Drabble -- For RP application
For an RP app.
I just want to leave this nightmare and never return. Tucking the round paper sack underneath her arm, she locked her door with a sigh. She set the tall bottle down on the dusty counter and flipped on the kitchen light. Step stool in front of her, she mounted the silent stool as she fought for the very top cupboard, finally settling on an old crystal wine glass. CLACK! The door slammed shut as Anna hopped down from the stool to scavenge around the remains of her apartment.
Bingo. She grinned wryly, popping the cork out of the cheap bottle of Merlot as she tipped it into her glass. The dark ocean of forbidden juices splashed and sputtered around the fragile container. She watched bemusedly, green eyes glazing over.
At least no one's around to judge... Swishing the essence of her past, her shoulders slumped as she finally gave in. Sighing, she brought the poison to her lips and sucked down every last drop. This was the one thing she kept to herself. No one knew. Not Alison. Not her partners. Not Logan...
Shit. Mike knew. He always knew about it. She would just have to pray he didn't come looking for her. Filling the glass once more, she set it down on the table. Sprawled out on her couch, Anna reached for the glass once more. How could she have forgotten?
"How's the Merlot?" Leaning against the wall, Mike grinned. Arching an eyebrow, he crossed the room only to plop himself on the ratty leather couch next to Anna. "You told me you didn't drink." Prying her fingers from the glass, he brought it to his lips to sample before setting it on the table. "Because your dad was an alcoholic."
There were invisible tears blazing trails down her face behind the auburn forest shielding her from Mike's intense gaze. "I don't... I just- only drink an occasional glass of wine when things get- I don't know- bad." Her voice trailed off as she began loudly popping her knuckles. Strong, warm hands suddenly encompassed her own, prompting her to elaborate. "Vincent- dad- always loved rum. I was so used to it, so when he started giving me wine at the holidays... it became my vice. But then I started drinking it too much... and Adrian was only 9... He had spilled his crayons on the floor and I tripped over them. I-I broke Vincent's expensive rum bottle and he beat me that night. I was so angry at Adrian that I... I-I hit him. And I hit him- again, and again, and again... He was so scared... after that, I vowed never to touch the stuff. But when it gets to the point I want to- to cut- I drink a glass or two. But only in solitude. That way no one gets hurt..."
Poison. That's what it was, and she knew it. But she didn't care anymore. It just hurt too much. The poison was calling, screaming her name. Time to give in. She was too busy ingesting the venom licking at her senses that she didn't hear him lock, bolt, and chain the door behind him.
"How's the Merlot?" His voice was gruff, intense, and dripping with concern. Tossing his jacket aside as was the usual ritual, Mike crossed the room, yanking off his tie before dropping next to Anna.
"How'd you know I was here?" She groaned, sliding the glass on the table as if preparing for a fight. "And if you say, you live here, I'll kill you." He could practically see Anna's eyes rolling to the back of her head as her bangs fell forward.
"Alison. I asked her where you were and when she heard you weren't at the bar she said you'd be here. You're drinking... what happened?" Brows knit and voice stern, he reached across to tuck Anna's bangs behind her ear, spotting dried tears lining her face.
"We were working on this case- a 12-year-old girl was raped by her dad and when we lost him on a technicality, she-" Pausing, she brought her hands to her head in defeat. She was taken aback when Mike had pried her hands away, pulling her into his warm body as his arms wrapped around her stomach. Lacing his fingers through hers, he planted a soft kiss on the top of her head. "She went to his office and she... she shot him- point blank- didn't even bother to get rid of the evidence. Novak wants to indict her for murder, but..." Merlot dampening her voice, Anna exhaled sharply as she buried her face in the crook of Mike's neck. Opening the flood gates, she screamed into her partner's shoulder. Every demon she had was pushing its way into her sorrow and escaping in the ocean of her torment.
"Its okay, Anna. It's gonna be okay..." Mike's arms pulled her in tighter, protecting her from everything. He planted a soft kiss on her temple and gave her hands a reassuring squeeze to remind her that he was there- offering protection from the demons haunting her at night- and he would be her escape.
