Sweet Salvation

Catherine’s POV


I was stunnedd and and furious, my mind was one big turmoil of thoughts. I didn’t know what to think, what to say, how to react. During the whole conversation, I noticed that Sara’s mother was in an abusive relationship. Maybe she wasn’t abused physically but she sure as hell was mentally abused. That first look in her eyes when she opened the door, the way that she had greeted them. That all changed the minute Sara’s dad showed up. The pain in her eyes was replaced by love, happiness and relief to see her daughter again after almost for years.

Sara’s dad was unbelievable, he was rude and angry. Because his daughter was into girls. The way that he treated his daughter made some pieces of the puzzle fall into the right place. And I knew that I was guilty too, her dad made her feel like she was nothing. He didn’t care about the things that she had achieved in life. And I had made her feel like that too. When she first came to CSI, I was mad because Grissom brought in this girl to do the internal investigation, on Warrick regarding Holly Gribb’s dead. I treated her like shit, and I did the same when she couldn’t find Eddie’s murder although I knew that she did all she could. I made her feel like she was nothing, like I didn’t care about her. And all that time she had been in love with me.

Sara’s dad was screaming in anger to his daughter his harsh voice made me come back to reality. He was calling Amy a slut, and he said that she’d forced his daughter into that relationship. He was so unreasonable, why didn’t he just see how happy Sara was. These past couple of months had been so great, she has changed so much in every aspect.

Then he started to mention Paul, and their so-called perfect marriage according to her dad. Sara just blew up I could see the anger in her eyes. The clenching of her jaw and her knuckles where white. Her dad started talking about the way that she screwed things up.

Sara couldn’t take it anymore, she jumped up and gave her dad a dead glare. And walked out of the room her reaction blew me away. It took me a while to come to senses.

I stood up; “Apparently some things never change!”

I slammed the door behind me and walked towards the car. Sara was sitting behind the steering wheel gazing in front of her down the street. I walked around the car and opened the door. “Sara, please give me the keys, I don’t want you driving like this.” I pleaded with her as I tried to get some sort of a sign. But she didn’t move, she didn’t do anything. I gently touched her shoulder and pleaded once more. She finally got up and handed me the keys. I knew at this point that Sara had made up her mind, whatever happened in the future would be up to Sara’s parents.

I drove off as soon as we where both buckled up. Only to stop at a hotel once we where back in San Francisco. I parked the car and we walked into the hotel lobby.

We where waiting at the desk for a clerk. Finally, one came up to us.

“Can I have one room please?” I said while I handed my credit card.

“One room?” He asked in surprise, watching Sara and me intensely.

“One room, I believe that I asked for one, and make that one with a king-size bed.” The clerk looked shocked, which made me smile. He blushed when he gave me my credit card back.

Minutes later we arrived finally in our room. We where both exhausted, we had a long and emotional day. Sara collapsed on the bed and pulled the blanket on top of her. I sat down next to Sara and rested my hand on top of the blanket, I could feel her body tremble under need the heap of blankets.

“Sara, are you okay?” I was concerned, I didn’t know how this would affect her. “Sara, please talk to me?” I pleaded with her she hadn’t sat one single word since we left her parents house. I pulled away the blanket and it revealed Sara’s tear streaked face. She was falling apart inside, the pain was evident. We had worked so hard to break down the walls that Sara had build around herself. And it had made her vulnerable, but the positive reactions from our closest friends had made her more confident and now everything was ruined, torn apart. I would take lots of courage for her to trust people. I leaned down and kissed her as I positioned my body next to hers I took her in my arms. I listened to her sobs until they finally subdand and she drifted off into a restless sleep. I on the other hand couldn’t sleep. My mind kept reiterate today’s events.