Charles laughed and held his head back, pretending to not recognize her voice. "ah...let's see...Sage???" he chuckled.
"No silly!" Cassie laughed, punching him in the back.
Charles turned and kissed her on the mouth. "I'm kidding. I couldn't resist."
Cassie poked him in the stomach. "You're so silly."
He grabbed her hand. "Come on. I'll walk you to your locker. I've got some good news."
"No, it's okay. I've got a meeting in the art room. The cultural arts festival is next month and the arts council still doesn't have all of it's funding. We're organizing a bake sale to get the extra cash we need. We don't want to cancel the festival." she stated. "What's the good news?" she asked, noticing the huge smile on his face.
"My mom's getting a new job, a flight attendant, of all things. Can you believe it?"
Cassie squeezed his hand. "That's wonderful Charles. So, this means she'll be home more often right?" she assumed.
"Yes!" Charles confessed, so happy to share the good news with someone. "I'll see her a few times a month instead of the usual once or twice every few months. I'm so excited."
Cassie hugged him. "I'm so happy for you. I know you really miss your mom sometimes, even though you don't say it."
"I do, Charles admitted, but I figured there was no sense complaining about something I couldn't change."
Cassie kissed him. "How long is she in town for?"
"She left this morning. She has to start training." Charles replied.
Cassie smiled. "Well, if you talk to her tell her I said hello and congratulations. I'm happy for her."
"I will." Charles promised. "I'll talk to you later babe." he kissed her goodbye.
"Charles wait, I almost forgot." she stopped him. "I need your help with the bake sale." she replied.
Charles looked at her, his eyes widening with realization. "No way Cassie! You're not getting an apron on me. I am not baking cookies."
"Cupcakes." Cassie corrected.
"Whatever!" Charles replied, frowning.
Cassie bust out laughing. "Don't worry silly. Claire has already volunteered to help me bake but I need you to help me pass out these bake sale flyers." She pushed a huge stack of flyers into his hands.
"Oh...sure. That I can do." he said, leaning in to kiss her. "Bye babe."
Story2 / Scene6
Eddie sat in a squad meeting. Sergeant Myers had called a special meeting. He stood at the podium, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. He wanted all his officers to be vigilant and steady. Gang violence and residential robberies were up. One of his officers was under investigation by Internal Affairs for some shady personal dealings and he was in a nasty mood. He wanted increased patrolling and every single suspicious sighting investigated. "This week is zero tolerance people. I want reports on all incidents, no matter how small. I expect everything from trivial busted tail light violations to major drug bust. Don't disappoint me." he said harshly. "Crime is up. We've got four major hot spots that concern me and I want them taken care of. The chief and the commissioner are all over my ass so I'm going to be a tight thorn in your sides until we clean this mess up. Be prepared to put in a lot of late hours. Make it happen people." he spat angrily.
Eddie turned in his seat to catch Watkins staring at him from across the room. He couldn't figure this guy out for the life of him and he was done trying. As far as he was concerned, Watkins was just a passing co-worker. He was done with the attempted small talk and chit chat. Who knew what made Watkins tick. As partners, the only things they were required to do on a personal level was watch each other's backs, keep each other safe and safeguard the community. They'd never be friends.
Eddie stood up, headed for the door, ready to start his patrol for the day. Sergeant Myers stopped him.
"Eddie, I need to see you."
Eddie turned to Watkins. "Give me a minute. I'll be right out." he said.
"I understand Nate is done with his therapy. I want him back on the squad. We need all the help we can get. He'll have to adjust to desk duty for a while but it's a start." Sergeant Myer said.
"I'll let him know." Eddie grinned. "I'm sure he'll be happy to get back to work."
"Great." Myer's concluded. "Listen, I want you and Watkins patrolling the east side." he said, pointing at Watkins. "That's a hot spot."
"We're on it." Eddie confirmed.
Watkins stood still, stalling at the door, curious about the conversation. What did Sergeant Myers want with Eddie and why were they staring and pointing at him as they talked. Sergeant Myers seemed like a fair enough guy but he wasn't exactly comfortable with him. Myers was one of a few people here on the force with access to his personal police file. That file was the key to his entire career, his whole existence as an officer of the law. It held proof of the biggest mistake he'd made in his career. He'd broken the policemen code of silence.
As a cop, the code rules were simple regarding a fellow officer, a brother. You protected your brother at all costs and if a situation ever arose involving your brother, you did the following: 1.Answer only the question asked 2. Don't give details 3.Deny all accusations 4.Say "I don't remember, I didn't see that or I don't know." You never crossed the blue wall of silence. The code had to be withheld at all costs. In his mind, the code protected crooked cops who abused their authority. A good cop never hid behind a code. Unfortunately, his old partner Kevin Brown had been on the wrong side of the law. He was crooked cop. They'd come to blows many times over the years, the last being the worst. Officer Brown had been stealing seized drug money from drug raids. He'd confronted and reported him. Heated words were exchanged and horrible things had happened, things he didn't talk about and wanted to forget. He would never forget the look on Brown's face, the look in his eyes as he'd struggled for his last breath, coughing up blood. He still had nightmares about that night. It had all happened so fast. It wasn't a long drawn out process like he'd seen in the movies. Real death was different. Brown hadn't said any dramatic last words, he hadn't suffered. He'd simply struggled for life in those last few moments. It was quick and over within seconds.
After Brown's death he'd been ostracized, his cars and homes broken into. His family had been harassed by other officers, leaving him no choice but to pick up and relocate. In short, he had been run out of town. He carried the stigma of a disloyal cop and he would never be able to live it down. He'd heard of an opening on the force here in The Heights and immediately transferred.
This was suppose to be a fresh start, closure from the past. He hoped for a better life here. These were new people, fresh faces and a different surrounding but if information from his past got out, he'd be forced to leave. He liked it here but he couldn't afford to get close to anyone, he couldn't make friends. Friends asked too many questions. He adopted his cop with a bad attitude mentality to ward people off and it was working. His partner Eddie thought he was the biggest asshole he'd ever met.
"What was that about? What did Sergeant Myers want?" he questioned Eddie as they walked to their patrol car.
Eddie jumped in the car and started the engine, waiting for Watkins to buckle up. "Sergeant Myers wants us out on the east side today. They're noticing a lot of trouble in that area."
Watkins shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Are you sure that's all? he asked.
Eddie looked at him with hard, wary eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure. Is there a problem?"
Watkins slid his sun shades on. "No...no problem. No problem at all."
Eddie wheeled the car onto the streets, headed for the east side.
