Waiting For Nick
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"Nick, you'd better come downstairs."
A hard fist of fear rammed into his throat. "Zack?"
"No, it's not Zack." Rio glanced apologetically at Fred. "But you'd better come."
"Stay here," Nick ordered Fred, but Rio countermanded him.
"No, she should come, too. She can help." As Nick passed him, Rio clamped a hand on his shoulder. "It's Maria."
Nick hesitated, looked back at Freddie. There was no way to keep her out of it. "How bad is she?"
Rio only shook his head and waited for Nick and Freddie to precede him.
The name meant nothing to Freddie. She thought it might be some old flame who'd stormed into the bar in a jealous or, worse, drunken rage.
But the tableau that greeted her in the kitchen wiped that image out of her head.
The woman was dark, thin, and had probably been pretty once, before trouble and fatigue dug lines into her face. But it was hard to tell much of anything, because of the bruises.
She sat absolutely still, a young, hollow-eyed boy gripping the back of her chair, a smaller girl sitting at her feet, with her thumb in her mouth. In the woman's lap, a baby of perhaps three months cried thinly.
Nick wanted to shout at her, to rage. He wanted to shake this woman, this girl he had once known and nearly loved, until she lost that empty, hopelessly beaten look. Instead, he went to her, gentry lifted her chin. The first tear spilled over onto her cheek as she looked at him.
"I'm sorry, Nick. I'm so sorry. I didn't know where else to go."
"You never have to be sorry for coming here. Hey, Carlo." He tried a smile on the boy. Though he laid a hand very lightly on the boy's shoulders, Carlo still stiffened and drew inward.
Big hands, the child knew, were never to be trusted.
"And who's this big girl. Is this Jenny?" Nick picked the girl up, set her on his hip. With her thumb still in her mouth, she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Rio, why don't you grill up some burgers for the kids?"
"Already on."
"Jenny, want to sit on the counter and watch Rio cook?" When she nodded, Nick settled her there. It only took a look to have Carlo creeping over, and out of the way.
"I don't want to be any trouble to you, Nick," Maria began, rousing herself to rock the baby.
"Want some coffee?" Without waiting for her assent, he walked to the pot. "The baby's hungry, Maria."
"I know." With what seemed like a terrible effort, she shifted, reaching for the paper bag at her feet. "I can't nurse her. I'm dried up. But I got some formula."
"Why don't I fix it?" With a bolstering smile, Freddie held out her arms. "Is it all right if I hold her?"
"Sure. She's a good baby, really. It's just that…" She trailed off and began to weep without a sound.
"You're going to be all right now," Freddie murmured as she slipped the baby out of Maria's hold. "Everything's going to be all right now."
"I'm so tired," Maria managed. "It's just that I'm tired."
"Don't." The order was quick and harsh as Nick set the coffee in front of her. "He knocked you around again, didn't he?"
"Nick." Freddie sent a warning glance at the children.
"You think they don't know what's going on?" But he lowered his voice. "Welcome to reality." He sat beside Maria, took her hands and set them around the cup. "Are you going to call the cops this time?"
"I can't, Nick." His snort of disgust seemed to shrink her. "I don't know what he'd do if I did. He gets crazy, Nick. You know how crazy Reece gets when he's drinking."
"Yeah." Absently he rubbed a hand over his chest. He had the scars to remind him. "You told me you were going to leave him, Maria."
"I did. I swear I did. I wouldn't lie to you, Nick. I've been in that apartment you helped me get before the baby was born. I wouldn't take him back, not after the last time."
The last time, Nick recalled, Reece had knocked her down the stairs. She'd been six months pregnant.
"So how'd you get the split lip, the black eye?"
She looked wearily down at her coffee, lifted it mechanically to drink. Rio set a plate in front of her.
"I'm going to take the kids inside to eat."
"Thanks." She swiped at another tear. "You two be good, you hear? Don't make any trouble for Mr. Rio." She nearly smiled as Freddie sat down to feed the baby. "Her name's Dorothy—like in The Wizard of Oz. The kids picked it out."
"She's a lovely baby."
"Good as gold. Hardly ever cries, and sleeps right through the night."
Nick interrupted her, patience straining. "Maria."
In response, Maria took one shuddering breath. "He's been calling me, wanting to see the kids, he said."
"He doesn't give a damn about those kids."
"I know it." Maria's lip trembled, but she managed to firm it "So do they. But he sounded so sad on the phone, and he came by once and bought them ice cream. So I hoped, maybe, this time…"
She trailed off, knowing that hope was more than foolish. It was deadly.
"I wasn't going to take him back, or anything. It just seemed as if I should let him see the kids now and again. As long as I was right there to make sure he didn't drink or get mean. But tonight, when he came around, I was in the bedroom with the baby, and Jenny let him in. It was too late, Nick. I could see right away he was drunk, and I told him to get out. But it was too late."
"Okay. Take it slow." He rose to wrap some ice for her swollen lip.
But she couldn't take it slow, not now that it was pouring out of her. Like poison she'd been forced to drink. "He just started smashing things and screaming. I got the kids into the bedroom, got them away so he wouldn't hurt them. That only made him madder. So he went after me. I don't know how I got away from him, but I got into the bedroom with the kids, locked the doors. We got out by the fire escape. And we ran."
"Nick," Freddie murmured. "Take the baby." She rose, passing him the dozing infant. "Let's clean you up," she said briskly, and ran water on a cloth. With gentle hands, she smoothed it over Maria's face.
