Post by Lieutenant Eden Nivans on Apr 26, 2019 18:22:20 GMT -8
"I... "Wow."
Eden shrugged, not to dismiss anything, but because she didn't know how else to react. "I haven't told anyone that really, but I want you to know that I know the oven's hot 'cause I've touched it. Not to compare, or make you feel bad."
It felt good to say it. Maybe now someone would know that there was soul behind the smile, that it was work sometimes, not just an automatic reaction because she was born a saint.
"Try that now."
She nodded and tried things his way and it paid off. Now she had to do it a thousand more times.
"What...what did your father do to the others... to you?
Now that was a question no one had ever asked her before.
"I think Micah would look like a goat in the pepper patch if I told too much of his side of things. It's ain't for me to tell."
She tried the kick again, mindful of Victor's instructions. This time she hit harder, with more confidence.
"Mostly he was mean. Everything bad was my fault because I was a girl, a little Delilah he hated. I started homeschooling so I could take care of Gideon'n seeing me around all day made him mad. He'd break or lock the replicator so we couldn't eat. If I cried he made me hold my arms straight out until I stopped, or he racked out." It was a random laundry list plucked from memory.
"One time I was helping him up the stairs and that pissed him off so he shoved me down to the floor all the way from the landing and tried to spit at me. I think the worst part was that people could probably see the struggle in our eyes and decided they ought to mind their own business, or not ask questions because they were afraid of what the reaction would be, or that maybe this pack of wild kids would become their responsibility.
"I mean, would it be so bad to struggle for a minute to make someone else's life better?" Her tone made it clear that she didn't think so. Her whole career made it clear.
"And who is doin' that for you? It ain't my business and I can't make a horse drink, especially if the horse is you," she dropped her stance and gave him a very serious look from the other side of the bag. "Just sayin' that I'm volunteering because how you feel matters to me, good, bad, or whatever. You got me talkin' enough, I'm ready to listen."
TAG: Commander Victor Roman
Eden shrugged, not to dismiss anything, but because she didn't know how else to react. "I haven't told anyone that really, but I want you to know that I know the oven's hot 'cause I've touched it. Not to compare, or make you feel bad."
It felt good to say it. Maybe now someone would know that there was soul behind the smile, that it was work sometimes, not just an automatic reaction because she was born a saint.
"Try that now."
She nodded and tried things his way and it paid off. Now she had to do it a thousand more times.
"What...what did your father do to the others... to you?
Now that was a question no one had ever asked her before.
"I think Micah would look like a goat in the pepper patch if I told too much of his side of things. It's ain't for me to tell."
She tried the kick again, mindful of Victor's instructions. This time she hit harder, with more confidence.
"Mostly he was mean. Everything bad was my fault because I was a girl, a little Delilah he hated. I started homeschooling so I could take care of Gideon'n seeing me around all day made him mad. He'd break or lock the replicator so we couldn't eat. If I cried he made me hold my arms straight out until I stopped, or he racked out." It was a random laundry list plucked from memory.
"One time I was helping him up the stairs and that pissed him off so he shoved me down to the floor all the way from the landing and tried to spit at me. I think the worst part was that people could probably see the struggle in our eyes and decided they ought to mind their own business, or not ask questions because they were afraid of what the reaction would be, or that maybe this pack of wild kids would become their responsibility.
"I mean, would it be so bad to struggle for a minute to make someone else's life better?" Her tone made it clear that she didn't think so. Her whole career made it clear.
"And who is doin' that for you? It ain't my business and I can't make a horse drink, especially if the horse is you," she dropped her stance and gave him a very serious look from the other side of the bag. "Just sayin' that I'm volunteering because how you feel matters to me, good, bad, or whatever. You got me talkin' enough, I'm ready to listen."
TAG: Commander Victor Roman