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“Yo, I’m in the hospital”
“I’ll be right down.”
Greg put the phone away.
“Why are you going to get her? Why not tell her the roomnumber?”
“Sara, they we know that they attacked you. What do you think will happen if they find us?”
“But, why are you risking it by going down?”
“I don’t care if anything happens to me, I want you to be safe.”
“I care…”
“Greg didn’t answer her, he just walked out.”
Sara sighed. She was so lucky to have Greg, he actually cared about her, no one cared about her before. She didn’t love him, they just cared about each other, it was them against the world.
<Five minutes later>
After Greg and Tracy entered, she ran up to Sara and pulled her into a hug.
“Sara, I’m so sorry about everything! I shouldn’t have hurt you.”
“It’s ok, you are forgiven. I however don’t trust you yet…”
“I understand, I hope I can gain it over time... I have something for you.”
She pulled a tape recorder out of her pocket and handed it to Sara.
“Press play”
Sara did.
The conversation Susan had with her fan club played, and Sara smiled. This was going to be over soon, Susan would be in prison, Tom would be too, Sara would be placed it a different family and had a friend who would be there for her when she needed him, the pain would be over.
“There is a very important thing you need to know Greg. They know you know, and they will do anything to shut you up. The first thing they are going to do is let you be seduced by Robyn and threaten to go public with pictures of you when you go to the police. If you don’t fall for that, they will use force. Like…”
Sara saw the pain in her eyes when she tried to finish that scentence.
“they did to you…”
Tracy’s eyes grew wider when she looked at Sara,
“How did you know?”
“I saw it in your eyes.”
A small smile played around Tracy’s lips, Sara was a very smart, caring girl. She felt so stupid about hurting her.
Suddenly, Greg’s cell rang.
“Let’s see if you are right…”
“I will be…”
Greg pressed the answer button and Robyn’s ultra sweet voice came out.
“Hey Greg, how are you?”
“Uhm, I’m fine, why?”
“Well, I am having a party later today and I’d like you to come.”
“I’m sorry Robyn, I am not the partying kind of person…”
“Believe me Greggo, I’ll make it very enjoyable for you…”
“I’ll be there, what time?”
“Eight.”
“See you then…”
After Greg pressed the cancel button, Tracy started talking.
“What are we going to do now?”
“Get the hell out of here!” Greg said replied.
“Why did you tell her you were coming?”
“To buy us time, we have a lot of tings to take care of before we leave here.”
“You seriously consider running away?” Sara asked in an amazed voice.
“Do you see any other possibility? Look at your home situation, Sara, look at what they did to you! You can’t stay here, I am soon to be blackmailed and if I don’t correspond with their rules, I’m going to be dead. Tracy had a terrible experience today, of which I fortunately don’t know the details, and these people aren’t done with her yet.”
“You are right, how painful it is going to be.” Tracy admitted
“It’s us against the world” Sara started to like that sentence…
“Let’s start packing…”
It was already late in the morning when Grissom reached his house, he was broken and had walked through the city the entire night, back then, he didn’t feel anything, he was high. Now on the other hand, he felt miserable.
He opened the door with the key his mother insisted he wore, it wasn’t useful, because he never left the house except for school.
He ran straight up to his room, he needed rest, he needed to think. When he entered, he saw it. The books, they were gone! There wasn’t a single one left. Suddenly there were posters of modern pop-singers, the ones the people at school always talked about, on the walls of his room.
“Surprise! And, do you like it?”
“Mother, where are my books?”
“Oh, I had them picked up, you have other interests now so…”
It didn’t happen often, but Grissom lost his temper now.
“I have other interests? You mean the ones you force me to have? No! I don’t have those interests! The only tings I really care about are my books! You know the thing they say? In times of depression and crisis, one knows his friends and family? It is a lie! In times of crisis and depression one knows that they don’t have friends or family. I might be more focused on books than on people, but I’m not blind! Fairly normal people don’t force their interest upon their child! I want my books back!”
“Well, Gil, you are past that stuff. Get used to it.”
His mother turned around and walked out of the room. Grissom fell to his knees, why did his family do this to him? He didn’t force them to read books, why did they force him to party and be popular?
That moment, Grissom made a decision. He couldn’t stay here, he needed to get away from here. He would run away, but what did he need? A lot of money, a vehicle and a load of stuff he couldn’t sum up. This was going to be difficult, but necessary.
“People who disrespect books have a general disrespect for keeping things whole.” And his family had let him fall to pieces.
Grissom continued to think about this while he started packing…
Missing - Evanescence
Missing
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"
You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
I breathe deep and cry out,
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?"
Even though I’m the sacrifice,
You won’t try for me, not now.
Though I’d die to know you love me,
I’m all alone.
Isn’t someone missing me?
And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
I'll wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...
Even though I’m the sacrifice,
You won’t try for me, not now.
Though I’d die to know you love me,
I’m all alone.
Isn’t someone missing me?