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"O-oh?" Just a moment ago, the room was full of warmth, Dahlia felt like she had hit some sort of jackpot when she got to see her kitten again, and for that brief moment, all was well. However, Dean mentioned that they had to talk, and that's when it all changed. Dahlia was a little worried, maybe Dean would have to bring Shoe back home tomorrow, or maybe he had forgotten to get something from her apartment? Whatever it was, Dahlia was certain nothing could take away from the happiness she felt when her normally surly cat began nuzzling her. Dahlia was wrong.
"You. Wait. You're done?" Dahlia looked at Dean like she didn't believe him at first, but from what little she knew of him, she knew Dean Reyez wasn't a man to make jokes. "Y-you're leaving? Like that?" Dahlia said, in a bout of disbelief. If her expression made her look like a scorned lover who had walked in on an affair, the sinking feeling she felt inside was much worse. Suddenly uniting with Shoe felt a little too much like a final meeting, she couldn't find the words.
For a few moments the silence hung in the air between the two, Dahlia was too shocked to speak, and Dean had dismissed her and her fight like it was nothing, like she was nothing. A flurry of emotions flew through her, but the one she felt most was anger, or maybe even hatred. Her eyes hung on Dean's for a painfully long while as she relived the past two days. She had told him everything. Everything. Dahlia hadn't even told Evelyn about their uncle, her sister had found out with the rest of their school. Now she was supposed to spill out her guts again? For a moment, Dahlia thought Dean had been in her corner, but despite all the kindness she could never believe that now. She wanted to scream, she wanted to call him far worse than an "asshole."
"O-okay. Thank you, Dean, for all you've done. I'm gonna hold Shoe now, if that's okay," Dahlia said, despite the fact Dean had already given her permission. She stepped outside and pulled her cat out of the carrier, she tried to be strong in front of the Officer, she didn't want him scoffing at her, the strength vanished when she looked her purring kitten in his eyes. "Baby, baby. Why?" Dahlia asked the cat like he would have some answer, but he looked as quizzically perplexed as she did. Dahlia knew she could be frustrating, was she too much for Dean to put up with? And, oh God. Evelyn was at her apartment? She wasn't supposed to be there. Dahlia knew that five minutes of Evelyn acting ugly was enough to turn somebody off the Harper family for years, had that been the case?
But it was too late to ask anything now. Dahlia sat in that hallway for well over an hour, with occasional knocks to let Dean know she hadn't ran off. Her thoughts were poison to her at the moment; if Dean and the FBI couldn't help her, who could? Sure, there was another cop somewhere who would take her case, Dean had said; but it killed Dahlia to consider her life an unpleasant burden being passed around, her life was all she had. The more she thought, the more she realized she couldn't simply walk away like Dean could, the more she realized this may be the last night she spent a "free" woman. Dahlia took a deep breath, and opened the door, stepping back inside with an expression as cold as ice.
"I can't fight anymore, Dean. I'm sorry," Dahlia said almost immediately after walking back in, and placing Shoe back in his carrier. She felt broken, her voice fell to an uncharacteristic, stuttering mess, and she couldn't look Dean in the eyes even though she sat in front of him. "Tell Mister Van Bly I'm sorry. Tell the women he wanted to help I'm sorry. I'm sorry Dean. I can't do it anymore. Bring me in tomorrow, or tonight. Do what you have to do." Dahlia mentioned the hardest part of her decision in passing: the fact Roy would get away with this. She felt like she could kill him herself if she had the chance, but now it felt like the chance would never come. It wouldn't.
Dahlia sat at the table across from Dean and his dinner and his beer, her eyes lingered on the beer a little longer than it should have, and Dahlia shrugged. "Can I have one of those?" She asked him hopefully. "This is probably my last night making any decision on my own. You'll be done with me tomorrow. I think I've put up with enough shit in twenty-seven years to warrant a drink, huh?"
"You. Wait. You're done?" Dahlia looked at Dean like she didn't believe him at first, but from what little she knew of him, she knew Dean Reyez wasn't a man to make jokes. "Y-you're leaving? Like that?" Dahlia said, in a bout of disbelief. If her expression made her look like a scorned lover who had walked in on an affair, the sinking feeling she felt inside was much worse. Suddenly uniting with Shoe felt a little too much like a final meeting, she couldn't find the words.
For a few moments the silence hung in the air between the two, Dahlia was too shocked to speak, and Dean had dismissed her and her fight like it was nothing, like she was nothing. A flurry of emotions flew through her, but the one she felt most was anger, or maybe even hatred. Her eyes hung on Dean's for a painfully long while as she relived the past two days. She had told him everything. Everything. Dahlia hadn't even told Evelyn about their uncle, her sister had found out with the rest of their school. Now she was supposed to spill out her guts again? For a moment, Dahlia thought Dean had been in her corner, but despite all the kindness she could never believe that now. She wanted to scream, she wanted to call him far worse than an "asshole."
"O-okay. Thank you, Dean, for all you've done. I'm gonna hold Shoe now, if that's okay," Dahlia said, despite the fact Dean had already given her permission. She stepped outside and pulled her cat out of the carrier, she tried to be strong in front of the Officer, she didn't want him scoffing at her, the strength vanished when she looked her purring kitten in his eyes. "Baby, baby. Why?" Dahlia asked the cat like he would have some answer, but he looked as quizzically perplexed as she did. Dahlia knew she could be frustrating, was she too much for Dean to put up with? And, oh God. Evelyn was at her apartment? She wasn't supposed to be there. Dahlia knew that five minutes of Evelyn acting ugly was enough to turn somebody off the Harper family for years, had that been the case?
But it was too late to ask anything now. Dahlia sat in that hallway for well over an hour, with occasional knocks to let Dean know she hadn't ran off. Her thoughts were poison to her at the moment; if Dean and the FBI couldn't help her, who could? Sure, there was another cop somewhere who would take her case, Dean had said; but it killed Dahlia to consider her life an unpleasant burden being passed around, her life was all she had. The more she thought, the more she realized she couldn't simply walk away like Dean could, the more she realized this may be the last night she spent a "free" woman. Dahlia took a deep breath, and opened the door, stepping back inside with an expression as cold as ice.
"I can't fight anymore, Dean. I'm sorry," Dahlia said almost immediately after walking back in, and placing Shoe back in his carrier. She felt broken, her voice fell to an uncharacteristic, stuttering mess, and she couldn't look Dean in the eyes even though she sat in front of him. "Tell Mister Van Bly I'm sorry. Tell the women he wanted to help I'm sorry. I'm sorry Dean. I can't do it anymore. Bring me in tomorrow, or tonight. Do what you have to do." Dahlia mentioned the hardest part of her decision in passing: the fact Roy would get away with this. She felt like she could kill him herself if she had the chance, but now it felt like the chance would never come. It wouldn't.
Dahlia sat at the table across from Dean and his dinner and his beer, her eyes lingered on the beer a little longer than it should have, and Dahlia shrugged. "Can I have one of those?" She asked him hopefully. "This is probably my last night making any decision on my own. You'll be done with me tomorrow. I think I've put up with enough shit in twenty-seven years to warrant a drink, huh?"