once more. “I’m sorry I’ve caused you both so much
trouble. And I know I’ve been an
unpleasant houseguest.”
“It’s okay. We just want you to be safe.”
“I needed the time away from Steve to
really think things through, and he needed it too. But now we’ve decided to give it another
try. And I’ve made my decision.”
Faith shook her head. “You’re making a mistake. He’s going to hit you again.”
“I don’t think so. Me leaving really scared him. Even Chase doing what he did
helped. I think now Steve knows how
I feel sometimes.”
Monique smiled in the semi darkness of
the hallway, and Faith could tell it was over. The poor, misguided woman had truly made
up her mind.
“If you ever need to talk, I’ll be here,”
Faith said.
“Thanks.” Monique gave a sad wave and then she
walked downstairs and left out the front door. Faintly and briefly, as she left, she
was illuminated in the glare of headlights from a nearby car.
That was Velcro’s car, Faith decided. He was outside waiting for her, ready to
entrap her again in his web.
The door shut again and Faith felt like
screaming and crying in frustration. Her stomach was in knots.
“Don’t sweat it,” Chase said from inside
the bedroom.
She startled a little. “How much did you hear?” she asked,
turning and seeing that he was awake now, and sitting up in bed.
“Enough,” he replied simply. He turned the small lamp on next to his
bedside.
“I feel angry,” she said. “Like I want to have a fit.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he laughed.
“What’s so funny?” she said, walking back
into the room.
“You being so surprised she went back to
him,” he said. “That’s what happens
ninety-nine percent of the time in these situations.”
“Now what’s going to happen? What do we do?”
“Nothing, that’s what,” Chase said. He was in boxers and nothing else. “But the good news is, we don’t have to make
that drive to the airport anymore.”
“You keep making jokes but it’s not very
funny. She’s back with that
monster.”
“It’s not my problem. Or yours. Time to let it go.”
“But we can’t let him get away with it. We need to go to the media or something.”
Chase raised his eyebrows. “If she won’t leave him, there’s nothing
left to do. I can’t fight this
battle all by myself. The press
will have a field day if I make an accusation and even Monique denies it.”
“You don’t know that she’d deny he hit
her,” Faith said.
“Yeah, I do.”
She felt suddenly angry, looking into his
emotionless eyes. “You might even
be relieved she went back with him.”
“Why’s that?” he asked, his voice
hardening.
“Because, now you don’t have to go out on
a limb. You can go back to
pretending everything’s normal even though you know what’s happening to her. Go back to your life guilt free.”
“Don’t blame me,” he said. “This isn’t my fault.”
“We should’ve done more,” Faith said.
“You can’t save Monique,” he told
her. “Hell, why don’t you try and
save yourself before worrying about everyone else?”
Faith flinched. “Save myself from what?”
“You sit in judgment of me and Monique
and everyone else.” He shook his
head. “But tell me one risk you’ve
ever taken, one risk that could’ve cost you anything.”
“I trusted you,” she said, but instantly
knew that was the wrong response.
Chase made a sarcastic face. “So now we’re going to score cheap
points?”
“It’s not a cheap point,” she shot back. “You’ve done nothing but warn me how bad
you are for me in every way. But I
still keep trying to believe in you.”
“You keep trying to make this about me,”
he told her. “But you know this has
nothing to with me and everything to do with you avoiding the truth.”
“And what’s the truth?”
“That
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