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Scorned	By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Scorned Chapter 3.
"Oh man, did you piss somebody off?" The cab driver asked, sounding amused.
"You could say that." Dutch wearily replied, having had a similar conversation with the tow truck guy that morning.
He handed over the fare and got out of the car.
This was the reason he�d turned down Claudette�s offer of a ride home after work. There emblazoned across his garage door, in red spray paint, was written the word "Bastard". He�d found it there tharninrning when he�d come out and found his tyres slashed. A little detail he�d left out of the account he�d given to Claudette. No doubt who�d written it there of course, he recognised the handwriting. God, why couldn�t Kim just let it go?
Unfortunately, arranging getting his car towed that morning had taken up enough of his time, making him late for work, so he hadn�t had time to clean it off. Well no time like the present, he thought to himself as he unlocked his front door. There were three envelopes waiting for him on the other side of the door. None from Kim, he was relieved to see. Instead they were all short, sharp notes from his neighbours, who were all rather upset about the graffiti adorning his garage. He could see their point, but Jesus, did they think he�d crept out in the middle of the night and sprayed it up there himself. Sighing he went upstairs and quickly got changed into some old clothes. Then he spent the next hour with a bucket of bleach, and a wire brush ruining his garage door. Although he supposed the scratched up mess that was there now was an improvement upon Kim�s little message. While he�d worked he�d felt the disapproving stares of his neighbours, peeking out at him from behind their curtains.
After he�d cleaned up he finally made himself a cup of coffee, and sitting at the bottom of the stairs, mentally prepared himself to listen to his answering machine messages. There were 27 messages on there, and all left that day. Considering how many there were on some days that was actually pretty good. He�d of liked to just wipe the tape, but you never know when there might be something important tucked away on there. So taking a deep, steadying breath he reached up, and touched the play button.
At first her voice was hesitant, contrite,
"Holland�um its me and I�m so sorry. I�ah I don�t know why I�ah why I did that. I�m really sorry you know I don�t mean to�It�s just�I�ll pay�for the repairs�I�m sorry."
By message six she�d begun to cry so hard he could barely make out her words over the sobbing.
However, from message seven onwards her mood began to change. Suddenly she was no longer sorry for what she�d done. Now it was entirely his fault, he�d brought it on himself because of what he�d done.
Message fourteen was when the foul language started,
"You bastard, you used me! Fucked me and used me, and then when you were tired of me you just fucking dumped me like a piece of shit! You prick! You motherfucker did you think I was just gonna let you get away with it, bastard!"
By message twenty her words were beginning to slur, and he guessed she begun to drink. Another reason he�d felt compelled to break things off between them, he�d been through enough with Lucy, and he couldn�t go through it again. He�d barely survived the last time. If that made him a coward, then fine he was a coward, but he didn�t care he just couldn�t do it all over again.
The threats really began in earnest in message twenty-two.
"I�ll make you pay you shit! Do you hear me Holland! I�m gonna fucking make you pay! You can�t leave me�are you fucking someone else? You are�aren�t you�fucking some little whore�some bitch you work with. Who is it�your partner, or that blond bitch you like so much�fucking whores�are you laughing at me, are you! Bastard I�ll syou,you, I�m gonna fucking kill you!"
By the time he�d listened to all the messages Dutch felt dirty, like he needed a shower. He wearily stood up, and reached out to press the erase button, but then thought better of it. Instead he took out the tape and fetched a spare to put in there. He studied the used tape in his hand. Before he�d always simply erased the messages, but talking with Claudette earlier had made him wonder if she was right. Maybe he should consider reporting Kim�s behaviour, maybe try and get a restraining order against her. If he wanted to do that he�d need evidence of her harassment. The answering machine tape would be perfect. Although he still felt guilty for the way he�d treated Kim, for starting a relationship with her in the first place, when he knew it was wrong, he was becoming worried about her behaviour. Things definitely seemed to be steadily escalating. The verbal abuse was one thing, even the damage to his car and garage, but the death threats had started a week ago and were starting to concern him. He was sure she didn�t mean it, she was just mad and upset, but there again, in his job he�d seen people who�d been murdered by someone they they�d never thought meant it when they�d threatened them. He could even remember a case he�d worked on when he�d been at Sunset. A woman, who�d been stalked by her ex-boyfriend for six months after they�d split up, until he broke into her apartment, raped her and strangled her. Apparently if he couldn�t have her then neither could anyone else. So he put the tape into the drawer of the hallway table, and was just about to go out into the kitchen to make himself a sandwich when the phone rang. He actually jumped at the first ring, and chided himself for being so jittery in his own home. The answer machine was off, and when he looked at the caller id display he immediately recognised Kim�s cell phone number. He felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, and after having spent the past forty minutes listening to her verbal abuse on the tape, he couldn�t face the thought of picking up the phone, and having her scream obscenities at him in person. So he left it ringing, retreating into the kitchen to get something to eat, despite the fact he�d kinda lost his appetite.
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