A hard fist of fear rammed into his throat. "Zack?"
"No, it's not Zack." Rio glanced apologetically at Fred. "But you'd better come."
"Stay here," Nick ordered Fred, but Rio countermanded him.
"No, she should come, too. She can help." As Nick passed him, Rio clamped a hand on his shoulder. "It's Maria."
Nick hesitated, looked back at Freddie. There was no way to keep her out of it. "How bad is she?"
Rio only shook his head and waited for Nick and Freddie to precede him.
The name meant nothing to Freddie. She thought it might be some old flame who'd stormed into the bar in a jealous or, worse, drunken rage.
But the tableau that greeted her in the kitchen wiped that image out of her head.
The woman was dark, thin, and had probably been pretty once, before trouble and fatigue dug lines into her face. But it was hard to tell much of anything, because of the bruises.
She sat absolutely still, a young, hollow-eyed boy gripping the back of her chair, a smaller girl sitting at her feet, with her thumb in her mouth. In the woman's lap, a baby of perhaps three months cried thinly.
Nick wanted to shout at her, to rage. He wanted to shake this woman, this girl he had once known and nearly loved, until she lost that empty, hopelessly beaten look. Instead, he went to her, gentry lifted her chin. The first tear spilled over onto her cheek as she looked at him.
"I'm sorry, Nick. I'm so sorry. I didn't know where else to go."
"You never have to be sorry for coming here. Hey, Carlo." He tried a smile on the boy. Though he laid a hand very lightly on the boy's shoulders, Carlo still stiffened and drew inward.
Big hands, the child knew, were never to be trusted.
"And who's this big girl. Is this Jenny?" Nick picked the girl up, set her on his hip. With her thumb still in her mouth, she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Rio, why don't you grill up some burgers for the kids?"
"Already on."
"Jenny, want to sit on the counter and watch Rio cook?" When she nodded, Nick settled her there. It only took a look to have Carlo creeping over, and out of the way.
"I don't want to be any trouble to you, Nick," Maria began, rousing herself to rock the baby.
"Want some coffee?" Without waiting for her assent, he walked to the pot. "The baby's hungry, Maria."
"I know." With what seemed like a terrible effort, she shifted, reaching for the paper bag at her feet. "I can't nurse her. I'm dried up. But I got some formula."
"Why don't I fix it?" With a bolstering smile, Freddie held out her arms. "Is it all right if I hold her?"
"Sure. She's a good baby, really. It's just that…" She trailed off and began to weep without a sound.
"You're going to be all right now," Freddie murmured as she slipped the baby out of Maria's hold. "Everything's going to be all right now."
"I'm so tired," Maria managed. "It's just that I'm tired."
"Don't." The order was quick and harsh as Nick set the coffee in front of her. "He knocked you around again, didn't he?"
"Nick." Freddie sent a warning glance at the children.
"You think they don't know what's going on?" But he lowered his voice. "Welcome to reality." He sat beside Maria, took her hands and set them around the cup. "Are you going to call the cops this time?"
"I can't, Nick." His snort of disgust seemed to shrink her. "I don't know what he'd do if I did. He gets crazy, Nick. You know how crazy Reece gets when he's drinking."
"Yeah." Absently he rubbed a hand over his chest. He had the scars to remind him. "You told me you were going to leave him, Maria."
"I did. I swear I did. I wouldn't lie to you, Nick. I've been in that apartment you helped me get before the baby was born. I wouldn't take him back, not after the last time."
The last time, Nick recalled, Reece had knocked her down the stairs. She'd been six months pregnant.
"So how'd you get the split lip, the black eye?"
She looked wearily down at her coffee, lifted it mechanically to drink. Rio set a plate in front of her.
"I'm going to take the kids inside to eat."
"Thanks." She swiped at another tear. "You two be good, you hear? Don't make any trouble for Mr. Rio." She nearly smiled as Freddie sat down to feed the baby. "Her name's Dorothy—like in The Wizard of Oz. The kids picked it out."
"She's a lovely baby."
"Good as gold. Hardly ever cries, and sleeps right through the night."
Nick interrupted her, patience straining. "Maria."
In response, Maria took one shuddering breath. "He's been calling me, wanting to see the kids, he said."
"He doesn't give a damn about those kids."
"I know it." Maria's lip trembled, but she managed to firm it "So do they. But he sounded so sad on the phone, and he came by once and bought them ice cream. So I hoped, maybe, this time…"
She trailed off, knowing that hope was more than foolish. It was deadly.
"I wasn't going to take him back, or anything. It just seemed as if I should let him see the kids now and again. As long as I was right there to make sure he didn't drink or get mean. But tonight, when he came around, I was in the bedroom with the baby, and Jenny let him in. It was too late, Nick. I could see right away he was drunk, and I told him to get out. But it was too late."
"Okay. Take it slow." He rose to wrap some ice for her swollen lip.
But she couldn't take it slow, not now that it was pouring out of her. Like poison she'd been forced to drink. "He just started smashing things and screaming. I got the kids into the bedroom, got them away so he wouldn't hurt them. That only made him madder. So he went after me. I don't know how I got away from him, but I got into the bedroom with the kids, locked the doors. We got out by the fire escape. And we ran."
"Nick," Freddie murmured. "Take the baby." She rose, passing him the dozing infant. "Let's clean you up," she said briskly, and ran water on a cloth. With gentle hands, she smoothed it over Maria's face.
