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for Raylan - Halloween plot
Oct. 13th, 2012 12:35 pm It's a calm day, considering. No monsters have crawled out of the fucking bushes and she actually feels okay sitting outside on the porch, like it's just another day. She should go see Danny, later. There's still this lingering feeling like he could break all apart and she wishes she could do anything to make it better. Make him magically okay.
She settles against her chair, eyes closed with her bare feet up on the table. She hears Raylan coming before she sees him, used to his gait after all these years. Things are still awkward between them, but she's trying to hope. Hope it'll be okay.
"Hey babe," she murmurs, opening her eyes as he walks up. He just stares for a long moment, enough that she starts to fidget. Without warning he kicks the leg of the table. "Get your fucking feet off the furniture," he mutters before turning to walk inside. Her breath gets caught in her throat, whole body going cold as she sits in stunned silence. "Raylan!" she calls, pushing up and following him inside. "Raylan, what the fuck was that? Are you okay? What the hell was that?"
He whirls around, eyes flat and angry as he stalks up to her. "Don't back talk to me," he says before backhanding her across the face, hard enough to send her to her knees. She chokes out a cry as Jess starts to fuss, fingers digging into the hard floor as he moves to Jess's room. "Shut the fucking kid up, right now."
"Stop!" she gasps, pushing up onto wobbly legs. It's not...it's Raylan. Raylan hit her. Jesus Christ. Jesus fucking Christ. "Leave him alone." She lunges forward, grabbing at his arm as hard as she can. "Fucking stop right now." This time, he hits her with his fist closed, right across the cheek, splitting the thin skin around her eye open as she crashes to the ground. She moans, hand cradling her face as sticky blood runs between her fingers before crawling towards Jess's door. He turns back around, thank God, shoving her out of his way with his boot before slamming the front door open hard enough to pull it off its hinge and leaves her. On the floor, alone. She scrambles into Jess's room, backs against his crib and starts to shake, hands smearing blood on the light, wooden floor. He hit her. He hit her.
She settles against her chair, eyes closed with her bare feet up on the table. She hears Raylan coming before she sees him, used to his gait after all these years. Things are still awkward between them, but she's trying to hope. Hope it'll be okay.
"Hey babe," she murmurs, opening her eyes as he walks up. He just stares for a long moment, enough that she starts to fidget. Without warning he kicks the leg of the table. "Get your fucking feet off the furniture," he mutters before turning to walk inside. Her breath gets caught in her throat, whole body going cold as she sits in stunned silence. "Raylan!" she calls, pushing up and following him inside. "Raylan, what the fuck was that? Are you okay? What the hell was that?"
He whirls around, eyes flat and angry as he stalks up to her. "Don't back talk to me," he says before backhanding her across the face, hard enough to send her to her knees. She chokes out a cry as Jess starts to fuss, fingers digging into the hard floor as he moves to Jess's room. "Shut the fucking kid up, right now."
"Stop!" she gasps, pushing up onto wobbly legs. It's not...it's Raylan. Raylan hit her. Jesus Christ. Jesus fucking Christ. "Leave him alone." She lunges forward, grabbing at his arm as hard as she can. "Fucking stop right now." This time, he hits her with his fist closed, right across the cheek, splitting the thin skin around her eye open as she crashes to the ground. She moans, hand cradling her face as sticky blood runs between her fingers before crawling towards Jess's door. He turns back around, thank God, shoving her out of his way with his boot before slamming the front door open hard enough to pull it off its hinge and leaves her. On the floor, alone. She scrambles into Jess's room, backs against his crib and starts to shake, hands smearing blood on the light, wooden floor. He hit her. He hit her.
