The last time I posted you found out that Caitlin got smacked right across the face by Rogerson. During that chills ran up and down my spine, but it gets worse. As time goes on Caitlin has a hard time admitting to herself that it actually happened. She keeps trying to say it out loud to herself, write it in her journal somehow, but no matter what she couldn't get herself to do either. She had no scar to remind her, except for the memory, that didn't seem to ever leave her thoughts. She kept replaying the look on his face, how his eyes turned black, how he wasn't the same Rogerson she fell in love with.
Caitlin still sees Rogerson. One day she had him pick her up from photography class. When Rogerson saw Caitlin and her photography teacher shaking hands, he flipped. He believed that they were holding hands, and even as Caitlin begged for him to believe her, he wound up and punched her in the jaw. Her excuse this time was she fell on ice. As she watched her dad outside salting all the icy spots thinking that was going to save his daughter from another injury, she felt ashamed. Giving him false hope.
Every time Caitlin explains Rogersons face before he hits her, its always the same. And I can see it perfectly. His hands clutching the steering wheel, his jaw tensing, his eyes turning black. Then all of a sudden he can't take it anymore so he winds up and a fast blur hits Caitlin across the face. As saddening as these scenes are I can always picture them perfectly, like I'm right outside the car standing in the cold snow, watching, yet, doing nothing.
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Wow. That was a really powerful post Leah. I especially like the last line you used, "As saddening as these scenes are I can always picture them perfectly, like I'm right outside the car standing in the cold snow, watching, yet, doing nothing." Keep up the good work Leah.
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