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Don't spoil me! I had to clean all day on Sunday, so I only caught bits and pieces of the eppy. I'm hoping to catch one of the reruns, but here's the next part of Involuntary. Part 2, I believe.
Her head pounds with the screams of a thousand desperate people, her heart beats with the hatred she sees in his eyes. She tries
"This son of a bitch let her son, her daughter and about 8 of her nieces and nephews get murdered and he didn't lift a FINGER!"
He slams him against the wall, with a look of total disgust. His voice thick with the accent left over from Rwanda, the man speaks slowly and carefully.
"I regret her death as much as I regret the others."
The wall grunts under the pressure as the angered agent drives the man further up his new paint job. His teeth grind with the effort and his eyes are filled with enough fury to fuel the Running of the Bulls.
"Yeah, well that doesn't change what you did!"
She knows it's finally time to act. She grabs his arm with a mixture of patience, firmness and care. In his rage, he is like a child and he needs to be told to stop ... firmly. She grips his arm harder, hoping it'll get the signal across. She speaks into his ear and all she feels is the need in her heart to stop this man from hurting another. The need to protect another man, however not innocent he may be, from a man she's learnt to handle over months of caring, shaping support.
"Let him go Tom. Let him go now."
Her eyes averted, she keeps a steady grip on his arm, the other hand disappearing to his shoulder, and leads him away.
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She sits on the couch, her legs pulled up and her arm wrapped angerily around the pillow. Her mother's voice calls from the kitchen but she doesn't move. She is filled with anger but she doesn't want to hurt her mother with her words. She knows if she says anything, she would.
"Maia? Come on, you can't ignore me. I doubt you can hold on until your 18." Her mother's bored voice drifts closer as a pair of petite stocking feet pad across the floor. The older woman sits down on the ottoman in front of her. Dark hair pulled up into wavy strands on top of her head, Maia's mother Diana looks at her through dark eyes.
"You know what she did was wrong. She used you, she exploited you."
Maia's hate filled voice is sharp with an edge to it. She wants to prove to her mother that kicking her only aunt out of the house was a bad mistake. She wants to show her mother the world she's living in and bring her around to reality. But she can't bring herself to hate her mother, however wrong she may be. She still loves her with all of her heart, no matter what she's gone and done.
"She said she was sorry."
Shaking her head, Maia's mother tries to prove her point. As she does in the office, she does in front of her daughter. A phrase she's said before pops into her mind.
Stop being the grown-up in the family, Maia.
"That doesn't solve it though. I just can't have her around you anymore."
Her mother doesn't get it, and she tries again.
"We don't have a big family! We just can't kick her out like that!"
Why must I deal with all of this alone? First the Rwanda genocide debate with Tom, then a debate with my daughter about my own sister ... what's next?
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She walks across the street, in front of the large public bus. Walking forward still, she comes to sit down on a graffiti-covered bench a few feet from a trash-littered curb. Disgusting, truly disgusting. She looks to the side of her, smiling slowly at the brunette haired woman. The other woman speaks softly, blinking through the light shower.
"How did you find me?"
She smirks up into her sisters eyes. She's always been able to find April. Ever since she was a kid. "Sometimes it's good to have a daughter that knows things." She sighs and puts a small, round silver box on her sister's knee. April looks at it in amazement before picking it up. "You bought Mom's ring back from the pawn shop ..." it's as if she was mystified by her sister's spending account. "I still believe Mom gave it to me because she thought it was the only way I could get one." She looks off to the left, sighing.
Unless Tom ....
She shakes her head, mystified by her thoughts. What is she thinking? Why is she thinking that anyways? It wasn't like there could be anything between her and Tom. Not liked she wished it ...
You know you like-
She interuppts her own thoughts by turning back to her sister. "But that's another therapy session. Someday ..." She stands up, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. Her voice is thick and full of emotion. "Someday she'll wear that ring to her own wedding ... and, and .... I hope you two know each other again by then." Her smile weak, she walks away while she can. Leaning against her car, she puts her head on her arm and let the tears soak her sleeve.
If only you were here to make things better....
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Driving home, a song plays across the radio. A song that Diana knows all too well. Parking outside her home, she pauses to listen to the words and realizes how much they correspond to her life. A million jobs, a million hats, a million places in life and one body too small to handle it all. The DJ indentifies the singer as Michelle Branch, the song "Leap of Faith".
One less call to answer,
feeling full of despair,
don't think I can get through it,
just one last prayer.
*And it's a leap of faith,
when you believe there's someone out there,
it's a leap of faith when you believe that someone cares, oh,
and when I call out to you,
will you be right there,
right there.
Searching for the answer,
nobody seems to care,
Oh how I wish that you were here,
beside me,
to wipe away my tears.
*And it's a leap of faith,
when you believe there's someone out there,
it's a leap of faith when you believe that someone cares, oh,
and when I call out to you,
will you be right there,
right there.
Waiting for the answer,
remembering times we would share,
somehow I feel you here beside me,
even though your not there.
*And it's a leap of faith,
when you believe there's someone out there,
it's a leap of faith when you believe that someone cares, oh,
and when I call out to you,
will you be right there-
[Bridge:]
Right there---
And I'll be waiting by the window for your smile to come through,
and I'll be waiting in the darkness when I call out to you,
and I'll remember when you told me,
I could trust in you-
*And it's a leap of faith,
when you believe there's someone out there,
it's a leap of faith when you believe that someone cares, oh,
and when I call out to you,
will you be right there-
It's a leap of faith,
and I believe that you are out there,
it's a leap of faith and I believe you truly care, oh,
and when I call out to you,
I know you'll be right there,
right there,
and it's a leap of faith.
*Finale*