Jenna Elizabeth Raleigh (lizzyraleigh) wrote in sog_ic, @ 2012-10-31 20:56:00 |
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Who: Lizzy Raleigh (Narrative)
NPCs: —
Where: Wayne Manor
When: October 31st, 2012
What: After another night alone, Lizzy needs some space to think.
Rating: G
It was another lonely night in Wayne Manor.
It was approaching midnight, and Lizzy was alone. The foster children who had come to trick-or-treat on the mansion’s grounds were safe in their beds. The staff had mostly gone for the night. A heavy silence had descended over the place, and it left Lizzy feeling empty. It was yet another night Dick had disappeared without a trace, leaving Lizzy to fend for herself, to handle what should be their responsibilities.
She could write it off as work, but then his office called the Manor. He hadn’t answered his cell phone, and there was some sort of database issue. She had held it together until she hung up the phone, but then her whole world suddenly felt like it was crumbling. She looked around their bedroom and suddenly felt like a fool. Here she was, sitting in a black lace corset and thigh highs in a candlelit bedroom waiting for what? Waiting for a man who never came home? Waiting for a man who lied to her about where he was?
She looked down at her shoulder, which was bared, showing her scars. She was hideous. She was trying to show him she was comfortable with it, but she wasn’t. She was ashamed of her imperfect body that was marred by an attack on her, the attack that made Dick almost leave her the first time. She traced her fingers over the scars. Maybe she was doomed, doomed to be alone, a curse of the mother, where she was forced to be alone because her mother was such a harpy.
Tears began to sting her eyes. Where was he? Was it another woman? Was he using her to boost his public image? It seemed that when they were in public, he was so good to her, but he would soon vanish. He’d stood her up so many times she had lost count. Was this what she deserved?
The tears started spilling down her face. How could she love him so much? Her body began to shake as the tears turned to sobs. That was the trouble. She loved him, and she let him do this over and over again. Why didn’t he love her the way she loved him? Her mind was reeling with all the questions, and she simply had no answers. She never had any answers.
Finally, after an hour, the tears subsided and she felt exhausted. She stood up and blew out the candles that had not already burned out, and then changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, leaving the lingerie on the floor. She packed a small bag and called her best friend. Right now, she needed some space to figure things out, and she couldn’t do that here.
When she had finished, she pulled out a piece of her crisp, linen stationary and left a note on Dick’s pillow, among the remnants of what was supposed to be a romantic night.
Dick,
I love you with all my heart, but I know you are keeping secrets and lying to me. I need some space to think, and to figure out if I can live with not fully knowing who you are.
If it is another woman, just please be honest with me. I don’t want to be that person who lives blindly while they are being taken advantage of.
I am not saying this is the end. This is just a pause for now.
Love,
Lizzy.