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*Trigger warning *
Do not read if you can't handle talks of blood and domestic violence!
Delia hadn't mentioned the night in question. The literal fact that he was the attorney general did not help. Who would believe her he was right when he said that and if she beat him up she would look angry and crazy. Like she fell off the wagon, George told her he wouldn't press charges if they dated, and if she took him back, he wouldn't ruin her name. She wouldn't lose the only family she had and keep her job. And at first none of that mattered but then he uttered the words that were near to her heart. Her nephews. He told her that would stay unharmed and with her as long as she cooperated. That he wouldn't have them in the system if she kept her mouth shut. So she did, she took him back, not for him, but for her nephews whose mom was slowly falling off the wagon and needed her kids taken care of. She tried her best not to show she was in pain, not to show the fact that George was beating her ass.
Physically yeah, mentally of course and emotionally George was making Delia feel secure like he was the only one that cared for her and loved her and she hasn't felt this in a long time from anyone.
Delia was drowning in the pool of feelings. Uncertain and unsure feelings are misplaced and ill-represented. She was loving a man, who she shouldn't, and forgetting the one she should. Who's eyes stared at her like she was a literal masterpiece in a museum.
But to him she was. George was ruining the perfect innocence, the halo, and the wings that adorned themselves to Delia's features. She was beaten to hell and somehow she had felt like she deserved it. Only time could fix her and if not time then maybe a certain blonde with blue eyes and a birthmark above his eye. If she didn't know any better, one would say she had a case of Stockholm Syndrome.
If there is one hard thing you learn in this job, it's that, one way or the other, this day or the next, eventually... everything dies. For most people, the only thing worse than losing someone you love is knowing that, one day, you will. The 118 arrived on a call late at night to a graveyard. Delia was driving as they all jumped out in their turnout gear and walked over to Gravesite's panicked manager.
"So, we have one guy still missing?"
" Yes, it's horrible. Elisio and Stavros were preparing Mrs. Mandechek's final resting place, and they just got sucked in."
" Okay. Sir, can you tell me what happened down there?"
"I and Stavros were... digging a plot..." he coughs. "When we got pulled in. Like the grave was digging itself." Eliso wheezes as Eddie and Delia check him out while Bobby and Buck listen to what he is saying and Chim is staring at the scene before them
