Him?
She was nauseous. From the tip of her toes to the frizzy hair on her head, hair she desperately brushed at with her fingers in attempt to keep her hands busy doing anything other than shaking. Lauren couldn't breathe, the intense pain in her chest spread to her abdomen and she braced herself against anything she could, teeth biting down on lip as she keeled over and tried to take deep breaths, waiting outside the coffee shop.
She could have tried and ignored the persistent calls forever but Lauren just had to go and listen to the messages, the ones that said they were ready to bring her in, have her ID a face. When she finally got up enough courage to talk to them on the phone the man had told her she'd find closure, that it was almost over; Lauren did everything she could not to scoff over the phone. The scars on her face were gone, little scabs easily covered by makeup, the gash on her arm left a swollen raw scar that she'd gotten stitches replaced in a week ago, it too was easy to cover up with a long sleeve, sweater or jacket. The pain between her legs had grew dull and she no longer wept at every noise around her, but when she closed her eyes...every night as she lay in bed, covers wrapped under her feet and blankets pulled to her chin she saw the face and so she stared, she stared at the ceiling keeping eyes open as long as she could. Some nights she stared without drifting off, others she found herself soundly asleep only to wake screaming in the middle of the night.
Closure, he'd said. Putting this man behind bars would give her closure--and yes, maybe it would, but that pep in her step...that drive that had gotten her to the EP seat of ACN Morning...that was gone and Lauren wasn't sure she'd ever get that back--and with that she agreed to come in, but she caved and admitted that she couldn't do it alone. She didn't want to. So breathless and uncomfortable, she waited for Hadley.










