Post by LUCIFER on May 5, 2011 1:10:31 GMT -5
I'm a broken man
[/color]It had been a week sense he had met a woman in a bar, a blonde. She had been a crazy broad with a stripper name and claimed to have been an angel. He had been pretty plastered and had actually hit her in the face. He still felt bad for that. Nick was a good man and his guilt was still quietly gnawing at him for what he did...[/size][/blockquote]
Still that was last week, so why was she still haunting him? He wasn't sure what it was, but in his heart that she was a good and caring woman. He had managed to get her phone number and he had put her on speed dial. It had been really hard to, as he had seen his wife's name - Sara, in there still. He didn't have the heart to delete that yet. Well, that Zerachiel lady was in there now and he had been tempted to call her several times already, but he just felt too bad for hitting her in the face.
Well, she wasn't here now. He was waiting for a waitress to come over at the local diner in his home town of Pikecreek, Delaware. Some server had gotten him a soda though, and for that he was thankful. His waitress hadn't arrived but he wasn't really in a hurry. His eating habits had still not returned to normal. It had been a solid month sense the brutal murders of his wife and young child. Nick swallowed as he thought about them for a few seconds.
Every day was incredibly hard for him, but he was somehow pushing on. Maybe he could heal from this...Maybe. Nick looked up to peer around the diner for a few seconds. He picked up his soda and sipped it in silence. He felt...very alone, sense he was here by himself. His friends were at work. His boss had forced him to take some vacation time, considering his situation. Nick ran his fingers through his hair and rested his hand against the side of his face, the hair of his stubble pressing into the palm of his skin.
So, here he was...waiting for the waitress. He plucked his cell phone out of his shirt pocket and flipped it open, staring at a picture of Sara holding little Michael. He quickly pressed a button so that it went to the contacts of his phone before scrolling down to the very bottom. Her name was last on the list, but just knowing that he could call her had been helpful. Nick shut his phone and put it back in his pocket as he drank more of his Coca-cola.
With nothing left to loose
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