Story2 / Scene7
Charles and Cassie walked to his car after school, laughing and holding hands. Cassie gasped out loud and stopped suddenly in her tracks, staring at the parking lot.
"Hey...what's wrong?" Charles asked, following her gaze.
Cassie pointed to the parking lot. Dean leaned against his car with his arms folded and legs crossed, waiting for them. This was a never ending nightmare replaying in her head and it was ridiculous. Dean just wouldn't go away.
Charles caught sight of him and swore under his breath. This guy wouldn't quit. He handed Cassie the car keys. "Wait for me at the car okay." he said, soothing her, rubbing her back. His protective impulses kicked in. He wanted her to wait in the car. There was no reason for her to get involved in this again.
"Charles come with me. Just ignore him." Cassie insisted, afraid of what might happen.
"It's okay Cassie. I'm just going to go talk to him. It'll be okay. Go on." He kissed her temple and urged her forward with his hand on the small of her back.
"But what if you start fighting?" she questioned with concern, her voice shaky with nervousness.
"We won't." he assured her. This won't take long. Go on." he urged.
Cassie walked away reluctantly, hoping things wouldn't escalate.
Charles approached Dean. He didn't know what this was about but he wasn't in the mood for excuses or apologies. He stood there before Dean, his body rigid with anger. He thought he'd spoken his peace at the party but obviously Dean felt differently.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he spat. "I thought I told you to stay away from Cassie."
Dean held both hands up. "I'm not here for Cassie. I just wanted to let you know I'm leaving tonight. I wanted to apologize. he said.
Charles's shoulders lifted and fell. He couldn't believe Dean had the audacity to show his face after the stunt he had pulled. "What do you want from me Dean?" he yelled. "I don't want to hear your excuses or your fake ass explanations and I think we both know what you can do with that apology." he snarled through clenched teeth.
"Chuck...listen I.."
"Save it." Charles interrupted. "What was this?...Was this some kind of twisted diversion for you? You figured you would come into town and find a plaything to occupy your time for a few weeks? Is that it? Am I right?." Charles shook his head and passed a hand over his face, trying to make sense of it all. "The only reason your interested in Cassie is because she's with me, you sick bastard." he growled.
Dean eyed him silently. He got into his car and leaned out the window. He had to get going. It was time to go back to Seattle. "Can you please tell Cassie I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt her."
"Go to hell!" Charles roared. He turned on his heels and walked away. He had to get Cassie home.
Charles got into the drivers seat and buckled his seat belt. He didn't say anything about Dean. He just started the car and began driving.
Cassie leaned forward, looking into his blank face, trying to get his attention. He was too quiet. Something awful must have happened. "Charles what happened? Are you okay?" she mouthed. He wasn't volunteering any information.
Charles drove with one hand, and smoothed her hair with the other. He glanced at her quickly while keeping his eyes on the road. "I'm fine. Don't worry he's gone."
He was so quiet, his face too calm. He'd just lost a long time friend and he was going along as if nothing had happened. Cassie felt horrible. Part of this was her fault.
"I'm sorry Charles." she sighed.
"For what?" Charles replied without looking at her, staring straight ahead at the road.
"You lost your friend." she said sadly.
"Don't worry about it Cassie. Some friendships weren't meant to last. Besides, Dean brought this on himself. You had nothing to do with it. I was left with a choice, you or him. The answer goes without saying. I'll choose you every time." he smiled.
Story2 / Scene8
Eddie and Jenn stood talking in the kitchen before dinner. They planned on talking with the kids tonight about possibly spending some of their savings. Everyone had been through a lot with the earth quake and the fire. They all deserved a little fun.
Lizzie and Tay set the table for dinner.
"Mom and Dad are up to something." Tay said.
"What do you mean?" Lizzie asked. She hadn't noticed anything strange.
"They've had their heads together all evening, whispering. The school didn't call did they?" he asked nervously.
Lizzie frowned. "I don't think so. Why do you ask Tay?" she questioned curiously. She eyed the kitchen warily, making sure she wouldn't be overheard, "You're not skipping school are you?" she whispered.
"Of course not." Tay confirmed. At least he didn't have to lie about it. He wasn't skipping school. He just had to find a way to cover up his failing grades. Progress reports had to be signed by a parent or guardian. He wasn't worried, he could find someone to forge a signature. He couldn't let his parents see his report. He would be grounded for life and his music equipment would be taken away.
Jenn called upstairs for Cassie. Dinner was ready. "Cassie! she yelled, it's dinner time. Come down please."
Cassie and Lizzie bombarded Jenn with questions during dinner. Jenn loved her children but sometimes they drove her crazy. This was exactly why she needed her weekend down time. She had to play super mom during the weekdays and couldn't get a moments peace.
"Mom I need some money for ingredients for the art club's bake sale. Oh,...and Claire and I need to borrow your kitchen tomorrow." Cassie smiled.
"Mom can I go over to Nate Ray's after school tomorrow? I promise I'll be home in time for dinner." Tay asked.
"Sure, as long as Nate says it's okay." Jenn answered.
"Andrew told me to thank you mom. I gave him the information you sent." Lizzie said.
Jenn smiled. "Glad I could help. I hope everything works out okay. If Andrew has any questions, or if he and his mom want to talk I'm available."
Lizzie toyed with her fork, barely eating. "Actually, I kind of promised him I'd ask you to come by and explain how the process works. I was thinking maybe after school tomorrow?" Lizzie questioned hesitantly, hoping Jenn would agree.
Eddie sat staring from Jenn to Lizzie. All this talk of Andrew and his mom made him curious. "ah...excuse me but do you two want to include me in this little conversation?" he asked.
Neither Jenn nor Lizzie responded. Eddie dropped his fork and sat back in his chair. "Well...what's going on? What is this about?" he muttered. Lizzie was his daughter and he knew she needed her privacy but she was still his little girl. He wanted to know what was troubling her. "Does this have anything to do with the private conversation you had with your mother the other night?"
"Yes." Lizzie replied softly. "Andrew's mom has a drinking problem and I asked mom for help." she confessed.
The whole table went quiet. Lizzie glanced around the table. Tay and Cassie gawked at her, speechless. "Why is everyone looking at me like I'm some kind of freak?" she yelled.
Jenn reached across the table, grabbing her hand. "Lizzie, it's okay baby. Calm down." Jenn spoke to everyone at the table. "Everything we've talked about tonight is to remain private and confidential. Do I make myself clear?" she stated.
"Yes mam." Cassie replied. "I'm sorry Lizzie. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." she apologized.
"Tay...?, Jenn repeated, Do I have your word?"
"Yeah, who would I tell?" he replied.
"Eddie...?" Jenn questioned.
