Who: The Shurleys Where: Their apartment above the Roadhouse When: Last night Rating: A for Angst? Status: Incomplete
After Chuck had released her and she'd put the apology on the network, Jo could barely look at him. It wasn't his fault, but hers - she was disgusted with herself and how she had acted, how mean she'd been to the man she loved. She hoped that he wouldn't withdraw from her because of this, and didn't even realize that she was the one withdrawing. The first thing she did after standing up from her desk was head to the shower. Being tied up for over a day did not make one smell good, and she also had to take care of the rope burns on her wrists and ankles from when she had struggled too hard. Jo was lucky that she hadn't broken the skin - instead of bloody marks, all she had were ugly blue, black, and purple bruises.
Once she was standing in the shower, Jo stood with her hands bracing herself against the wall, head down, eyes closed as the water hit her. She flinched a little when it struck the rope burns, but she didn't cry out. For a long moment, she stood that way, then finally sank to the floor. Why the hell had she been affected that way? First War, now Wrath...the only conclusion Jo could come to was that there was something angry, something dark, inside her. Something that could get her or her baby hurt. Drawing her knees up under her chin as the water fell around her, she barely even realized that she had begun to cry until she tasted salt, and her shoulders began to shake as the water and tears mixed and fell. She was trying to be quiet so that Chuck wouldn't hear, but she honestly wasn't paying attention to anything at the moment, and didn't hear him calling her through the door.