Sunday January 22nd Day Damn 3
Begins with a welp and ends with the welpiest of welps that ever welp. The dawn is the day that conceals the barest hope as the aftermath of action. This story like all others bares the mark of what has been and what is surely to come.
Excerpt from Shuttered Vision. Expected Release April 2017
“Ok Mr. Abrams.” Cody started tartly. “You don’t have my blessing yet but I won’t
actively stand in the way.” Cody declared.
Colan looked at him. “Why not?” He asked. “I thought you were
still at camp StayAwayFromHer.”
Cody laughed. “I was. And trust me this FBI cluster is still
pending investigation for me. So is the questionable decision to take her out
after what she’d been through. I know though that you had things to do and
seeing you after she was attacked I know you couldn’t let her out of your
sight.”
Colan nodded cowed a bit.
Cody paused as he looked out at Fiona. “Damned if I can’t
admit it though she’s blooming.” He said simply. He put down the glass he was holding and
looked at Colan intently. “You did something with her today that I’ve never
seen before.”
Interested Colan looked at Cody. He tilted his head and
asked, “Which is?”
Cody mimicked the gesture of holding his hands open as he had
watched them do with each other. “Even as angry as you were, and you were Oklahoma
redneck pissed, you didn’t disrespect her agency. You still took the time to
ask for permission to touch her.” Cody paused his demeanor darkening as he
continued, “I’m not going to go over some of the less savory aspects of her
sexual history with you. That’s something for her to decide to share with you
if you two get there.” He shook his head slightly. “As the person she turns to
and usually bares her soul to I tell you that alone is very impactful. You want
me on your team you keep that up.”
Colan listened to what Cody was saying and the hint of
someone taking advantage of Fiona had made him see red for a few minutes. He
almost missed how Cody ended his speech. He looked out at Fiona on the phone
with her mother.
She painted in jeans and shorts. She liked dresses though. Pretty frilly
flirty sundresses. The one she was wearing now looked perfect for a beach. The
way the sun and ocean were positioned behind her was almost a perfect ad to
sell the dress. It was a blue and green handkerchief dress that teased her
curves, lifted and settled on the wind. Her hair was braided. She hadn’t had
time to really deal with it and she slept with it braided. Her skin was a brilliant deep bronze sun
kissed and glowing. Her face was serious but cracked into a smile often as she
spoke to her mother. He watched those full lovely lips move and his heart
flipped at the flash of white between her lips when she smiled.
Then he thought about the ugliness he had witnessed. He
thought about how she retreated from physical contact almost immediately when
the spell of their intimacy was broken. He thought about how she had not
complained later about being sore after the officer had assaulted her. Not a
single grumble. He thought about how she had frozen when he had first kissed
her any idea of sexual desire ripped away by pure fear.
He thought about how Cody was never physically forward with
her even though he was big enough. Even after the attack he hadn’t run to her
and grabbed her. He had stood back called to her and let her come to him. It
was the actions of a man used to dealing with someone who needed extra care
from experienced trauma.
“She’s been sexually assaulted.” Colan practically whispered.
Cody looked at him wondering how this man had gotten so far
understanding so little. “Colan, she’s a woman.”
Colan looked at Cody and was taken aback by the way he said
the statement she’s a woman. It reminded him of him yelling at him about
remembering she was black. The unmentioned rules behind those statements
becoming clear. In this equation expecting to be treated a certain way by
people based on race was expected. Sexual assault was so common for women that
it was to be assumed that just by dent of being a woman she had experienced
sexual assault.
Colan felt his reality warping a bit and he put a hand to his
forehead. His mind stretching as he saw
scenes in movies that pushed the idea the narrative of taking women. Doing what
you wanted with them as objects and accessories. Seeing himself suggesting more aggression and
pushing for rape plot devices.
Cody watched him and called to him, “Colan are you ok?”
Colan took a few deep breaths and focused on Fiona. Not her
pain but on her. He waved Cody off as
his mind started to settle guilt flooding through him. “I’m ok.” He bit out.
He focused and looked outside at her. He had thought after
the attack what a miracle a survived life was. Now he stared at her in a new
mystified awe. She carried so much. How
did she manage? He remembered her declaration. No rest for the weary. She had
to manage because this was the world she lived in. It was either survive or
die. She didn’t have time for his sensibilities and his laziness in regards to
understanding why she had to be how she was. She was living breathing walking
inspiration. The day was long and she had many to reach.
“Goddess.” Colan breathed. “I asked her before what she was. I left out the one she is.”
Cody put a hand on his shoulder. “You’re slow but you’re
getting there.”
