Post by BoandNora-SexyLove4Ever on Sept 28, 2004 20:35:57 GMT -5
Getting past the pain- part 2
“ The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we’ve lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we’ve found each other. And maybe each time we’ve been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come. When I look at you, I see your beauty and grace and know they have grown stronger with every life you have lived. And I know that I have spent every life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine must always come together. And then, for a reason neither of us understands, we’ve been forced to say good-bye.I would love to tell you that everything will work out for us, and I promise to do all I can to make sure it does. But if we never meet again, and this is truly goodbye, I know we will see each other again in another life. We will find each other again, and maybe
the stars will have changed, and we will not only love each other in that time, but for all the times we’ve had before.”
Could it be true, she wondered? Could the words spoken in that incredibly romantic comedy really be true? They had certainly spoken to her; and she hoped
that they had also spoken to the man who was sitting beside her. DESTINY; did it truly exist? Maybe she’d never know. But she had never completely ruled it out
either. How could she when something greater than she always seems to bring her and Bo back to this spot? Adversaries; friends; lovers; husband and wife; adversaries; friends. It was a cycle that just kept on moving with no clear spot of destination. She laughed to herself as she thought about the next phase in
that cycle and then brushed it aside. Maybe they were simply meant to be just friends. Not that it was a bad thing; having Bo Buchanan as your friend was a blessing in disguise. And when she thought about it there was no way she could be anything else in this stage in her life; not when she could barely stand to
be touched by anyone. And besides… he’s engaged to someone else. Engaged… she said again as she stared across the table at the palace and saw him watching her every move. Could he tell, she wondered? Could he tell that she was fantasizing about what it would feel like to kiss him again [stopping her thoughts in
midair] but she had hadn’t she? For the first time in all her life she had done something completely selfish. She had kissed him so Gabrielle would leave and
she could spend the day with Bo instead. What had gotten into her she wondered? Why had she suddenly acted like his relationship was irrelevant? Why had she
suddenly decided to monopolize his time? Because you idiot… Because you were raped. Anything Gabrielle could go through could never
compare to that; she simply needed him more. And if he was willing to provide the support she needed… why should she turn him down? No, she was through being
the woman everyone could count on to be Good and Forgiving, and non judgmental. Why should she when it’s only gotten her a one-way ticket to hell? Now she was taking back what used to be hers…
Bo: Nora? Nora, are you Ok?
Bo was staring at Nora as she was picking on a full course meal. In all the years he had known her he had never seen her eat so much. He could tell from looking at her as he face began to flush, that she was about to make a beeline for the bathroom. After she ran for the bathroom where she proceeded to puke her guts out, she returned to the table where she balled her eyes out. Bo wasn’t sure what to do, so he just grabbed a hold of her hand and squeezed it for moral support. Other than that he just listened.
Nora: I am so tired of being afraid Bo. You see this (she pulled out the napkin, which was wrapped with kitchen knives) I carry kitchen knives with me where ever
I go now because I’m not sure I’d be able to use a gun. I still remember what you taught me Bo. And yet I’m terrified that I’ll lose it on someone who isn’t trying to do me harm. I don’t feel safe at all; sometimes I wonder if I ever will.
He pulled her into his arms and wrapped his strong arms around her. He held her so tight she knew no one would be able to get to her if they tried. He stroked
her hair as she cried until she was exhausted. He sang a lullaby to her to calm her shaking nerves and for the first time in months she felt truly protected.
Bo (looking into her eyes): Come on sweetheart… lets go home.
Nora: Thank you Bo. Thank you so much.
Bo: Everything’s going to be all right baby… I’m not going anywhere.
He helped her up off the seat and they walked off together with her resting her head on his shoulder.
They got as far as the car when Nora passed out. Bo didn’t bother to ask questions, he just drove “like a bat out of hell” all the way to the hospital.