Eddie took a drink of water. "Jenn, I think Lizzie's a little to young to be involved in this. They have professional help for people like that."
Lizzie was so upset. "Dad, what do you mean people like that? You make her sound like some kind of animal. I thought of all people you'd understand. Grandpa had a drinking and a gambling problem didn't he?" Lizzie spat.
"We are not talking about your Grandpa Sutton. That's different. He's a member of this family." Eddie argued.
"Andrew's my boyfriend dad. Of course I want to help him." Lizzie rounded.
"Your boyfriend?..." Eddie asked, changing the subject. "I thought you two were friends." he said harshly.
Lizzie held her hands up, confused. "Dad, I've been walking to school with Andrew for months now. He's here on the weekends all the time. I thought it was pretty obvious." she stated.
Cassie didn't want to hear anymore arguing. The whole situation with Charles and Dean had given her a headache. She'd heard enough. "Mom, can I be excused?" she interrupted.
"In a minute Cassie. Your father and I want to share something with you all. Eddie, let's just calm down and change the subject please. Let's talk about what we're going to do with the money."
Eddie pushed his chair back, threw his napkin down. "I don't want to talk about it." he stormed upstairs.
Jenn threw her head back, sighing in frustration. So much for a nice dinner. She guessed their plans for surprising the kids was out.
Story2 / Scene9
Jenn got to work bright and early the next morning. She was relieved that breakfast had went surprisingly smooth this morning after the last night's dinner fiasco. Good thing she'd come in early, they were extremely busy. The majority of the visits were from people needing flu shots or those who had already succumbed to the virus, looking for relief.
She walked around the clinic searching for Dana. It was almost ten o'clock and there was no sign of her. She was two hours late. She also hadn't turned down all of her rooms yesterday so patients had to wait for examination rooms to be prepped. Dana had been working at the clinic for months now and her work ethic, her performance had been perfect until recently. In the past week she'd been late twice, today making the third time. She'd been coming in late from lunch breaks and constantly talking on her cell phone during business hours.
"Good morning people." Dana said, strolling in nonchalantly two hours late.
Jenn followed her into the break room. She thought surely Dana would have a good excuse for being so late.
"Hey, is everything okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, everything's great." Dana smiled, oblivious to the fact that she was abusing company policies.
"Are you sure everything's okay?" Jenn repeated. She wanted to give Dana every opportunity to explain herself.
Dana made herself comfortable. She sat with a cup of coffee and a bagel. "I'm fine Jenn. Really. I'm going to grab a quick bite then I'll start making my rounds okay?"
Jenn stared at her in disbelief. First, Dana had come waltzing in two hours late. Now she sat taking a coffee break. Jenn didn't want to come off as rude or insulting but she felt the need to say something. "Look... Dana, I don't mean to pull you away from your breakfast but we are extremely backed up this morning. Some of the patients have been waiting for more than an hour. I really need you up front and we have to get the rooms prepped." There. She'd said it and it hadn't come out to harsh.
Dana stood up, drinking her coffee. "Okay, just let me finish my coffee okay. I'll be right there."
Jenn wanted to scream. "Oookay." she said with her eyebrows raised. Had she missed something or was Dana being blatantly unconcerned, indifferent. She left to attend her patients.
Story2 / Scene10
Cassie and Claire stood at her locker talking after class.
"You're still coming over after school right?" Cassie asked.
"Yeah, but you'll have to start without me though. I'll be a little late. I've got a science lab to make up but I'll come over as soon as I get done.
"Okay, I really appreciate this Claire. I can use all the help I can get. I have to make four dozen cupcakes. Hopefully I can sweet talk Charles into coming over and helping us. I mentioned the words bake sale yesterday and he had a fit about wearing an apron." Cassie joked.
Claire bust out laughing. She could picture Charles wearing a floral apron in her head. "Speaking of Charles, I'm sorry about what happened at the party. Dean is real jerk. I can't believe I was attracted to him."
Cassie nodded her head in agreement. Yes, Dean was a jerk. "Thanks, but it's okay. He's gone now. Charles and I can get back to our normal lives. By the way, what did you think of David?" Cassie smiled.
Claire blushed. "Oh my goodness!, he's adorable. He's gorgeous. He was the perfect gentleman at the party and he doesn't have to stare at my chest to talk to me. He's nice and tall." she teased.
"That's great Claire." Cassie smiled. "Are you going to see him again, go out on a date? Maybe you, David and Charles and I can get together and double date sometimes."
"That sounds wonderful but let's wait and see if he ask me out first." Claire said.
"Speaking of David, here he comes." Cassie nodded towards the end of the hallway. Charles and David walked together talking.
"Oh my God!" Claire exclaimed, turning her back to check her clothes, digging in her purse for a mirror. "How do I look? Do I look okay? How's my hair?" she asked, nervous about seeing David again so soon.
Cassie laughed. "Will you please stop it. You look fine. Your hair is fine and will you please turn around so he can see your face. Don't tell Charles I told you this, but he said David really likes you."
Charles caught Cassie by the waist, kissing her on her temple. "Hey beautiful."
Cassie kissed his cheek. "Hey you." she said. "What are you doing after school? You want to hang out?" she asked innocently, trying to trap him into helping with the bake sale. He might as well come over and help instead of going home and sitting in front of the t.v. all evening.
Charles eyed her suspiciously. He knew what she was up to. "ah...I think David wants me to help him fix his car." he lied.
He turned to David, "Right David?...Right?...Remember I promised I'd help you." he persisted, silently begging David to go along with him.
David look at him, completely dumbfounded and too slow on the uptake. "What?...Man, what are you talking about. You fixed my car weeks ago. Remember? It's running great. I haven't had any problems."
Charles shook his head, laughing to himself. He dropped his head down and pinched the bridge of his nose. He turned to David, "Thanks man, thanks a lot."
David ignored him. He wanted to talk to Claire. "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked, taking her hand and pulling her aside.
Cassie eyed Charles with a one-sided grin. "Nice try Charles. It won't kill you to help." She stepped close against him, grabbed his ears and pulled his head down to hers. She rained soft kisses all over his face each time he protested. She gave him a kiss for every excuse he came up with. He tightened his hold on her waist and she smiled. She was slowly wearing him down.
Charles caught her chin and held her face. "Don't bat those eyelashes at me Cassie." he chuckled. "You're not going to convin..."
Cassie cut him off with an open mouthed kiss to his neck. He bit back a groan through clenched teeth with his eyes closed. She was slowly torturing him.
He pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. "Alright..., I'll do it. But the next time we're alone, I'm going to pay you back for this. he smiled.
