Post by Charlie Marone on Jun 30, 2021 3:16:05 GMT
His hands fisted on the arms of the office chair. Tightening on the plastic so hard, his knuckles went white. The poker face he’d forced himself to put on was still there. That’s what made him so good at undercover investigation. He could keep that blank face, and not let what others said show across his face. He wondered though, if Allie would be able to look him in the eye and know she was breaking his heart. And Charlie wasn’t going to be able to fight her on it.
He deserved it all after what he’d done to her. Selfishly, he’d entered that relationship when he knew all along this would happen. The inevitable end, and yet he’d held, no clung, like a dying man to the one thing that seemed to give him life. Before he had to snuff that light out himself.
He pursed his lips, giving a slow nod as he averted his gaze. A muscle in his jaw tightened that she wouldn’t have a hard time telling Estrada she hated him. He’d hate him too. In fact, he already was full of self loathing. If Lucy wasn’t keeping him grounded, he’d still be in the service. Doing what they wanted of him because he enjoyed that work. Far to much than any normal person should. It was the same high undercover work gave him. If he didn’t have his sister to worry about, Marone would already be in deep again.
Throwing himself to the beast what how he kept his mind calm. There was no peace in his mind, and as far as Marone knew?
There never would be.
His dark eyes saw the tear fall down her cheek, and he kept himself in his chair. Unmoving despite how much he wanted to attempt to sooth her. This wasn’t the place, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to give her another reason to slap him.
Still, as she stood he climbed quickly to his feet. Placing one hand on his hip, while the other ran through his short buzz cut, and he quickly snatched a card up off his desk from the card holder he had, and quickly wrote a number on the back. “If he talks to you again, or if anything happens, you call me okay? Even if you think it might be over something stupid. I got you into this mess Alli, I’m going to get you out.” He told her. Making sure to hold her eyes as much as it killed him before he held out the card.
If she took it, she’d find his desk number as well “Detective Charles E. Marone” with the stations address. “My cell is on the back, call that one first.” He told her quietly. He'd let go of the card slowly if she took and he swallowed a lump in his throat before he gave a small nod. The muscle in his jaw clenched again before he took a deep breath, inhaling slowly through his nose. "For what it's worth Al... I am sorry."
He deserved it all after what he’d done to her. Selfishly, he’d entered that relationship when he knew all along this would happen. The inevitable end, and yet he’d held, no clung, like a dying man to the one thing that seemed to give him life. Before he had to snuff that light out himself.
He pursed his lips, giving a slow nod as he averted his gaze. A muscle in his jaw tightened that she wouldn’t have a hard time telling Estrada she hated him. He’d hate him too. In fact, he already was full of self loathing. If Lucy wasn’t keeping him grounded, he’d still be in the service. Doing what they wanted of him because he enjoyed that work. Far to much than any normal person should. It was the same high undercover work gave him. If he didn’t have his sister to worry about, Marone would already be in deep again.
Throwing himself to the beast what how he kept his mind calm. There was no peace in his mind, and as far as Marone knew?
There never would be.
His dark eyes saw the tear fall down her cheek, and he kept himself in his chair. Unmoving despite how much he wanted to attempt to sooth her. This wasn’t the place, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to give her another reason to slap him.
Still, as she stood he climbed quickly to his feet. Placing one hand on his hip, while the other ran through his short buzz cut, and he quickly snatched a card up off his desk from the card holder he had, and quickly wrote a number on the back. “If he talks to you again, or if anything happens, you call me okay? Even if you think it might be over something stupid. I got you into this mess Alli, I’m going to get you out.” He told her. Making sure to hold her eyes as much as it killed him before he held out the card.
If she took it, she’d find his desk number as well “Detective Charles E. Marone” with the stations address. “My cell is on the back, call that one first.” He told her quietly. He'd let go of the card slowly if she took and he swallowed a lump in his throat before he gave a small nod. The muscle in his jaw clenched again before he took a deep breath, inhaling slowly through his nose. "For what it's worth Al... I am sorry."