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amityville_sweetheartCorrine's picked up the phone to call him four times in the past hour. She doesn't want to be alone. Kelly is already in bed, already asleep, so she's not really alone, but... damnit. This house is too big and there's too many bad things soaked into the walls and she can't get away from it.
She'd been doing so good, really, but she was too lonely and it was cold outside and there was nothing on TV and she was alone. She didn't want to be alone. She'd cried in bed and tried to sleep, and it'd been useless because she kept thinking of him and how much she wanted him there in bed next to her. Just so she could sleep. Just for a little while. Just until she adjusted to this. She was allowed 'adjustment' time, right? Not together anymore but still kind of together, just until... until... when? Tomorrow? Next week?
This was the right thing to do. It was good for them. She kept telling herself that.
It wasn't really that she needed Caleb specifically, but anyone here with her right now would be good. She was putting on her brave face as always but right now it felt like the ceiling of the world was coming down on her head. So she'd done what she always did, and she hated herself now.
This was it, though. Really. Just one last, as she empties the shot glass. She really needed sleep. If she could just sleep, she'd be okay. Just a little more to sleep. It was too late to go anywhere and she didn't want to leave Kelly alone so it wasn't even like she could run to the store and buy a little box of those sleep aid things. So just one more. One more, and then sleep. It'd be okay. It was just for sleep.
Corrine picks up the phone again, staring at the receiver through blurred vision. In her peripheral, the bottle is almost empty. She starts dialing, and stops halfway through. She puts the phone down and stares at it.
Just one more. For sleep.
She'd been doing so good, really, but she was too lonely and it was cold outside and there was nothing on TV and she was alone. She didn't want to be alone. She'd cried in bed and tried to sleep, and it'd been useless because she kept thinking of him and how much she wanted him there in bed next to her. Just so she could sleep. Just for a little while. Just until she adjusted to this. She was allowed 'adjustment' time, right? Not together anymore but still kind of together, just until... until... when? Tomorrow? Next week?
This was the right thing to do. It was good for them. She kept telling herself that.
It wasn't really that she needed Caleb specifically, but anyone here with her right now would be good. She was putting on her brave face as always but right now it felt like the ceiling of the world was coming down on her head. So she'd done what she always did, and she hated herself now.
This was it, though. Really. Just one last, as she empties the shot glass. She really needed sleep. If she could just sleep, she'd be okay. Just a little more to sleep. It was too late to go anywhere and she didn't want to leave Kelly alone so it wasn't even like she could run to the store and buy a little box of those sleep aid things. So just one more. One more, and then sleep. It'd be okay. It was just for sleep.
Corrine picks up the phone again, staring at the receiver through blurred vision. In her peripheral, the bottle is almost empty. She starts dialing, and stops halfway through. She puts the phone down and stares at it.
Just one more. For sleep.
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Date: 2006-01-22 03:35 am (UTC)She crosses her arms over her chest, that indignant little smirk she gets whenever she's angry returning to her face. "Gee, I wonder if Amelia knows you're the one who put her in a coma in the first place? I wonder how she'd take that...? What is it, twelve, thirteen years of her life down the drain? And you get to take all the credit." She shrugs. "Not really surprising, I guess. You have this underlying habit of trying to kill people you... 'love'."
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Date: 2006-01-22 03:53 am (UTC)He’s hospitalized people for hitting her. He’s endured beatings by sports teams to protect her. Once he dangled a guy off of a balcony because he took a little too long understanding what ‘no’ means. She means more to him than everything else in the world put together, and then some.
And Corrine just established herself as a threat to that. More importantly, Corrine just threatened to cause Amelia undue emotional distress. The shit didn’t just hit the fan, it buried it.
He grits his teeth as he approaches her. There’s a barely controlled fury seeping through his tightly controlled tone. It’s surprisingly quiet, yet, still quite intense. “Still making with the cheap, selfish, spoiled, daddy’s girl bitch thing, eh? Suits you just fine, you shallow, empty, stupid, whore.”
Again he grabs her arms, and brings his face not inches away from hers. While still intense, his voice is even lower. “I’ll tell her, just as soon as she adjusts to what she already knows. Before then, you might hurt her.” The last time he had this look in his eyes, he was trying to kill her. “And you do that at your own peril. This is your first, final, and only gingerly warning.” It goes without saying that he has some experience in that department.
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Date: 2006-01-22 04:27 am (UTC)"I'm sorry I'm not fucking 'okay' enough for you," she says angrily but quietly through tears. "You tried to kill me, Caleb. I... I love you, I loved you, and... and I can't... I can't..." She's too incoherent to speak, and she wraps her arms around herself. She turns away from them, leaning her head against the wall as she cries.
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Date: 2006-01-22 04:40 am (UTC)He really doesn’t want to right now, but he does nevertheless.
He drops to his knees, and wraps his arms around her, tears beginning to flow from his own eyes. He hadn’t wanted to do that, but things needed to be said. Then came her threats, and he just responded in kind. Things were just so out of control…
“I’m sorry,” he sobs as he holds her just a little tighter. “I still love you too. I .. I know how hard this must be for you …” He’s just there for a time, both broken down and a sturdy shoulder for Corrine to cry on. “I’ll go,” he offers. “I’ll give you all the space you need. Never contact me again if you don’t want to, just…just please check into AA or something for me, alright?”
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Date: 2006-01-22 04:51 am (UTC)This isn't her place. She shouldn't be here, watching this. She doesn't have the right to intrude on something this personal. Quietly, she goes upstairs.
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Date: 2006-01-23 05:14 am (UTC)Everything just started spinning out of control, faster and faster until everything was all turned around and she didn't know where anything belong anymore. None of it made sense. She was lost. And through it all there'd always been him to fall back on, him to protect her, him to make everything less scary. Then he was ripped away, too, and the anger and betrayal and pain that had been festering for seven years came to the suface.
"Papa loves Roary, papa goes away. Mama hates Roary, screams and rages and drinks and screams and hits, and I can't get away, there's no where to hide. And Angie leaves, and Trice leaves, and Louis leaves, and they don't come back, they lie, they lie, they leave us there. They never come back. And the magic's warm, it's always been warm, always been like a comfort. And then papa's gone and mama's gone and Casey, and no one knows what to do, no one knows what to say to me and I have no where to hide again. And then you, and you... you... you go away, and I can't hide anywhere, I can't get away again. I'm tired, I can't do this myself, I can't, I'm not cut out for it I can't hack it I can't anymore it's too much I won't ever get out..."
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Date: 2006-01-23 02:50 pm (UTC)He just holds her tightly, and continues to give her a shoulder to cry on. What else is he to do, really?