Cassie put her arms around his neck and held tight. She nodded to Claire and David. The two had found their own little private corner. David stood in front of Claire, holding her hands loosely in his. Claire had a huge smile on her face.
Charles turned and glanced back. "Wow, he smiled, looks like our matchmaking worked."
Story2 / Scene11
Drama class was interrupted. Mr. Saldano, the drama teacher handed Andrew a note from an office aide. He had an emergency phone call in the office.
Andrew bolted for the door, racing to the office. He knew this call was about his mom, he knew something was wrong. Lizzie rushed after him. Mr. Saldano called after her but she ignored him.
The secretary handed Andrew the phone. "Line two honey." she said.
Andrew grabbed the phone. "Hello!...yes!!...Oh my God!...When?...What happened?...Is she hurt bad?...What hospital did they take her to? Okay, I'm on my way." he screamed into the phone.
Andrew slammed the phone down and dragged both hands through his hair. He looked around frantically.
Lizzie grabbed his arms, turning him to face her. "Andrew what happened? What is it? Is your mom okay?"
He yanked his arms away from her. "No! Lizzie. She's not okay." he sobbed. He couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Okay, Lizzie pleaded, just tell me what happened." Seeing him this way made her want to cry.
"I don't know Lizzie! She was hit by a car. That's all I know. I don't know where she was going, what she was doing. I just don't know. I don't know how badly she's hurt. I need to get to the hospital." he ran for the exit.
Lizzie chased after him. "I'm coming with you." she said.
Andrew shook his head, blocking the exit, refusing. "No, Lizzie. You can't just leave school."
Lizzie looked at him with disbelief, her eyes wide. "You're kidding me right?" she asked. "Get out of my way Andrew." She brushed pass him, jerking and holding the door open, waiting for him to pass through. She stared him down. "I'm coming with you." she said slowly and precisely, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "Just try and stop me."
Story2 / Scene12
Tay knocked on Nate's door repeatedly. He'd talked with Nate last night but maybe he had forgotten about him. He turned to walk away just as the door opened unexpectedly.
"Tay!, my man." Nate said. "Sorry about that. I was sitting outback on the patio and I didn't hear you. Come on in."
Tay looked around Nate's apartment. "Seriously Nate, your apartment is tight. I should hang out here more often."
"Hey, my doors always open to family. You've got an open invitation. Sit down, talk to me. What's my little brother been up to?" he asked. "How is your music coming along? You got any new material, any new tracks?"
"I've got tons of new material. I can't wait for you to hear them." Tay smiled.
"Alright, that's good Tay. Glad your still working on your music. You're very talented. It's nice to see a young man like yourself so dedicated."
"I wish you could tell dad that." Tay responded. "He thinks I'm too dedicated. He thinks I've got my priorities mixed up. He's always getting on me about the amount of time I spend on my music." Tay muttered.
"Well, he's your father Tay. He's just looking out for you. Making sure you stay grounded." Nate clarified. "How is school? You keeping up with your studies, keeping your head in the books?"
Tay grew quiet. "Not really."
Nate slid to the edge of the couch, facing Tay. "Not really." Nate repeated. "What are you saying Tay? I think you and I may need to have a man to man talk." he laughed." "You know you can't have your music without school. You got to stay focused. Make school your priority but save some time for music, save some time for fun. That way you get the best of both worlds."
"Actually, school is the reason I'm here." Tay confessed. "Progress reports went out today and I was hoping you could sign mine." He passed his report to Nate.
Nate stood up, pacing the floor, studying the report. Tay wasn't doing so hot. He was failing math and his science test scores weren't great either. "Tay, you know I can't sign this right? I know you don't want to but dad and Jenn need to see this."
"Why, so he can yell at me. Tell me that my school work is suffering because of my music? I can't tell dad Nate. He'll take away my music." Tay scowled.
"Maybe so, but it may be for the best, just until you get your grades back up. I can't sign this for you but I will talk to dad for you. I've got to go down to the precinct tomorrow, talk to the sergeant about getting my job back. I'll talk to him then. You okay with that?" Nate asked.
Tay shook his head. "I guess I'll have to be."
Story2 / Scene13
Jenn went straight to the hospital after work. Lizzie had called her at work about Mrs. Gonzalez's accident. She tapped lightly on the door.
Lizzie rushed to her. "Mom, you came." she said, relieved.
Jenn hugged her. "Of course I came, I told you I would."
Andrew walked over to them. "Hi Mrs. Sutton. Thanks for all your help. Thanks for coming."
Jenn smiled. "You're welcome. I was glad to help. How's she doing?" she asked, glancing at Andrew's sleeping mother.
Andrew shared the details. "Broken arm, couple of broken ribs and a lot of scratches and bruises but the doctor says she'll be okay. She just needs to be careful until her ribs heal."
"The doctor's right. She should be able to make a full recovery. She'll be a little sore for a while but things could have been a lot worse. Our priority right now is to get her healed, get her back healthy and ultimately get her into a treatment program for the alcohol abuse."
Mrs. Gonzalez was released from the hospital later that evening. Jenn volunteered to give her and Andrew a ride home. She wanted to help Andrew get his mom settled and she wanted to broach the subject of a treatment center to Mrs. Gonzalez. Andrew had done the right thing. He'd intervened when he saw the destructive path his mom was taking. It was always best for a family member or a loved one to initiate the intervention and he'd done that.
Jenn got Mrs. Gonzalez settled but waited until she was talking and alert to approach her on the subject. She sat on the edge of the bed and Lizzie and Andrew stood on the other side.
Jenn held out her hand. "I think it's time I formally introduced myself. I'm Jennifer, Lizzie's Mom. Jennifer Sutton.
Mrs. Gonzalez shook her hand but refused to look at her. "Lizzie's mom the nurse, right?" she asked, her voice thick with contempt. "Andrew told me about you." she admitted. She knew why Mrs. Sutton was here and she dreaded the pending conversation. How do you discuss your drinking problem with a complete stranger? Today's accident had brought things to light. Her addiction was staring her straight in the face. It was time she came to terms with her problem.
She stared at Andrew. Her son was suffering because she couldn't stop drinking. It sounded so pitiful and she was so embarrassed. What kind of mother leaves her son to fend and raise himself while she drinks herself into a drunken stupor? She'd promised him she would stay sober today and she'd really tried but she hadn't been able to hold out. She'd given up and walked around the corner to the nearest liquor store. She hadn't noticed the car until it was right up on her and by then it was too late. What would have happened to her son if she had been killed today? She had to do this for herself and for her son.
