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Isis
Hopefully it's a meaningful hurt.
Fri Jan 20, 2017 01:30
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“I’m not going anywhere so you don’t need to worry about that.” He said more than that, and all of quite reassuring and kind and wonderful, but that was what stood out. It was an easy thing to say - Isis had heard a variety of people offer some version of it, either to her or to others in their lives - but harder to mean. Nobody in her life had ever meant it before, herself included. But Nathan meant it. She could feel it.

Isis felt far more tired than she should have, maybe just from being spent emotionally, so she curled up with him as close as she could, letting herself bask in his warmth and simply believe in him, in them. She’d never had such a luxury before. “Thank you,” she mumbled into his chest, so quiet he may not have heard at all.

He asked if she’d been visiting Nevaeh for the holiday, and she shifted slightly, although not nearly enough to be considered a retraction from him. “No, I, ah, don’t usually join the Reeds for these things,” she answered “I wouldn’t want to intrude.” She was invited - she was always invited, even before she knew she was invited - but it felt like such an imposition. Isis wasn’t family in any way except blood, and only to Nevaeh. Maurice and Shirley were huge forces in her childhood, but she wasn’t a child anymore. They hardly knew her now.

“If I’m being honest, I’m seeing my brother,” she added, pausing nervously. “He’s in jail.” That was her fault, too, looking back. She’d gotten them all into that position, she was the one he wanted to save, and she was the one who begged to call 9-1-1. She should have known they couldn’t trust the system, couldn’t trust the police. Jahmaal had learned that lesson from their father’s death, but Isis wanted to call for medical attention for Deontay. She should have known there was no saving him; the dispatched “help” would only take Jahmaal from her, too. She knew now that people like them could not trust the police. In fact, there was only one officer of any kind that she’d ever met who was worthy of trust. In him, she had invested greatly, trusting him with her body, mind, and spirit, perhaps more than she’d ever trusted anyone. “They won’t let me stay for too long, though. Half an hour, maybe an hour if they’re feeling generous. I’ll be back in plenty of time to meet up with your parents.”

  • It hurts - Nathan , Wed Jan 18 12:02
    Nathan was going to go ahead and assume 'a very rough time before this job' was about equivalent to saying 'Santa had a lot of places to visit tomorrow night.' True certainly, but beyond the limits... more
    • Hopefully it's a meaningful hurt. - Isis, Fri Jan 20 01:30
      • Nathan held Isis, feeling closer to her now than he ever had before, though this was not the first time they had snuggled on a couch before. This was different somehow; deeper. He could almost see... more
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