[I’m feeling|
Tired ]
[Current Addiction:| NYPD Blue
I just want to leave this nightmare and never return. Tucking the round paper sack underneath her arm, she locked her door with a sigh. She set the tall bottle down on the dusty counter and flipped on the kitchen light. Step stool in front of her, she mounted the silent stool as she fought for the very top cupboard, finally settling on an old crystal wine glass. CLACK! The door slammed shut as Anna hopped down from the stool to scavenge around the remains of her apartment.
Bingo. She grinned wryly, popping the cork out of the cheap bottle of Merlot as she tipped it into her glass. The dark ocean of forbidden juices splashed and sputtered around the fragile container. She watched bemusedly, green eyes glazing over.
At least no one's around to judge... Swishing the essence of her past, her shoulders slumped as she finally gave in. Sighing, she brought the poison to her lips and sucked down every last drop. This was the one thing she kept to herself. No one knew. Not Alison. Not her partners. Not Logan...
Shit. Mike knew. He always knew about it. She would just have to pray he didn't come looking for her. Filling the glass once more, she set it down on the table. Sprawled out on her couch, Anna reached for the glass once more. How could she have forgotten?
"How's the Merlot?" Leaning against the wall, Mike grinned. Arching an eyebrow, he crossed the room only to plop himself on the ratty leather couch next to Anna. "You told me you didn't drink." Prying her fingers from the glass, he brought it to his lips to sample before setting it on the table. "Because your dad was an alcoholic."
There were invisible tears blazing trails down her face behind the auburn forest shielding her from Mike's intense gaze. "I don't... I just- only drink an occasional glass of wine when things get- I don't know- bad." Her voice trailed off as she began loudly popping her knuckles. Strong, warm hands suddenly encompassed her own, prompting her to elaborate. "Vincent- dad- always loved rum. I was so used to it, so when he started giving me wine at the holidays... it became my vice. But then I started drinking it too much... and Adrian was only 9... He had spilled his crayons on the floor and I tripped over them. I-I broke Vincent's expensive rum bottle and he beat me that night. I was so angry at Adrian that I... I-I hit him. And I hit him- again, and again, and again... He was so scared... after that, I vowed never to touch the stuff. But when it gets to the point I want to- to cut- I drink a glass or two. But only in solitude. That way no one gets hurt..."
Poison. That's what it was, and she knew it. But she didn't care anymore. It just hurt too much. The poison was calling, screaming her name. Time to give in. She was too busy ingesting the venom licking at her senses that she didn't hear him lock, bolt, and chain the door behind him.
"How's the Merlot?" His voice was gruff, intense, and dripping with concern. Tossing his jacket aside as was the usual ritual, Mike crossed the room, yanking off his tie before dropping next to Anna.
"How'd you know I was here?" She groaned, sliding the glass on the table as if preparing for a fight. "And if you say, you live here, I'll kill you." He could practically see Anna's eyes rolling to the back of her head as her bangs fell forward.
"Alison. I asked her where you were and when she heard you weren't at the bar she said you'd be here. You're drinking... what happened?" Brows knit and voice stern, he reached across to tuck Anna's bangs behind her ear, spotting dried tears lining her face.
"We were working on this case- a 12-year-old girl was raped by her dad and when we lost him on a technicality, she-" Pausing, she brought her hands to her head in defeat. She was taken aback when Mike had pried her hands away, pulling her into his warm body as his arms wrapped around her stomach. Lacing his fingers through hers, he planted a soft kiss on the top of her head. "She went to his office and she... she shot him- point blank- didn't even bother to get rid of the evidence. Novak wants to indict her for murder, but..." Merlot dampening her voice, Anna exhaled sharply as she buried her face in the crook of Mike's neck. Opening the flood gates, she screamed into her partner's shoulder. Every demon she had was pushing its way into her sorrow and escaping in the ocean of her torment.
"Its okay, Anna. It's gonna be okay..." Mike's arms pulled her in tighter, protecting her from everything. He planted a soft kiss on her temple and gave her hands a reassuring squeeze to remind her that he was there- offering protection from the demons haunting her at night- and he would be her escape.
[I’m feeling|
Tired ]
[Current Addiction:| NYPD Blue