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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,054
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Stigmata, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
“Oh yeah, everything is fine; Frankie had to leave the table for a little, and so I have a favor to ask you.”
‘He has a favor to ask me, the irony in that is amazing’; his mind was racing, “What kind of favor do you need?”
“I want to surprise Frankie, the whole night we’ve been talking about our wedding and I’d like to surprise her: tomorrow night at her place around 8:00, I want you to marry us.”
Without even letting the thought process in his head he replied, “Why me?”
“Well umm, because Frankie has been talking about you all night, and I figured she’d want you there and this would kill two birds with one stone,” his voice was so cheerful and snide.
(Come What May by Ewan McGregor from Moulin Rouge plays softly)
Just at that moment the steady patter of rain caught his attention, it was raining on the day he left her five years ago. Andrew just stood there watching the rain slowly fall on the sliding glass door to the balcony.
“Andrew; so what do you say?” He repeated.
“No,” he quickly replied, “No I’m sorry I can’t do it.”
Agitated Keech questioned him, “Why not! You’re going to be invited anyways and this will help us out.”
“I’m sorry Keech, I can not do it.” Andrew responded.
“That isn’t a reason, why won’t you do this for us,” Keech was furious, he was practically screaming into the phone.
“Because I’m not a priest, alright!” Andrew had lost his temper and surrendered his secret to the last person he wanted to know.
“What the hell, what is going on here,” with that last remark he hung up the phone.
Andrew just stood there for a moment pondering what had just happened, the phone next to his ear was pulsating with the dial tone. Slowly he hung up the phone, ‘what a nightmare this whole thing is turning out to be’. He returned to the bathroom and began his shower; he just stood there for a long while letting the hot water pound on his head and letting it roll down his body. ‘I need to stop living a lie, she may be in a bad relationship but she loves him, I can’t change that’. He just thought about her the whole time, about everything they did together; the first night after she was cured when they just lay together in her bed, they laid there for what seemed like hours just holding each other like it was the last time they would be together. The times when they went out to dinners and movies just things to help her get back to her normal life, she said it helped having him around, she felt safer with him there. Suddenly he heard a loud knocking on the front door, “Oh shit the pizza!” he quickly again ran out of the shower grabbing his towel and wrapping it around him, “I’ll be there in a second.”
He grabbed his wallet from the desk and ran to the door, “Ok, I’m coming,” he slowly opened the door, “Sorry I just got out of the show…” his eyes could not believe what they were seeing. There in front of him stood a completely drenched and shivering Frankie, her beautiful outfit and hair soaked, even with the rain he could see her red puffy eyes were crying.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she said in a quiet whisper, Andrew was barely able to hear her. She couldn’t even make eye contact with him she just kept looking at the floor; she could hardly keep herself from breaking down right in front of him.
“Frankie, what’s wrong?” he was trying to make eye contact with her and he wondered what had happened in that short time since he talked to Keech and the moment he opened up the door.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!” she was practically hysterical, she had screamed at the top of her lungs and started crying even harder. Just as the pizza guy walked up, “Uh, pizza for a Mister Andrew Kiernan?” the boy didn’t know what to do so he just stood there.
Andrew reached to grab Frankie by the arm, “Come here,” but she pulled away from him and entered his room.
“Don’t touch me,” she slowly stumbled into the room kicking off her shoes.
“Umm sir, that’ll be ten bucks plus tip,” gingerly the boy stood in the hallway trying to figure out what was going on.
“Here,” Andrew grabbed a twenty out of his wallet and gave it to the boy then grabbing the pizza and slamming the door on him. “Thanks,” the boy yelled as he left down the corridor.
Frankie just stood there not making any movement and the only sound she made was a soft whimper as she struggled to compose herself. Andrew placed the pizza on the table then went and grabbed a towel from the bathroom for her, “Here dry yourself off while I get dressed,” he whispered to her soothingly, she still didn’t make eye contact with him; she just took the towel off of him and wrapped it around her. Andrew made his way into the bathroom and put on a white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
He quickly reemerged with another towel for her, “Frankie,” he tried again to soothe her but again her received the same reaction as before but he didn’t stop; he continued forward, “ God Frankie, what happened?” he questioned as he gently touched her face. With the gentle touch of his hand on her face she broke, sobbing uncontrollably, leaning forward into his strong warm embrace. Both of them sunk to the floor still holding on for dear life, “its ok, shh I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”
‘He has a favor to ask me, the irony in that is amazing’; his mind was racing, “What kind of favor do you need?”