When he carried an unconscious Nora inside, it seemed that all eyes were on the woman in his arms. Everyone had heard the gossip around town, and by now it was obvious that they all wondered whether this time she was telling the truth. Could Chicago’s “ party girl” from years past really have been raped? For Bo, there was no question at all; He just wished that the outsiders would keep their private jokes to themselves and stop sneering at a woman who was barely keeping it together. He didn’t care if Daniel Coulson was a powerful man or not; that night he made himself as small as a spider and he was going to crush him. If it was the last thing he did, he was going to make sure that he paid for what he had done to his Ex- wife. But that would have to wait….
Bo: Well are you all gonna stand there and stare or can we get a doctor in here?
Nurse (putting down her magazine): Uh… sure thing Mr. Buchanan.
Bo (sarcastically): THANK YOU!!!
Nurse: what happened?
Bo: I’m not really sure. That’s why I brought her here. She passed out.
Nurse: bring her over here. We need to get her in an examining room.
Bo [to himself]: Well DUH? I could have told you that? And I’m PAYING for this crap. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. [Out loud] Just hurry. She’s been out
for quite a while. After he laid her on the bed and watched them wheel her away he went to the phone. Nora needed help and it was time he got it for her. If he could do nothing else for her, he hoped she would remember this as being the one selfless act he had ever done. He un-crumpled the paper in his hands and dialed the foreign number. He never thought he’d have to use this, but now definitely counted as an emergency. When
he heard the voice on the other end, his heart got stuck in his throat.
Bo: Margaret Thornhart? You certainly know how to take a man’s breath away. How have you been?
Marty: [pausing] Bo? Oh My God, it’s so good to hear from you.
Bo: Your taking good care of that daughter of yours I hope.
Marty: She’s a real fighter like her dad. But I love every minute that I have with her. [Pause] Motherhood certainly agrees with me.
Bo: Good to hear it. And Patrick?
Marty: Penny has got him wrapped around her little finger. And he’s started writing again… but he wishes he could come home. We miss you so much. All of
you. [Pause] listen Bo… I happen to know that my husband gave you this number for emergencies, and I have a feeling this isn’t a social call.
Bo: You have no idea how much I wish it were… Have you been watching the news much?
Marty: What happened? We don’t get much news down here… especially since we’re in hiding. Please tell me that everyone’s ok?
Bo (wiping the tears from his face): It’s Nora…
Marty (feeling a sudden sense of panic): OH GOD…is she?
Bo: She was raped…<br>
Marty (now crying): No! Not Nora…. [Pausing] how bad is it Bo? Emotionally, how is she?
Bo: Not Good. [Pause] she’s really bad Marty, that’s why I called you. When it first happened, she wanted to forget the whole thing. She never told anyone. Now it’s too late.
Marty: What do you mean?
Bo: they just released her rapist because of a lack of evidence. He won’t even go to trial Marty. And now everyone is looking at her like she’s a very *friendly* person, and she’s a liar. I hate what it’s doing to her. She broke down after the preliminary. She screamed at the judge and almost got charged with contempt. Afterwards she just sank to the ground and cried like I had never seen her cry before. I tried to comfort her but she just ran off. I found her on the roof a little while later. She almost fell. That’s when I realized that she blames herself for what happened.
Marty: She can’t do that Bo… this isn’t her fault. No one deserves that kind of pain. And even if she DID taunt him that didn’t give him an invitation to rape her. Isn’t there anything you can do to keep him in prison?
Bo: The only thing I can do is dish out my own brand of justice. I could tear him from limb to limb… but what good will that do her? She has no one.
Marty: She has you doesn’t she?
Bo: Not in the way you think. We’re divorced.
Marty: Oh No… that can’t be right. You two were the role models of Llanview. If you can’t make it, what hope is there for the rest of us?
Bo: Lets not talk about that right now. She’s in the hospital.
Marty: Why? What happened this time?
Bo: She passed out. [Pause] I think she might be pregnant.
Marty: I’m on my way. [Pause] and Bo, don’t do anything stupid. She needs you more now than ever.
After she hangs up the phone she turns to her husband.