Mrs. Gonzalez tried to sit up. Jenn and Andrew helped her and put pillows behind her head. She took a deep breath and stared at Jenn with tears in her eyes. "If I do this, will I have to leave my son?" she whispered on a broken breath, her voice heavy with emotion.
Jenn held her hands. "Mrs. Gonzalez, I know your scared but I'm going to be perfectly honest with you. If you decide to enter the program, you will be away from Andrew but just for a short time."
Mrs. Gonzalez let out a short gasp and covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold back her tears. Andrew leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Mom, don't worry about me. I'll stay with Uncle Ron and Aunt Lynn while your gone. I just want you to get better. I don't want to live like this anymore. I can't."
She caught Andrew's hand and looked at Jenn. "How long will I be gone for? I don't want to leave my baby." she cried, wiping the tiers from her face.
"Ana don't worry." Jenn smiled. "You'll only be away for a month but it's a local treatment center so Andrew can visit you. It's a small price to pay to gain your life back. You've got a great son who loves you and cares about you. He needs you to get better. Why don't you let him stay with his uncle and I promise I'll check in on him from time to time. And Lizzie's here for him." she added, smiling at Lizzie.
"A month is a long time." Ana said. "What are they going to do? How are they going to help me? I'm so scared." she pleaded.
"You don't have anything to worry about Ana." Jenn explained. "These people are professionals and you'll be in good hands. It's a short three step process. They're going to educate you on the effects of alcohol and you'll go through a detoxification process to help purge and heal your body. There will be some withdrawal symptoms but I know you can do this. Their going to teach you to abstain from alcohol. They can't cure you but they can treat you and teach you to abstain. The choice is yours.
Mrs. Gonzalez laid silently for a few minutes, contemplating her decision. "Okay, I'm ready to do this. I know I can do this." she sobbed. Andrew laid his head on her chest and held her as she cried.
Jenn got up quietly, motioning for Lizzie. "I think we should go and give these two some privacy." she whispered. "They've got a lot to talk about." she smiled.
Story2 / Scene14 (This scene contains adult content. Reader discretion is advised.)
Charles stood in the kitchen with Cassie wondering how he had let her talk him into this. He didn't know anything about baking but he didn't want to disappoint her.
Cassie tied her apron on, then turned to him with one of the most hideous aprons he'd ever seen in his life. It was frilly with a huge yellow daffodil print scattered all over it.
Charles frowned and sighed heavily. "Cassie, I really want to help you but do I have to wear this apron?" he asked.
Cassie shot him a look, her eyes blazing. "Charles, it's just a piece of fabric. Never mind what it looks like. It's just something to protect your clothes. Just be quiet and put it on."
She stood on tiptoe and Charles leaned forward as she slipped the apron loop over his head. She wrapped her arms around his waist and tied the strings tight.
Charles looked down, inspecting himself. "I look like an idiot. Is this the only one you have." he grumbled.
Cassie wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his head down for a kiss. "You look adorable." she teased.
Charles couldn't help but smile. He gave her a quick kiss. "You're just saying that because you want my help." he laughed. "I'll wear this thing on one condition. Don't ever tell David I did this. I'll never hear the end of it."
"Okay I promise. Let's get started. We've got a lot to get done." Cassie said, impatient with his silly hang ups.
"Okay. Tell me what to do." he said. He looked at everything on the counter. There were tons of ingredients. This was definitely going to take a while. He shook his head and laughed. Why had he agreed to do this?
Cassie measured the ingredients and she let Charles mix the batter. She put cupcake liners in the cupcake tins.
"Okay, let's start filling them." she said. Things were moving along a lot faster than she thought they would.
Charles looked from her to the cupcake tins then back up at her again. "Seriously, you want me to fill each one of these individual cavities with batter?" he was so annoyed. "Why can't we just bake a real cake instead of fooling around with all these little mini cakes."
Cassie was furious. "Charles, remind me to never do a project with you again. They are not mini cakes! They're called cupcakes." she yelled.
"Okay, calm down. I'm sorry." he apologized. "I just don't see the logic behind it."
"Can you just stop talking and keep filling. Oh, and make sure you put the same amount of batter in each cup so all the cupcakes come out the same size." she explained. "Oh... one more thing, try not to get the batter all over the edges of the cupcake liners."
Charles closed his eyes and took a deep breath to compose himself. "Okay...so not only do I have to fill each on of these cavities, I have to make sure I measure out the batter with a measuring cup each time?" he asked sarcastically.
Cassie whirled on him. "Yes Charles!, ughh!."
"Okay...I'll do whatever you tell me to do." he said.
"Thank you." Cassie said. He was making this so much harder than it really was.
They worked quietly and quickly. It took a while, but they got everything baked within a couple of hours.
Cassie stirred the icing. "Okay Charles, I'll ice and you can put the sprinkles on." She glanced at his face. He looked completely thrilled to be there.
"How can so much work go into something so small?" he complained. He shook his head. "If David could see me now, icing cupcakes." he chuckled softly.
Cassie cocked her head to the side and sighed. "Charles, she said quietly, remind me to never speak to you again." she turned to walk away.
Charles caught her around her waist and pulled the spatula from her fingers. "Babe, come on, I'm teasing." he laughed. "I didn't mean it." he kissed her. "This is tedious, boring work. I'm just trying to lighten the mood."
Cassie crossed her arms in a defensive pose. "It's not funny Charles. You've done nothing but complain the whole time you've been here." she snapped.
He caught her chin in his hand and wiped a smudge of flour from her face with his thumb. "Baby, I'm kidding. You know that. I'm harmless." he said, flashing a heart stopping smile.
Cassie couldn't help but smile. She leaned her forehead against his. He was so silly, she couldn't stay mad at him.
Charles pressed her against the counter and kissed her on the mouth. "You taste like frosting...sweet." he smiled.
Cassie wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for helping me."
"You knew I would." Charles confessed. "You can convince me to do just about anything, even wear silly aprons." he teased, untying and pulling the apron over his head. He pulled her close and kissed her lips. "We have the house all to ourselves right?"
Cassie smiled bashfully. "mm-hmm. Mom's with Lizzie and Tay's visiting Nate."
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Story2 / Scene14 CONTINUE
Charles turned and leaned his back against the counter. He pushed his hands into the back pockets of her jeans, cupping her shape. He molded her body to his, pulling her against him.
"Perfect." he groaned. "You're a delicious handful." She fit his hands perfectly.
Cassie stood on tiptoe with her arms around his neck, leaning into his body. He was so warm.
Charles shifted, widened his stance and pulled her between his legs. He smoothed his hands down her sides. His mouth hovered over hers. He nipped and toyed with her lips.
