Sasha Proudfoot {blue ain't her color} (aintyourcolor) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2017-01-09 21:59:00 |
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Sasha was not having a good day. It had started out innocently enough, with the daily chores she was doing to procrastinate going back to work and having to explain herself. She would never admit it, but a small part of her was hoping that if she did a good enough job around the farm, that she'd be able to just stay there forever and never have to go back to St. Mungo's or anywhere else where people knew she'd been married and gone. But she did still have to get divorced. Despite the fact that it meant confronting things she'd rather ignore, Sasha did not want her husband to come back to England and think he had any hold over her. She didn't want his name anymore. She didn't want anything to do with him. So that meant she needed a divorce attorney. And she thought she'd hired a good one. Perhaps not the best money could buy, because she really hadn't thought things were that complicated, and because she didn't like taking her father's money. What she hadn't realized, however, was that her current attorney didn't actually believe she'd been abused. And, granted, it was difficult to convince people she had been when she didn't want to discuss it at all, but she'd still expected to be believed. The problem, they said, was that there was no proof. No bruises or broken bones or history of trips to the hospital. No witness statements, no one who had seen the two of them in the last five years who had a credible story or testimony. There was no way to prove 'unreasonable behavior'. So she'd likely have to wait two years for a divorce they both agreed to--which Jimmy never would--or five if he didn't. Instead of baring her soul and telling her story, Sasha chose to walk down the street and get a drink. One turned into two into four into six, and she hadn't had any food to dilute it. She felt the effects after the second shot, and started writing in her journal, but continued drinking. She'd started at the bar, but found herself a booth so she could write better and not have to talk to any people in person, though a few guys tried; luckily for her, they moved on after she glared at them. Alright, so she'd had to kick one in the shin, but that was completely beside the point. Which was that Ric was being a dick, and Nik was pretty and dumb and coming to rescue her. Not that she needed rescuing, because she was fine. She just couldn't manage to stand up on her own or Apparate or do anything, really, and Nik was nice and pretty and also probably not mean, which was what she told him when he got there and she grinned at him. |