Marty: We’re going back to Llanview. We need to get our stubborn friends back together.
“ The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we’ve lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we’ve found each other. And maybe each time we’ve been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come. When I look at you, I see your beauty and grace and know they have grown stronger with every life you have lived. And I know that I have spent every life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine must always come together. And then, for a reason neither of us understands, we’ve been forced to say good-bye.I would love to tell you that everything will work out for us, and I promise to do all I can to make sure it does. But if we never meet again, and this is truly goodbye, I know we will see each other again in another life. We will find each other again, and maybe
the stars will have changed, and we will not only love each other in that time, but for all the times we’ve had before.”
Could it be true, she wondered? Could the words spoken in that incredibly romantic comedy really be true? They had certainly spoken to her; and she hoped
that they had also spoken to the man who was sitting beside her. DESTINY; did it truly exist? Maybe she’d never know. But she had never completely ruled it out
either. How could she when something greater than she always seems to bring her and Bo back to this spot? Adversaries; friends; lovers; husband and wife; adversaries; friends. It was a cycle that just kept on moving with no clear spot of destination. She laughed to herself as she thought about the next phase in
that cycle and then brushed it aside. Maybe they were simply meant to be just friends. Not that it was a bad thing; having Bo Buchanan as your friend was a blessing in disguise. And when she thought about it there was no way she could be anything else in this stage in her life; not when she could barely stand to
be touched by anyone. And besides… he’s engaged to someone else. Engaged… she said again as she stared across the table at the palace and saw him watching her every move. Could he tell, she wondered? Could he tell that she was fantasizing about what it would feel like to kiss him again [stopping her thoughts in
midair] but she had hadn’t she? For the first time in all her life she had done something completely selfish. She had kissed him so Gabrielle would leave and
she could spend the day with Bo instead. What had gotten into her she wondered? Why had she suddenly acted like his relationship was irrelevant? Why had she
suddenly decided to monopolize his time? Because you idiot… Because you were raped. Anything Gabrielle could go through could never
compare to that; she simply needed him more. And if he was willing to provide the support she needed… why should she turn him down? No, she was through being
the woman everyone could count on to be Good and Forgiving, and non judgmental. Why should she when it’s only gotten her a one-way ticket to hell? Now she was taking back what used to be hers…
Bo: Nora? Nora, are you Ok?
Bo was staring at Nora as she was picking on a full course meal. In all the years he had known her he had never seen her eat so much. He could tell from looking at her as he face began to flush, that she was about to make a beeline for the bathroom. After she ran for the bathroom where she proceeded to puke her guts out, she returned to the table where she balled her eyes out. Bo wasn’t sure what to do, so he just grabbed a hold of her hand and squeezed it for moral support. Other than that he just listened.
Nora: I am so tired of being afraid Bo. You see this (she pulled out the napkin, which was wrapped with kitchen knives) I carry kitchen knives with me where ever
I go now because I’m not sure I’d be able to use a gun. I still remember what you taught me Bo. And yet I’m terrified that I’ll lose it on someone who isn’t trying to do me harm. I don’t feel safe at all; sometimes I wonder if I ever will.
He pulled her into his arms and wrapped his strong arms around her. He held her so tight she knew no one would be able to get to her if they tried. He stroked
her hair as she cried until she was exhausted. He sang a lullaby to her to calm her shaking nerves and for the first time in months she felt truly protected.
Bo (looking into her eyes): Come on sweetheart… lets go home.
Nora: Thank you Bo. Thank you so much.
Bo: Everything’s going to be all right baby… I’m not going anywhere.
He helped her up off the seat and they walked off together with her resting her head on his shoulder.
They got as far as the car when Nora passed out. Bo didn’t bother to ask questions, he just drove “like a bat out of hell” all the way to the hospital.