Cassie clung to him and clutched his shirt for something to hold on to. Her nails bit into his arms. "Charles..." she cried helplessly.
Charles studied her face and chuckled wickedly. Her mouth was parted, her face flushed. She whimpered incoherently. He loved seeing her like this. She was beautiful.
"What...?" he whispered. "You want me...I can tell." he groaned against her ear.
Cassie closed here eyes, to embarrassed to say it but unable to deny it. She clung to him and wouldn't let go. She couldn't hide her response.
Charles caught her chin with his hand and lifted her face up to his. "You do. You're just to shy to say it." he whispered. He trailed kisses along her jawline, holding her face. "I want you to tell me." he groaned against her lips.
He grasped her by the waist and lifted her onto the counter. He stepped between her legs, holding her thighs in his hands, pulling her against him. He pressed the full weight of his body against her. He sucked in a ragged breath and groaned through his teeth. "You feel so good against me." He caressed her face and stared into her eyes.
Cassie closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the cabinet door.
Charles suckled and bit at her neck. He forced her head back with a hard kiss. He lifted his mouth and she followed it, trying to continue the kiss. Her mouth parted and Charles captured her lips, swallowing her breath. He changed the angle of his head, deepening the kiss.
Cassie gripped his arm. Her lips glistened from his moist kisses. The breath left her lungs and she closed her eyes tight.
Charles dragged his shirt over his head. He caught her hands and placed her palms flat against his chest. She rubbed his back, felt the tight muscle and the indention of his spine. She loved touching him.
He coaxed her out of her shirt and kissed her everywhere, her naked shoulders, her neck, her flat stomach. Her whole body shuddered and her eyes glossed over. She trembled. He smiled with satisfaction at her response. She was sated, submissive, her limbs were weak.
"Charles please...."she begged.
"What...? You want me to stop? he chuckled lovingly.
"No!" she gasped breathlessly. She locked her legs around his waist, holding him to her. "I want you." she finally confessed.
Charles looked down into her face. He nuzzled her nose with his and framed her face in his hands. "What about your dad?" he asked gently. "How much time do we have?" he whispered softly.
Cassie could barely breath, barely speak. ""He.....he's ......wor..working late."
Charles gathered her close. He whispered in her ear. "You're driving me crazy. I want to take my time and enjoy you."
He caught her by the waist and gently lifted her from the counter top. He took her hand and silently led her upstairs to her bedroom.
The door closed with a soft click.
Story2 / Scene 15
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Charles stood in the kitchen tying his apron back on. He and Cassie still had a lot of unfinished baking work to do. He smiled to himself remembering how they had been so wonderfully interrupted. He stared at Cassie. She stood with her back turned with her apron strings untied, hanging loosely as she washed dishes at the sink. She was unusually quiet and somber. He didn't know if he'd said or done something upstairs to upset her but something was obviously bothering her. He walked up to her and quietly tied her apron strings in a bow. He sighed and gently rested his chin on her shoulder, rubbing her arms, trying to soothe her mood. He kissed her cheek.
"Hey....you okay...your too quiet?" he spoke softly.
Cassie forced a smile. "Of course, I'm fine. Just a little tired." she lied. She didn't want to hurt his feelings. He hadn't forced her into anything. She'd wanted to be with him just as much as he'd wanted to be with her, if not more so.
Charles wrapped his arms around her waist and she felt the heat of his chest against her back. He stood quietly for a few minutes thinking as he gently rocked and held her. She wasn't fine. She was far from fine. He reached around her and turned the running water off, flooding the room in dead silence, turning her to face him. He searched her eyes, "Don't give me that. I know you and you're not fine. Talk to me." he said softly.
Cassie shook her head in denial. "Charles I'm fine. What are you talking about?" She tried to pull away and turn back to the sink but he held her firmly, trapping her against the sink with his arms on either side of her waist.
He rested his forehead against hers and whispered, "Did I say or do something while we were upstairs, because if I did, I need you to tell me?" He smoothed her hair away from her face and his eyes went narrow and serious with her lack of response. "I wasn't too rough with you was I?" he soothed. He bent his head and looked down into her eyes. "Baby....I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked gently, hoping to hear her mouth the word no.
Cassie reached up and kissed his cheek with a small smile on her face. "No...You didn't do anything wrong Charles. I love you and I love being with you but..." she paused.
Charles pulled back and stared at her face. She was trying to tell him something but it wasn't coming out right. He held both eyebrows up in question, "but what?" he asked, curious to hear her answer. She wasn't making any sense and she had an embarrassed look on her face. He studied her carefully. "Am I putting too much on you too soon? Is that it?" he guessed. He held her hands, "Cassie, baby I love you and I want to make love to you every chance I get but we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with okay? If you're not comfortable with something I'm doing or if you need things to slow down a bit just tell me." he urged. "I love you. It's not going to change my feelings toward you. I'm sorry if I'm moving to fast." he explained. "I'm not ashamed to admit I'm extremely attracted to you and I can't seem to keep my hands off of you." he said heavily, licking his lips. He captured her face between his warm palms. "I look at you and all I can think about sometimes is the way you feel, the way you smell and the way you respond to my touch. I think about the way you call my name when we're together." he whispered softly against her mouth, caressing her face. "The look on your face when your with me is amazing. I love watching you."
Cassie leaned forward and rested her head on his chest. She was flattered and embarrassed all at the same time. Flattered that he could bare his sole, his deepest feelings to her so very easily and embarrassed at the depth and clarity with which he described it. He was so understanding, so attentive and loving. She couldn't help but love this man.
Charles caressed her head with his hand. "I'm not trying to embarrass you baby. I'm just telling you how I feel." He stepped back and forced her to look at him. "Say something, talk to me. I'm right aren't I? You're feeling overwhelmed." he closed his eyes and frowned with frustration. He felt like he was pressuring her.
Cassie wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up into his face. "Charles no!, you're not overwhelming me." she exclaimed, putting his mind at ease. She didn't want him to misunderstand her. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Let there be no mistake about it. "I love being with you. I love your touch....the way you make me feel....every time I'm with you it gets better and better but this is my parent's house. It just feels a little awkward." she admitted.
Charles shook his head in acknowledgement, understanding her point. "This is your parent's house and your feeling a little guilty about being with me here." he stated, putting her thoughts into words. He kissed her temple. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let things go so far but I couldn't help myself. You're right, this is your parent's house and we should respect that but when I'm with you it's kind of hard for me to think rationally." he laughed. He held her by the waist and looked straight into her eyes. "It won't happen again. Not here. I promise, okay?" he said convincingly.
