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It's Quiet Uptown (Helpless, pt. 2)

(A/N I'm not one who writes angst that often, because it makes me sad.. But sometimes I enjoy writing the occasional emotional story. When I do write angst it often has a happy ending... The majority of this will be set in Burn, but some will be It's Quiet Uptown.

This is set in the same setting as Helpless, just several years later.

Enjoy :p)

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    The charge against me is a connection with one James Reynolds...

    Darkness

    My real crime is an amorous connection with his wife for a considerable time with his knowing consent.

    Darkness

    I had frequent meetings with her...

    Darkness

    Own house...

    Darkness

    Mr. Zvhal with our children being absent...

    Darkness

    Visit to his father...

    Nothing could be seen but darkness. Everything had dimmed in a way, and everything was blurry from tears. I couldn't move. I remained seated on the couch in our living room. For all I knew, this woman could have sat in the same spot I was currently.

    It disgusted me...

    I was embarrassed. I was confused. I was hurt.

    "Dad..?"

    I turned my head and the only thing that wasn't dark stood in front of me. The only person that gave me light at this point in time stood in the doorway, concern lacing his freckled face.

    "Are you okay?" He asked. I swallowed and looked down at my lap, shaking my head. I heard footsteps advance towards me, and the weight shifted beside me on the sofa. A hand was placed on my shoulder. "What's wrong?"

    There was silence for quite a long period of time before I spoke.

    "Go into my room and find the box hidden underneath the bed," I said. "Bring it to me, but don't open it." Philip nodded and rose from his seat before leaving the room. I allowed my tears to fall but refused to do anything with my cries but swallow them down painfully. I stared into the crackling fire as it flicked in every direction, heat emitting from it. It was bright, standing out against the darkness of everything else.

    Philip returned with the all to familiar box in his arms. He placed it on the table in front of me and I thanked him silently. I stood and turned to face him before pulling him close to me, hugging him tight. He returned the embrace and sighed.

    "What happened?" He asked. I only pulled away and shook my head.

    "Don't worry about it," I said with a sad smile. I placed one hand on his cheek and leaned forward to kiss his forehead. "Why don't you go and fetch some extra wood for me," I turned my gaze to the fire. "We may need some more by tonight." He nodded and turned on his heel to leave. "Oh, and Philip?" The footsteps stopped. With my eyes still on the fire I said, "Bring your siblings with you."

    "Of course, dad."

    He left.

    I stood frozen for a few moments before I turned and picked up the box ever so carefully. I walked towards the fire and sat on the floor in front of it.