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Stan Uris
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Date Posted: 04/ 3/11 9:56:25pm
In reply to:
Craig Rhymes
's message, "..::Blood and Leather::.." on 04/ 3/11 5:29:03pm
The strangled sound of pain that issued from her was enough to make him want to die. To know that he was the root of that awful sound was torture in itself. How could something that had started off so right and so true in the beginning be wrenched into something this painful, this damned hard? The odds had never been with them, considering the company he'd kept and had brought upon her. Another fault to add to his list.
He did not even drop his gaze from hers as she asked him the only real key question that mattered--why--though it was the one that drove the dagger in deepest. How could he answer that? He would, for it was owed to her. But how could he tell her that he'd been willing to leave her and their daughter alone, fearing the worst for him, because of the love he had for them? Because of desire to protect them, as misguided and cruel as the effort had been?
There was no short answer for her question. So he answered it the best he could. "Because I loved you." And there was nothing but truth in his dark eyes, burning fervently like embers. Whatever could be said of him, no one could ever say he hadn't loved her. He just hadn't been man enough to prove it.
He finally broke her gaze when she spoke to the man from outside, whom he'd finally learned was named Craig. He could see the sharp anger rise to the man's eyes upon finding his identity. His words struck him, but he didn't bristle at them nor try to argue. This Craig has spoken nothing but the truth.
As Angelina asked for eyes, he peered at the hand she was favoring. While he worried for it, he was quite confident that the person responsible had probably answered to her friend...and that was good. As she was handed ice and he was issued a warning glance, he outstreched his hand to Craig, offering the keys he'd given him. He couldn't fault the man for his anger...anyone who cared for Angelina had the right to hate him. Hell, he hated himself. "Sorry to have misled you." He says to the man, and then, "Guy like me doesn't deserve your kindness. But thanks." His voice had strengthened some, but he was a picture of defeat. After handing off the keys, he glanced back at his wife. The stockroom decision was hers to make. If she wanted to talk--he owed her that. And if she never wanted to see him again, well, he owed her that too.
____i will holler you home_____
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