Cassie look at him hesitantly. "Okay...are you disappointed?"
Charles flashed a big smile. "Of course not. This just means you'll be spending more time at my place." he teased, stroking her back. "Hey, did you mean it when you said it's getting better and better?" he asked with an amused smile.
"mm-hmm" Cassie whispered against his mouth softly. She kissed him slowly, deepening the kiss when he tried to pull away.
Charles smiled against her lips, broking the kiss, "Your making it very hard for me to keep my promise." he laughed.
Cassie looked at him and they both broke into laughter. The doorbell rang and Charles pulled away. "Saved by the doorbell. I'll get it. It's probably Claire."
Charles opened the door for Claire. "Hey Claire, come on in. Cassie's in the kitchen finishing up. We're just about done."
Claire bust out laughing. She walked up to him and pinched his cheek hard. "Aww....Charles you look sooooo cute." she joked.
Charles was confused, "What?"
Claire stepped back and looked him up and down. "Nice apron. That color really looks good on you." she laughed, walking into the kitchen to find Cassie.
Charles looked down at himself. "Great." he said to himself, frowning.
Claire helped Cassie finish up the bake sale goodies. She noticed the lipstick on Charles's shirt and she saw Cassie's neck. She laughed to herself.
"What so funny Claire?" Cassie asked suspiciously.
"Oh, nothing. Claire lied. "So...what have you two been up to all evening, besides baking?" she asked boldly. It was funny watching them sweat and worry. Honestly, they weren't doing a very good job of hiding it. Charles was outrageously cheerful, humming a tune to himself and every time he looked at her his face went bright red. Cassie sang the same tune out loud with a dazed, bewildered look on her face and wouldn't look her in the eye. They couldn't be more obvious. One thought came to Claire's mind. Cassie and Charles had christened her parents house!
Claire cleared her throat."Ahem..ah..Cassie, can I talk to you upstairs for a minute?" she asked.
"Sure." Cassie replied.
As soon as they got into Cassie's room Claire whirled on her and slammed the door. She was overcome with laughter.
"Hahaha!, alright girlie, spill it. Start talking." she teased, leaning against the door tapping her foot with her arms folded.
Cassie held firm." What?...Claire, what are you talking about? Spill what?" It was very obvious that Claire knew she and Charles had had sex. Goodness, were they that obvious?
Claire grinned from ear to ear mischievously. "Did you guys have a christening?....Did you?....You did didn't you?." she taunted, excitingly giddy over the whole situation.
"Christening...what do you mean by christening Claire?" Cassie asked, Claire had lost her.
Claire shook her head and raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "Cassie, christening....as in having sex in your parent's house for the first time." she explained.
Cassie's eyes widened and her entire face flushed. She was totally busted. How could Claire possibly know.
Claire laughed out loud. "Cassie, you're good but not that good. Come on, you can tell me. You're my best friend." she begged. "Why are you being so secretive all of a sudden? You told me about that night at his apartment and that special surprise he gave you when he dragged you out of school. If you can't tell your best friend who can you tell?" she justified.
Cassie stared at her, gnawing her bottom lip. She might as well confess. Claire already knew the truth. She mouthed one word. "Yes."
"First time?" Claire responded quickly, wide eyed with excitement.
"Yes." Cassie muttered, trying desperately to hold back a smile. She was a little too embarrassed to speak anything more than one word syllables. It was one thing to tell your girlfriend about adventures with your boyfriend at his apartment. Being busted in your parent's house was an entirely different matter.
Claire giggled uncontrollably and grabbed her hands, jumping up and down. "OMG!!, Cassie, you totally christened your parent's house!"
Cassie couldn't help but laugh. Telling Claire and being able to laugh about it took some of her guilt away.
Claire glanced at the rumpled bed covers and laughed even harder, hysterically. "You two are pathetic. You can't keep your hands off each other. You're like newlyweds." she joked.
Cassie shook her head, laughing. "How did you know? What gave us away?"
Claire stopped laughing and stared at her. "You haven't seen it have you?" she questioned warily.
Cassie shrugged her shoulders. Oblivious to Claire's comment. "Seen what?" she asked.
Claire smiled. "I hate to break it to you Cassie but Charles left you a little souvenir." she mouthed.
"What?" Cassie asked, still confused.
Claire took her by the shoulders, spinning her around to face the mirror. She pulled Cassie's hair back. "Looks like Charles wasn't interested in the cupcakes. He'd rather nibble on you. That's one serious love bite girlie." she smiled amusingly.
Cassie stared at her neck in disbelief. There was a bruise about the size of a quarter. A very red, noticeable bruise. She grabbed her neck, trying to cover up the spot with her hand. "OMG!...Claire, what am I going to do? You have to help me hide this. My dad will kill me." she pleaded.
Claire grabbed her hands. "Cassie, calm down. It's nothing a little makeup won't cover. Just grab your makeup and I promise you by the time I'm done, no one will notice it." she confirmed.
"Are you sure it will work?" Cassie asked, going through her vanity picking out makeup. If her dad saw it he'd kill Charles.
Claire nodded her head. "Yes, trust me. It's gotten me out of a couple of jams myself." she confessed, applying concealer and powder to Cassie's neck. "My dad's sneaky and he notices everything. I swear nothing gets by that man. I've learned how to cover my trail. Honestly, your dad will never notice."
"I hope you're right." Cassie sighed.
"Hey, I thought you guys had totally abandoned me for a minute there." Charles said. Cassie and Claire had disappeared upstairs for about a half hour, leaving him alone.
"Sorry, Claire and I were catching up on some girl talk." Cassie lied. Claire had fixed her up as good as new and her love bite, as Claire had so wittingly named it, was barely noticeable. She felt relieved.
Charles put his jacket on and kissed her. "It's getting late and I've got tons of homework to get done. I'm gonna take off okay?" he said.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." Cassie said. She kissed him and gave him a quick hug.
Charles glanced at Claire. "Claire if you need a ride home I can give you a lift." he offered.
"Thanks Charles but my dad's coming to get me." Claire replied.
Charles glanced at his watch. It was getting late. "Are you sure because it's no trouble."
"Yeah I'm sure but thanks for offering." Claire said. She glanced at her watch. "Dad's running a little late but he'll be here. I hope he didn't get lost."
Cassie walked Charles to the door as the door bell rang.
"That's probably my dad." Claire yelled from the kitchen.
Cassie opened the door to a really tall dark skinned gentleman. This had to be Claire's dad. The resemblance was startling. Now she knew where Claire got her height from.
"Good evening...ah, I hope I have the right house. I'm here for my daughter Claire." the gentleman explained, smiling.