“I want to surprise Frankie, the whole night we’ve been talking about our wedding and I’d like to surprise her: tomorrow night at her place around 8:00, I want you to marry us.”
Without even letting the thought process in his head he replied, “Why me?”
“Well umm, because Frankie has been talking about you all night, and I figured she’d want you there and this would kill two birds with one stone,” his voice was so cheerful and snide.
(Come What May by Ewan McGregor from Moulin Rouge plays softly)
Just at that moment the steady patter of rain caught his attention, it was raining on the day he left her five years ago. Andrew just stood there watching the rain slowly fall on the sliding glass door to the balcony.
“Andrew; so what do you say?” He repeated.
“No,” he quickly replied, “No I’m sorry I can’t do it.”
Agitated Keech questioned him, “Why not! You’re going to be invited anyways and this will help us out.”
“I’m sorry Keech, I can not do it.” Andrew responded.
“That isn’t a reason, why won’t you do this for us,” Keech was furious, he was practically screaming into the phone.
“Because I’m not a priest, alright!” Andrew had lost his temper and surrendered his secret to the last person he wanted to know.
“What the hell, what is going on here,” with that last remark he hung up the phone.
Andrew just stood there for a moment pondering what had just happened, the phone next to his ear was pulsating with the dial tone. Slowly he hung up the phone, ‘what a nightmare this whole thing is turning out to be’. He returned to the bathroom and began his shower; he just stood there for a long while letting the hot water pound on his head and letting it roll down his body. ‘I need to stop living a lie, she may be in a bad relationship but she loves him, I can’t change that’. He just thought about her the whole time, about everything they did together; the first night after she was cured when they just lay together in her bed, they laid there for what seemed like hours just holding each other like it was the last time they would be together. The times when they went out to dinners and movies just things to help her get back to her normal life, she said it helped having him around, she felt safer with him there. Suddenly he heard a loud knocking on the front door, “Oh shit the pizza!” he quickly again ran out of the shower grabbing his towel and wrapping it around him, “I’ll be there in a second.”
He grabbed his wallet from the desk and ran to the door, “Ok, I’m coming,” he slowly opened the door, “Sorry I just got out of the show…” his eyes could not believe what they were seeing. There in front of him stood a completely drenched and shivering Frankie, her beautiful outfit and hair soaked, even with the rain he could see her red puffy eyes were crying.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she said in a quiet whisper, Andrew was barely able to hear her. She couldn’t even make eye contact with him she just kept looking at the floor; she could hardly keep herself from breaking down right in front of him.
“Frankie, what’s wrong?” he was trying to make eye contact with her and he wondered what had happened in that short time since he talked to Keech and the moment he opened up the door.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!” she was practically hysterical, she had screamed at the top of her lungs and started crying even harder. Just as the pizza guy walked up, “Uh, pizza for a Mister Andrew Kiernan?” the boy didn’t know what to do so he just stood there.
Andrew reached to grab Frankie by the arm, “Come here,” but she pulled away from him and entered his room.
“Don’t touch me,” she slowly stumbled into the room kicking off her shoes.
“Umm sir, that’ll be ten bucks plus tip,” gingerly the boy stood in the hallway trying to figure out what was going on.
“Here,” Andrew grabbed a twenty out of his wallet and gave it to the boy then grabbing the pizza and slamming the door on him. “Thanks,” the boy yelled as he left down the corridor.
Frankie just stood there not making any movement and the only sound she made was a soft whimper as she struggled to compose herself. Andrew placed the pizza on the table then went and grabbed a towel from the bathroom for her, “Here dry yourself off while I get dressed,” he whispered to her soothingly, she still didn’t make eye contact with him; she just took the towel off of him and wrapped it around her. Andrew made his way into the bathroom and put on a white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
He quickly reemerged with another towel for her, “Frankie,” he tried again to soothe her but again her received the same reaction as before but he didn’t stop; he continued forward, “ God Frankie, what happened?” he questioned as he gently touched her face. With the gentle touch of his hand on her face she broke, sobbing uncontrollably, leaning forward into his strong warm embrace. Both of them sunk to the floor still holding on for dear life, “its ok, shh I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”