Sneak Peek at Chapter 22 of PitN...
For my wonderful LJ family, I bring a sneak peek of the chapter of 'Prayer in the Night' chapter 22. I can't tell you how much I appreciate all of you - for your support, encouragement and death threats. (I'm looking at you who_favor_fire - I remember something about tracking me down and hurting me? LOL) The chapter is almost finished, but I thought ya'll might wants a peek. :D
Chapter 22
‘The Day The Whole World Went Away’
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The nightmares were getting worse.
Sitting up in bed, she wiped the tears away with the sheets like she did every morning, and pulled some sweat pants on. Without glancing in the mirror (she knew she looked like shit), she opened the door, and made her way down the hallway towards the staircase.
She couldn’t stand the sound of their whispers.
Pausing at the top of the stairs, Jo turned her head, and half-heartedly listened to the hissed conversation between her mom and Bobby. They were worried about her, that much was obvious, but there was something else behind their actions.
Suspicion.
Not many people would have noticed that their coffee tasted a little flat, or that their orange juice was a little watery… but Jo noticed, and Jo deliberately swallowed every holy water infused drink without question. She didn’t comment or object to the fact that every room she entered was lined with salt, or that when she went to sleep at night both Bobby and her mom routinely walked passed her bedroom door every couple of hours to check on her.
But it was the hushed phone calls, and the murmured arguments that were starting to grate on her nerves. After Dean and Sam had left, she had explained what had happened to Anthony to her mom and Bobby. When she finished, she waited impatiently for her mom to hug her tight, and tell her it was going to be fine - that she would have made the same choice in her position. But Ellen Harvelle was uncharacteristically silent, and instead of a hug she handed her a glass of whiskey, and told her to get some rest.
“She’s not eating enough.”
“She was never a big eater, Elle.”
“She’s sleeping too much.”
“Well she did have a radical pregnancy, her body is just catching up.”
“There’s no spark in her eyes, it’s like talking to a wall. I’ve never seen her like this.”
“Give her a chance, she’s been to hell and back.”
“She hasn’t spoken since that night.”
“She will when she’s ready.”
“She keeps screaming in her sleep.”
“It’s just the nightmares causing it - Can you blame her?”
“Maybe we need to take her to the doctors after all? Maybe they can give her something to help her sleep-”
“Ellen, just be patient. She’s doing the best she can.”
“Don’t tell me how to treat me daughter. I’m her mother! It’s my job to worry about her.”
“And Dean is like a son to me, but you don’t see me hovering, and asking him if he’s okay every two seconds. Give her some space to breath.”
“You’re the one who’s been spiking her drinks.”
“And you’re the one who put salt in the shower head. Don’t act like I’m the bad guy in all this.”
“Well don’t accuse me of not knowing what is best for my daughter.”
“I wasn’t-“
Jo couldn’t bear to listen to anymore. She knew where the argument was headed - she’d been listening to it play out every couple of days. Jo was pretty sure she could finish it for them if she decided to break her silence.
“Ellen, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that maybe this isn’t the best place for her or me.”
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It's going to be a pretty long chapter, so I hope you guys are ready!
Lots of Love and squishy hugs,
~ Nicky
Chapter 22
‘The Day The Whole World Went Away’
....
The nightmares were getting worse.
Sitting up in bed, she wiped the tears away with the sheets like she did every morning, and pulled some sweat pants on. Without glancing in the mirror (she knew she looked like shit), she opened the door, and made her way down the hallway towards the staircase.
She couldn’t stand the sound of their whispers.
Pausing at the top of the stairs, Jo turned her head, and half-heartedly listened to the hissed conversation between her mom and Bobby. They were worried about her, that much was obvious, but there was something else behind their actions.
Suspicion.
Not many people would have noticed that their coffee tasted a little flat, or that their orange juice was a little watery… but Jo noticed, and Jo deliberately swallowed every holy water infused drink without question. She didn’t comment or object to the fact that every room she entered was lined with salt, or that when she went to sleep at night both Bobby and her mom routinely walked passed her bedroom door every couple of hours to check on her.
But it was the hushed phone calls, and the murmured arguments that were starting to grate on her nerves. After Dean and Sam had left, she had explained what had happened to Anthony to her mom and Bobby. When she finished, she waited impatiently for her mom to hug her tight, and tell her it was going to be fine - that she would have made the same choice in her position. But Ellen Harvelle was uncharacteristically silent, and instead of a hug she handed her a glass of whiskey, and told her to get some rest.
“She’s not eating enough.”
“She was never a big eater, Elle.”
“She’s sleeping too much.”
“Well she did have a radical pregnancy, her body is just catching up.”
“There’s no spark in her eyes, it’s like talking to a wall. I’ve never seen her like this.”
“Give her a chance, she’s been to hell and back.”
“She hasn’t spoken since that night.”
“She will when she’s ready.”
“She keeps screaming in her sleep.”
“It’s just the nightmares causing it - Can you blame her?”
“Maybe we need to take her to the doctors after all? Maybe they can give her something to help her sleep-”
“Ellen, just be patient. She’s doing the best she can.”
“Don’t tell me how to treat me daughter. I’m her mother! It’s my job to worry about her.”
“And Dean is like a son to me, but you don’t see me hovering, and asking him if he’s okay every two seconds. Give her some space to breath.”
“You’re the one who’s been spiking her drinks.”
“And you’re the one who put salt in the shower head. Don’t act like I’m the bad guy in all this.”
“Well don’t accuse me of not knowing what is best for my daughter.”
“I wasn’t-“
Jo couldn’t bear to listen to anymore. She knew where the argument was headed - she’d been listening to it play out every couple of days. Jo was pretty sure she could finish it for them if she decided to break her silence.
“Ellen, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that maybe this isn’t the best place for her or me.”
.....
It's going to be a pretty long chapter, so I hope you guys are ready!
Lots of Love and squishy hugs,
~ Nicky