When he carried an unconscious Nora inside, it seemed that all eyes were on the woman in his arms. Everyone had heard the gossip around town, and by now it was obvious that they all wondered whether this time she was telling the truth. Could Chicago’s “ party girl” from years past really have been raped? For Bo, there was no question at all; He just wished that the outsiders would keep their private jokes to themselves and stop sneering at a woman who was barely keeping it together. He didn’t care if Daniel Coulson was a powerful man or not; that night he made himself as small as a spider and he was going to crush him. If it was the last thing he did, he was going to make sure that he paid for what he had done to his Ex- wife. But that would have to wait….
Bo: Well are you all gonna stand there and stare or can we get a doctor in here?
Nurse (putting down her magazine): Uh… sure thing Mr. Buchanan.
Bo (sarcastically): THANK YOU!!!
Nurse: what happened?
Bo: I’m not really sure. That’s why I brought her here. She passed out.
Nurse: bring her over here. We need to get her in an examining room.
Bo [to himself]: Well DUH? I could have told you that? And I’m PAYING for this crap. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. [Out loud] Just hurry. She’s been out
for quite a while. After he laid her on the bed and watched them wheel her away he went to the phone. Nora needed help and it was time he got it for her. If he could do nothing else for her, he hoped she would remember this as being the one selfless act he had ever done. He un-crumpled the paper in his hands and dialed the foreign number. He never thought he’d have to use this, but now definitely counted as an emergency. When
he heard the voice on the other end, his heart got stuck in his throat.
Bo: Margaret Thornhart? You certainly know how to take a man’s breath away. How have you been?
Marty: [pausing] Bo? Oh My God, it’s so good to hear from you.
Bo: Your taking good care of that daughter of yours I hope.
Marty: She’s a real fighter like her dad. But I love every minute that I have with her. [Pause] Motherhood certainly agrees with me.
Bo: Good to hear it. And Patrick?
Marty: Penny has got him wrapped around her little finger. And he’s started writing again… but he wishes he could come home. We miss you so much. All of
you. [Pause] listen Bo… I happen to know that my husband gave you this number for emergencies, and I have a feeling this isn’t a social call.
Bo: You have no idea how much I wish it were… Have you been watching the news much?
Marty: What happened? We don’t get much news down here… especially since we’re in hiding. Please tell me that everyone’s ok?
Bo (wiping the tears from his face): It’s Nora…
Marty (feeling a sudden sense of panic): OH GOD…is she?
Bo: She was raped…<br>
Marty (now crying): No! Not Nora…. [Pausing] how bad is it Bo? Emotionally, how is she?
Bo: Not Good. [Pause] she’s really bad Marty, that’s why I called you. When it first happened, she wanted to forget the whole thing. She never told anyone. Now it’s too late.
Marty: What do you mean?
Bo: they just released her rapist because of a lack of evidence. He won’t even go to trial Marty. And now everyone is looking at her like she’s a very *friendly* person, and she’s a liar. I hate what it’s doing to her. She broke down after the preliminary. She screamed at the judge and almost got charged with contempt. Afterwards she just sank to the ground and cried like I had never seen her cry before. I tried to comfort her but she just ran off. I found her on the roof a little while later. She almost fell. That’s when I realized that she blames herself for what happened.
Marty: She can’t do that Bo… this isn’t her fault. No one deserves that kind of pain. And even if she DID taunt him that didn’t give him an invitation to rape her. Isn’t there anything you can do to keep him in prison?
Bo: The only thing I can do is dish out my own brand of justice. I could tear him from limb to limb… but what good will that do her? She has no one.
Marty: She has you doesn’t she?
Bo: Not in the way you think. We’re divorced.
Marty: Oh No… that can’t be right. You two were the role models of Llanview. If you can’t make it, what hope is there for the rest of us?
Bo: Lets not talk about that right now. She’s in the hospital.
Marty: Why? What happened this time?
Bo: She passed out. [Pause] I think she might be pregnant.
Marty: I’m on my way. [Pause] and Bo, don’t do anything stupid. She needs you more now than ever.
After she hangs up the phone she turns to her husband.
Marty: We’re going back to Llanview. We need to get our stubborn friends back together.