"Yes, she's here. Come in. She's in the kitchen gathering her things." Cassie smiled.
Claire stood in the kitchen smiling. She kissed her father. "Hi dad."
"Sorry I'm late baby. I had a little trouble finding the house." he responded.
"It's okay dad." Claire replied. "I want you to meet my best friend Cas___..." She was interrupted by a loud yelling voice and the sound of the front door slamming.
Cassie cringed. "And that would be my dad." she admitted sarcastically.
"Charles!...boy, how many times have I asked you stop blocking my drive way! That's what the street parking is for and whoever owns the grey sedan out front..., your lights are on!" Eddie yelled. He'd worked a long day of overtime and he was dead tired. He wasn't in the mood for a house full of Cassie's teenage friends.
Cassie met him at the door. "Dad can you please stop yelling. We have guest." she whispered impatiently, nodding her head around the corner to the kitchen. She grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen. "Come on. I want you to meet my best friend Claire and her dad."
Eddie shook his head, resisting. "Cassie, I'm very tired and I'm not in the mood for visitors." he said quietly. He had intended on slipping upstairs, unseen.
Cassie persisted. "Dad, the least you can do is say hello."
Cassie rounded the corner. "Claire this is my Dad...Dad this is my best frie...___"
"What the hell!!!?" Eddie erupted, interrupting Cassie. He looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Watkins!?"
Watkins glanced from his daughter Claire to Eddie. He shook his head frantically. "No!....no!...Hell no!!" Watkins yelled, shaking his head. "Tell me this ain't what I think it is." he complained.
Cassie and Claire stood dumbfounded. They looked at one another for some kind of explanation. Neither one knew what was going on. "You two know each other?" they said in unison.
Watkins glanced at his daughter. "Baby girl, is this some kind of joke? he spat. "I don't believe this!" he yelled.
Claire turned to him. "Dad!, can you please stop screaming and tell me what's going on. Have you two met?" she questioned.
Watkins snorted disgustingly. "Oh yeah...we've met." he said sarcastically.
Cassie turned to Eddie. He paced the floor shaking his head. "Dad..what's wrong? What's going on? How do you know Claire's dad?"
Eddie stopped and stared Watkins down with hard eyes. "He's my partner."
Cassie, Claire and Charles all spoke at the same time."What!?"
Cassie turned to Claire. "You never told me your dad was a cop." she accused.
"You never asked." Claire rounded. "Besides, the conversation never came up and you didn't exactly volunteer that your father was a cop either." she said forcefully. She was being accused of something and she got defensive.
Cassie sighed, visibly upset. "You're right. I guess it never came up." she admitted. "Claire Watkins..." she said slowly and out loud to herself. "I should have seen the connection with the last name. I never dreamed you two would be related." She glanced at officer Watkins. "My dad talks about you all the time."
"Oh, I'm sure he does." Watkins sneered.
"Cassie Sutton." Claire responded in kind. "I've heard the name Officer Sutton so many times. I can't believe that slipped by me." she said hoarsely. "It was right in front of our faces and we didn't see it."
Watkins grabbed Claire's bag and books. "Let's go Claire, now! If I had known your friend was this man's daughter I would have never allowed you to come here." he spat, glaring at Eddie. "I got a bad taste in my mouth."
Eddie blocked the exit, holding his palm out, refusing to let him pass. "What the hell is that suppose to mean? What ever problems you have with me doesn't change the fact that our daughters are friends, best friends and you and I shouldn't come between that."
Watkins stepped close, face to face with him. "It means I don't want you involved in me and my daughter's personal life and don't you ever tell me what I should or shouldn't do when it comes to Claire. She's my daughter and I want to set a good example for her. Now, if you ask me, your daughter's not doing a very good job with that." he glanced at Charles holding Cassie's hand with disapproving eyes.
"Dad...I can't believe you just said that!" Claire yelled. "Let's just go home."
"Man I will kill you." Eddie screamed, lunging for Watkins but Charles stepped between them trying to hold him back. Claire grabbed her dad's arm trying to pull him away. "Dad stop it, what's wrong with you!" she yelled.
"Stay out of this Charles!" Eddie growled.
"Mr. Sutton come on. You don't want to do this in front of Cassie. Come on, just let him go. He's not worth it." he scowled insultingly.
"Dad just stop...please!" Cassie yelled.
Eddie backed off, eyeing Watkins with rage. The nerve of that man coming into his home and insulting his daughter. "Get the hell out of my damn house and do me a favor. Put in for a transfer requesting change of partner, immediately. Trust me, you don't want to ride in a car with me anymore." Eddie threatened.
Claire grabbed her father's hand, pulling him from the house as he glanced back hurling insults the whole way. Eddie followed them to the door, trailing their steps menacingly and quietly. He was in a rage.
Claire glanced back at Cassie. "I'll call you later Cassie." she promised.
Her dad grabbed her arm. "Get in the car Claire! I meant what I said. I want you to stay away from her." he argued.
Claire yanked her arm away. "Dad, she's my friend." she pleaded.
Watkins held the car door open for her. "It's a big school, should be pretty easy to make some new friends." he slammed the door closed behind her.
Cassie stood quietly with Charles and her dad on the porch. She couldn't believe what had just happened. The situation couldn't get any worse with two best friends and two fathers who couldn't stand the sight of each other.
Charles turned to her and rubbed her shoulder in comfort. "It's okay Cassie, I'm sure her father didn't mean it. He's probably just too upset right now to realize it." he offered up reason, trying to justify how someone could be so mean and nasty.
Eddie shook his head. "Sorry to disappoint you Charles but when it comes to Officer Watkins, what you see is what you get. He meant what he said. He meant every word of it." he confirmed. "Don't worry. Cassie will be okay. It's getting late and you need to get home."
Charles kissed Cassie on the cheek. "I'll call you later tonight okay and don't worry everything will be okay."
Cassie nodded her head and smiled. "Okay."
Cassie waved to Charles as he drove off. "Dad, do you really think Mr. Watkins will stop Claire and I from being friends?" She hadn't known Claire for very long but she already felt close to her. She could tell Claire anything. "It's hard to believe he's Claire's father. She's so sweet and considerate and he's....well, he's so mean and nasty. How can he be a cop with an attitude like that dad?" she questioned.
Eddie put his arms around her shoulder and let her into the house. "That's a good question Cassie. I don't know what happened to him or why he's the way he is but Watkins is a real hard case. As for you and Claire's friendship, if she's anything like I've heard you describe over the last few weeks, she won't let her dad come between the two of you.
Cassie smiled and kissed his cheek. "Thanks dad."
The End
