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Part 15
You guys have it the lotto. lol. Here is another peice its rather short it's just so I can get the story moving along.
Sitting in an old wooden chair looking out the window was not something Alex Cabot did regularly. But the times change and do people and it was quickly becoming a habit. A habit which she practiced quite regularly since sharing that moment with Olivia a few months back.
The morning sun had risen to the highest peek in the sky as the clock read noon on the wall to her left. The detective had yet to call and she was worried. Since the detective had left an inkling feeling had settled in the pit of her stomach. An inkling feeling she quickly disliked.
The house phone made itself present for the first time in hours. She quickly answered the phone without bothering to glance at the caller ID.
"Hey you. I've been waiting for your call." She spoke into the phone in a slow breathy tone. One that she knew Olivia loved.
"Really? Alexandra you never cease to amaze me." Came a low grumble of a voice belonging to a man she utterly disliked, through the phone.
"Well now that I know who it is. No, not really. Who gave you my number?" she spat at the phone with complete disgust as her blue eyes narrowed.
"Now, now sweetie. Is that anyway to speak to your husband. And if you must know it was your father." He could hear the low growl coming from Alex and continued. "Yea. He seems to think its time for you to come home. Back to me."
"I will do no such thing. You knew the moment you laid a hand on me." She spit back.
"Oh c'mon. It was..."
"Don't say once. Don't you dare. Because it wasn't once, nor twice, nor three times...I was such an idiot. Mark you never loved me."
He scoffed. "Oh please, Alexandra, its what husband's do. We have to do something to keep you ladies in place."
Alex sat there looking at her reflection on the glass window. Her mouth was agape with Mark's last comment. How can a man think such stupidities and still be taken seriously by his peers? She had nothing further to say to the poor excuse of a man. She slammed the phone down.
Marks games were over.
You guys have it the lotto. lol. Here is another peice its rather short it's just so I can get the story moving along.
Sitting in an old wooden chair looking out the window was not something Alex Cabot did regularly. But the times change and do people and it was quickly becoming a habit. A habit which she practiced quite regularly since sharing that moment with Olivia a few months back.
The morning sun had risen to the highest peek in the sky as the clock read noon on the wall to her left. The detective had yet to call and she was worried. Since the detective had left an inkling feeling had settled in the pit of her stomach. An inkling feeling she quickly disliked.
The house phone made itself present for the first time in hours. She quickly answered the phone without bothering to glance at the caller ID.
"Hey you. I've been waiting for your call." She spoke into the phone in a slow breathy tone. One that she knew Olivia loved.
"Really? Alexandra you never cease to amaze me." Came a low grumble of a voice belonging to a man she utterly disliked, through the phone.
"Well now that I know who it is. No, not really. Who gave you my number?" she spat at the phone with complete disgust as her blue eyes narrowed.
"Now, now sweetie. Is that anyway to speak to your husband. And if you must know it was your father." He could hear the low growl coming from Alex and continued. "Yea. He seems to think its time for you to come home. Back to me."
"I will do no such thing. You knew the moment you laid a hand on me." She spit back.
"Oh c'mon. It was..."
"Don't say once. Don't you dare. Because it wasn't once, nor twice, nor three times...I was such an idiot. Mark you never loved me."
He scoffed. "Oh please, Alexandra, its what husband's do. We have to do something to keep you ladies in place."
Alex sat there looking at her reflection on the glass window. Her mouth was agape with Mark's last comment. How can a man think such stupidities and still be taken seriously by his peers? She had nothing further to say to the poor excuse of a man. She slammed the phone down.
Marks games were over.