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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 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?