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Chris walked into the room, set the food down on the night table and then sat down in the chair. Her father followed. He closed the door and brought the desk chair closer to where she was sitting.

She's tired but not sure she can sleep, her mind is wide awake. She tried to sleep in the cell but was too anxious. She wanted to cry but breaking down in front of Jasin was enough, she wasn't going to start crying her cell. Instead Chris spent most of her time pacing around the cell or staring off into space, thinking.
Seeing Saunders, making him pay for what he did was something she had thought about often since her father was murdered.
Murdered.
When she imagined meeting Saunders, it was always a memory of her father or being with her family that brought it to mind.
When she actually met Saunders, she hadn't really thought of them. At least not in the way that she had expected. She had still been shaken from her conversation with Jasin. The reality of Jack's death had hit her and she was saddened.
And horrified by her own reaction.
She hadn't cried about it until then and until then she had tried not to think about what feelings she might have for Jack. She wanted to write it off to loneliness or lust or temporary insanity. But it was more.
When she saw Saunders it was her betrayal fresh on her mind. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she should feel guilty about her relationship with Jack. It wasn't fair that Jack had to pull the trigger. It's not fair that my dad is dead. Saunders killed him for nothing. It wasn't because of the bank accounts, it was because he could. He got off on it and he didn't care. He still didn't care. It's a fucking joke to him!
Her father sat down on the chair and she looked over at him. He was unwrapping the pack of cigarettes and she was reminded of the last Christmas she spent with him. He came to New York and they were in a restaraunt. He sat across from her, unwrapping a pack of cigarettes like he was now. She made a face but didn't say anything. They talked. He told her he was thinking about taking a trip next year. Maybe to Russia again, he wasn't sure.
He never went.
It's not fair. He had told her he was used to Milliways. He wasn't unhappy here but that doesn't mean he's happy either. How could he be? He can't see his family again, he can't tell them anything. He can't travel. He can't go to a museum. He's stuck here till God know's when, relying on the whims of the universe.
He deserves more than this.
She looks out the window again, memories of what had happened in this room flooding her mind. The knife in her stomach twisted a little more.

She's tired but not sure she can sleep, her mind is wide awake. She tried to sleep in the cell but was too anxious. She wanted to cry but breaking down in front of Jasin was enough, she wasn't going to start crying her cell. Instead Chris spent most of her time pacing around the cell or staring off into space, thinking.
Seeing Saunders, making him pay for what he did was something she had thought about often since her father was murdered.
Murdered.
When she imagined meeting Saunders, it was always a memory of her father or being with her family that brought it to mind.
When she actually met Saunders, she hadn't really thought of them. At least not in the way that she had expected. She had still been shaken from her conversation with Jasin. The reality of Jack's death had hit her and she was saddened.
And horrified by her own reaction.
She hadn't cried about it until then and until then she had tried not to think about what feelings she might have for Jack. She wanted to write it off to loneliness or lust or temporary insanity. But it was more.
When she saw Saunders it was her betrayal fresh on her mind. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she should feel guilty about her relationship with Jack. It wasn't fair that Jack had to pull the trigger. It's not fair that my dad is dead. Saunders killed him for nothing. It wasn't because of the bank accounts, it was because he could. He got off on it and he didn't care. He still didn't care. It's a fucking joke to him!
Her father sat down on the chair and she looked over at him. He was unwrapping the pack of cigarettes and she was reminded of the last Christmas she spent with him. He came to New York and they were in a restaraunt. He sat across from her, unwrapping a pack of cigarettes like he was now. She made a face but didn't say anything. They talked. He told her he was thinking about taking a trip next year. Maybe to Russia again, he wasn't sure.
He never went.
It's not fair. He had told her he was used to Milliways. He wasn't unhappy here but that doesn't mean he's happy either. How could he be? He can't see his family again, he can't tell them anything. He can't travel. He can't go to a museum. He's stuck here till God know's when, relying on the whims of the universe.
