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Post by julian on Oct 20, 2010 21:40:51 GMT -5
Damn, he really did hate how slow his brain was working. Julian squinted at the woman, practically gluing his eyes to her lips as he did his best to process what she was saying. Okay, so his previous question about her knowing his name; she wasn’t too comfortable answering it. The doctor held in a cringe as he thought about why that was so. God…what if Junior did something horrible? What if he’d tried to hurt her…or, worse yet, killed someone? He felt sick to his stomach for a reason other than the pounding in his head, squeezing his eyes shut as if to blot out the night.
“My wallet…yes, that makes sense,” He murmured absently, rubbing at his aching temples. He gave himself a minute, taking a few grounding steps while trying to stop the world from spinning around him.
Maybe it was a good thing that he rarely woke up when Billy was in control. Though…in those instances, he’d forced his way to the surface. This…this was almost as if he’d been pulled from that deep, dark place in his mind that he was forced to hide in when his other half was out to play. What had caused such a radical shift? And what would become of their agreement?
This time, he couldn’t hide the shiver of foreboding that crawled up his spine. Billy was going to be very angry for losing his night out…and Daddy was going to be the one to pay for it.
When the woman spoke again, Julian forced himself back to reality. “You shouldn’t be the one to apologize,” He said, taking her hand gently in his. He gave it a little shake, then immediately let her go, rubbing a hand along his jaw. “It’s very nice to meet you, Mrs. Colasonti. I…if I’ve caused you any trouble tonight, you have my sincerest apologies.”
Pausing, he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes slightly while he focused his gaze on her face. “Actually, I’m surprised that you aren’t calling the police, or running away screaming.”
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