FIC: Iridescence, 3/10 - Yellow Lemon Trees (Megan, PG-13) (Color: Yellow)
Title: Iridescence, Part 3/10 - Yellow Lemon Trees
Characters: Megan, OCs.
Word Count: 696.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: A bit of domestic violence.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: He’s never considered her efforts to please him. He always says “no” to everything that wouldn’t make her more like a man.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
Betas: The fantastic twins_m0m.
Color: Yellow.
All chapters: Find them here.
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Yellow Lemon Trees
She’s never liked living with him. To her, it’s a nightmare. Now, as she opens the front door so she can come into the house even if she knows she can’t escape. He’s never considered her efforts to please him. He always says “no” to everything that wouldn’t make her more like a man. He’s controlling, manipulative. But he keeps his agenda, full of social meetings and lies. And he’s got good connections - many of which will decide her future…
A sound, a cry, a curse. It’s a sign.
Son of a bitch, he’s taking advantage again - the kind that is taken on a mother, a woman who doesn’t have the strength to fight back.
Megan can’t stand it. She’s spent the entire week trying to make him stop, but of course, she’s too young and she doesn’t have the right to be taken into consideration.
“Megan! Come here, right now!” his father’s voice calls. He’s heard her at the door.
She has to run away.
Maybe her mother decides that it’s fine for him to control her life, but Megan won’t let him do the same. She owns her every breath and move.
So she breaks out. She walks away from the door and takes a short-cut to her special place. At least this little vacation could provide her a place to hide.
There’s too much sun. Almost blinded, she lifts her hands, covers her face and runs faster.
Some of her hairs lighten, become golden as the sun bathes all shapes. This street has lemon trees on both sides… She’s picked up the wrong road. She’s been here before, collecting memories of the multiple times she’s tried to be successful at becoming a run-away.
Shadows playing with the light don’t soothe her mind. It’s like seeing the real world, it’s like forgetting about all the goals others have decided for her. It’s like feeling safe, in the middle of a crowd… but a fourteen-year-old shouldn’t be doing this.
Yet it’s the only way for her to escape the madness, the screams, the harsh words, the complaints, the demands.
She’ll never be good enough. His father wants more and more and even more, and she will never be satisfying enough as a woman. She’s so sick and tired of trying to become the son he never had, just to see him refuse every intention of her to follow her dreams.
The trees are disappearing from her view. She finds a spot, a little street to the right, but curses when she finds a dead end - an alley with one last big lemon tree. Hearing the voice of the enemy, she hides behind it, even if she knows they won’t make her disappear from view. She holds on to her last chance - the chance of him not finding her and pulling her hair. That’s the kind of punishment she deserves, he always says.
Breathing hard, her heart is pounding hard from anger and impotence. Yet she manages to look down and wait for the well known outcome.
There he comes, her father to drag her home. But not for long.
Not for long.
The aftermath of the yellow lemon tree nightmare is one of the things Megan hates the most. This time, she runs one hand over her forehead, finds sweat, and curses.
Looking down, she notices that she’s fallen asleep with a criminology book in her hands. On her couch. Again. Lifting the book from her lap, something slides out of it, and she catches it in a reflex before it touches the floor.
That something makes her remember what her mind was going through before her eyes decided to rest for a while. A photo from the old times - she and her old man, smiling beside a lemon tree. A neighbor took it; he was passing by when he discovered father and daughter in the middle of a fight, and of course, Mr. Reeves tried to play the perfect, happy family.
The worst part is that this is so common today. She’s seen it so many times because of her job. Even today, such lies exist.
But personally, she’s conquered them all.
Characters: Megan, OCs.
Word Count: 696.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: A bit of domestic violence.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: He’s never considered her efforts to please him. He always says “no” to everything that wouldn’t make her more like a man.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
Betas: The fantastic twins_m0m.
Color: Yellow.
All chapters: Find them here.
Previous chapter
Next chapter
Iridescence Series
Yellow Lemon Trees
She’s never liked living with him. To her, it’s a nightmare. Now, as she opens the front door so she can come into the house even if she knows she can’t escape. He’s never considered her efforts to please him. He always says “no” to everything that wouldn’t make her more like a man. He’s controlling, manipulative. But he keeps his agenda, full of social meetings and lies. And he’s got good connections - many of which will decide her future…
A sound, a cry, a curse. It’s a sign.
Son of a bitch, he’s taking advantage again - the kind that is taken on a mother, a woman who doesn’t have the strength to fight back.
Megan can’t stand it. She’s spent the entire week trying to make him stop, but of course, she’s too young and she doesn’t have the right to be taken into consideration.
“Megan! Come here, right now!” his father’s voice calls. He’s heard her at the door.
She has to run away.
Maybe her mother decides that it’s fine for him to control her life, but Megan won’t let him do the same. She owns her every breath and move.
So she breaks out. She walks away from the door and takes a short-cut to her special place. At least this little vacation could provide her a place to hide.
There’s too much sun. Almost blinded, she lifts her hands, covers her face and runs faster.
Some of her hairs lighten, become golden as the sun bathes all shapes. This street has lemon trees on both sides… She’s picked up the wrong road. She’s been here before, collecting memories of the multiple times she’s tried to be successful at becoming a run-away.
Shadows playing with the light don’t soothe her mind. It’s like seeing the real world, it’s like forgetting about all the goals others have decided for her. It’s like feeling safe, in the middle of a crowd… but a fourteen-year-old shouldn’t be doing this.
Yet it’s the only way for her to escape the madness, the screams, the harsh words, the complaints, the demands.
She’ll never be good enough. His father wants more and more and even more, and she will never be satisfying enough as a woman. She’s so sick and tired of trying to become the son he never had, just to see him refuse every intention of her to follow her dreams.
The trees are disappearing from her view. She finds a spot, a little street to the right, but curses when she finds a dead end - an alley with one last big lemon tree. Hearing the voice of the enemy, she hides behind it, even if she knows they won’t make her disappear from view. She holds on to her last chance - the chance of him not finding her and pulling her hair. That’s the kind of punishment she deserves, he always says.
Breathing hard, her heart is pounding hard from anger and impotence. Yet she manages to look down and wait for the well known outcome.
There he comes, her father to drag her home. But not for long.
Not for long.
The aftermath of the yellow lemon tree nightmare is one of the things Megan hates the most. This time, she runs one hand over her forehead, finds sweat, and curses.
Looking down, she notices that she’s fallen asleep with a criminology book in her hands. On her couch. Again. Lifting the book from her lap, something slides out of it, and she catches it in a reflex before it touches the floor.
That something makes her remember what her mind was going through before her eyes decided to rest for a while. A photo from the old times - she and her old man, smiling beside a lemon tree. A neighbor took it; he was passing by when he discovered father and daughter in the middle of a fight, and of course, Mr. Reeves tried to play the perfect, happy family.
The worst part is that this is so common today. She’s seen it so many times because of her job. Even today, such lies exist.
But personally, she’s conquered them all.