He deserves more than this.
She looks out the window again, memories of what had happened in this room flooding her mind. The knife in her stomach twisted a little more.
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Date: 2005-06-29 05:25 am (UTC)He looks at her and feels a little guilty for not spending enough time with her the past few days. He knew she had been upset over something but with Elaine missing he let that dominate him mind.
"Chris, what's wrong?"
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Date: 2005-06-29 05:31 am (UTC)"Dad, have you ever done something you knew was wrong?"
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Date: 2005-06-29 05:32 am (UTC)"Yes, I have. Why?"
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Date: 2005-06-29 05:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-29 05:39 am (UTC)"Well, that happens. Especially, when you're young," he adds and takes a drag of his cigarette. He hopes it wasn't a married guy, he would think Chris would have a little self-respect than that.
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Date: 2005-06-29 05:41 am (UTC)Her stomach's turning and she's feeling a little light headed and has to force herself to remember to breathe.
She doesn't want to tell him but she can't not tell him.
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Date: 2005-06-29 05:54 am (UTC)It could be Lee, the ex-boyfriend. He hoped it was. He didn't seem like a bad guy although Ryan couldn't figure out why Chris dated him.
Although that wouldn't explain why she would be nervous.
The only other possibility was Jasin Natael. Please don't let it be him. Please. True, Asmodean had helped him with regards to Elaine but still... The man is far too dangerous. Please, don't let it be him.
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Date: 2005-06-29 05:57 am (UTC)"It's not someone that I ever thought I'd even not hate, let alone..."
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Date: 2005-06-29 06:00 am (UTC)"Chris, who is it?"
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Date: 2005-06-29 06:02 am (UTC)She forces herself not to wince waiting for his response.
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Date: 2005-06-29 06:05 am (UTC)He's refusing to believe it's possible even though that's the only "Jack," he knows.
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Date: 2005-06-29 06:07 am (UTC)"I'm sorry." She says immediately, but isn't sure that this even something that an apology can ever cover. I'm sorry that I slept with the man who killed you doesn't sound right.
But she can't think of it as a mistake driven by lust and lonliness anymore, so she had to tell him.
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Date: 2005-06-29 06:13 am (UTC)Ryan takes a final drag of his cigarette before putting it out. He's tempted to light up another one.
This is not possible.
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Date: 2005-06-29 06:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-29 06:15 am (UTC)"How long was this going on?"
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Date: 2005-06-29 06:17 am (UTC)One kiss, two nights together, barely a relationship, barely anything...
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Date: 2005-06-29 06:26 am (UTC)A week. I spoke to both of them and they both lied to me.
"So you've been lying to me for about a week now," he says. It's a rhetorical question.
God, if Jack were here I'd kill himself.
He realizes Jack's probably dead now and he looks at Chris. She looks miserable and for a second he feels sorry for her.
But it also makes him angrier. It somehow feels manipulative on her part. Him. She got into a relationship with him?
"What were you thinking?"
He puts his hands up. "Y'know what, I don't care. Do not care."
He turns to walk out of the room.
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Date: 2005-06-29 06:31 am (UTC)What was I thinking? How could I have done this to him?
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never wanted to do anything to hurt you. I didn't...I'll never see him again."
Which is either a promise or a fact - probably closer to the latter.
And she hates herself because she knows that if he somehow comes back, she won't be able to stop herself from being happy to see him again.
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Date: 2005-06-29 06:40 am (UTC)But he doesn't. He just shakes his head, opens the door and slams it shut behind him.
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Date: 2005-06-29 06:47 am (UTC)She leans against the wall and looks up at the ceiling, as if the answers are written there.
For the first time in her life she hopes for alien abduction.
She knew he'd be angry. She's old enough to know that people need time to cool down sometimes. But she's not sure that things will ever be the same between them.
And she tries and fails to choke back a sob and then she walks to her bed and covers her face, unable to stop the tears from falling.