her face seems slowly sinking, wasting-Michael

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] she‘s had all she can take SOMETHING’S GOTTA MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE. I DON‘T KNOW WHERE IT IS BUT SOMETHING‘S GOTTA GIVE Natalie was nervous about this meeting. First, this Michael guy had made contact with her asking to talk about what happened. Natalie assumed he was a reporter and turned him down coldly. Then Isabella had come over and also said that the two of them should talk. Apparently she had a friend who thought it would be good for Natalie to talk to him. It took some coaxing but Isabella talked Natalie into it. She had asked the older girl to drive her since she would be too nervous. Natalie and Michael didn’t think it was a good idea that Natalie’s father knew what was going on. Her father usually got upset when people came poking around about that night. He didn’t want many people to know. Natalie figured it had something to do with what that Avery person said about her dad not really being a good guy. That just made her wonder more about things. As her and Isabella drove a couple towns over, the knots in Natalie’s stomach formed. Since she first gave her statement, she hadn’t talked to anyone aside from her therapist about what had happened. Not even Autumn and Isabella knew everything. It was all too hard. But she had a feeling she’d be indulging a lot more then she was comfortable divulging prior to today. The events of the New Year’s Ball two days prior just made things even harder on her. The police said the person responsible had been caught but there had clearly been two people the night she was taken. Natalie would not feel safe until both people were locked up behind bars. Until then nightmares caused her to scream out into the night and looking over her shoulder would be a regular part of Natalie’s life. When they arrived at the restaurant, Isabella looped her arm with Natalie’s. Natalie felt the other girl’s hand squeeze her arm. They parted once inside. Natalie figured she should talk to the man alone but she felt better being able to see Isabella. That way if things got real bad she had someone to go to and have take her away. Once at her table, Natalie slipped off her bright blue jacket and put it on the back of her chair. She wore a stripe off the shoulder top and light wash skinny jeans. Her ankle boots were ones she was borrowing from Isabella while the jewelry were gifs from a friend. She fiddled with her bangle bracelets while she tapped her foot anxiously. All Natalie wanted to do was get this meeting over with. The waiter brought her some bread and asked if she wanted anything to drink. ”Uh a raspberry iced tea please.” She reached for a roll and picked off small pieces to chew on. She felt like she had swallowed a lead weight which gave her throat a closed up feeling. Hopefully attempting to eat would help a little. Hopefully. tagged !

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[michael]

MAYBE I'M A DIFFERENT BREED

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 355px;] michael hoped his meeting with the pastor's daughter would go well. it wouldn't be easy for her, of course, but hopefully she wouldn't hold anything back. he would need to get as much information from her as possible, though he didn't plan on pushing her too hard, unsure how comfortable she would be talking about it. michael always found it harder, dealing with families who were at odds with each other, which certainly seemed the case with this one. it seemed that way, anyhow, but it could be that the father was always this overprotective of his daughter. either way, it made his job a little bit harder. he had planned on meeting with pastor owens before speaking with natalie, but he'd had counseling and other duties to attend to and couldn't see michael right off. that's what he'd told him, anyway. he wasn't going to say that he was lying about it, but in his job he had to be suspicious of everybody. even pastors. so he'd arranged a meeting with natalie owens, he and jude having agreed that a place in town was probably too risky. someone might have seen them together and then word would no doubt have got back to her father, making things even more difficult. this way, michael was pretty sure no one who knew natalie by sight or name would see them together. michael came alone, keeping sam and fiona out of it once again. it wasn't necessary and certainly wouldn't help keep the girl calm. so he'd assigned both of them to question other people who were staying at the hotel and see what they could find out, if anything. even if they couldn't, it would at least keep them busy for a couple of hours, hopefully. michael had had a hard enough time even getting her to agree to this. the first time he'd called her she'd turned him down flat. he didn't give up that easily, however, so he'd called mr. winslet and told him what happened. the next call he got was from natalie herself, agreeing to the meeting. finally he might actually be getting somewhere. he drove to the restaurant they'd agreed on, a couple towns over, dressed in a suit, as usual. though no tie. michael pulled up outside the place, grabbing his cell phone, a folder and a pen before heading inside. the folder contained everything he knew about the case so far, newspaper clippings mostly, but a few notes he'd written down while talking to jude, as well. michael hoped to be adding quite a bit to it tonight, but who knew how willing she'd be to talk, even though she'd agreed to the meeting. she'd sounded reluctant on the phone, which told michael someone had probably had to do a lot of talking to get her to agree. michael strode in, seeing natalie right off and informing them that he was the other person in her party. he walked to the table, a friendly smile on his face as he greeted her. "nice to meet you, natalie. thank you for agreeing to meet." he kept his tone friendly, though businesslike. he sat down across from her, placing his folder on the table but off to the side, not wanting to make that the focus right away. "iced tea?" michael asked, pointing to her glass. he didn't drink all that much, and he especially wasn't going to at this time. he loved iced tea, however, so he'd stick with that. before he could say anything else, the waiter came back. michael smiled up at him, stating that he'd like the same as her and that no, they weren't ready to order. he wasn't, anyway. he returned his gaze to natalie, still smiling. "we can eat first, before we get down to business, if you'd like," he told her, though she looked extremely nervous, so maybe she wouldn't be able to eat anything at that moment. he picked up the bread stick, tearing it in half and taking a bite. michael was pretty hungry, so it tasted even better than it probably would have had he been less so. he finished the food in his mouth, trying to think of a good way to help her relax. fiona was better at that sort of thing when it came to teenaged girls. maybe he should have brought her after all. "i want you to know that i'm only hear to help. mr. winslet hired me to figure out exactly what's going on in your town and who's behind it," michael explained, not sure how much she'd been told, but figuring he'd cover it, just in case.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] she‘s had all she can take SOMETHING’S GOTTA MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE. I DON‘T KNOW WHERE IT IS BUT SOMETHING‘S GOTTA GIVE Natalie tugged on the sleeves of her shirt out of nerves. She hadn’t had to talk about this night in awhile and now the prospect it made her very scared. What if she had a break down here in the restaurant? People would think she was a freak. There was no one here aside from Isabella across the place that she knew. None of these people knew her story. Even though it had been on the news people were bound to have forgotten about it by now. They were closing in on the four month mark fo the event which is why she thought it was a reporter. But she had been wrong. Natalie closed her eyes and tried some of her breathing exercises. She heard her phone go off to alert to a text and she jumped. She grabbed at the bag her friend had given her and that same friend was texting her, assuring Natalie everything would be fine. Natalie smiled at the text before she put it away. It didn’t mean all her nerves were subsided, though. She probably wouldn’t feel better until this meeting was done with. Natalie glanced up at the man when he entered. He was definitely older then her and seemed to have a hardness about his features. He wore a light colored suit but no winter jacket. She was glad when he didn’t reach for her hand. Natalie was still iffy about people she didn’t know touching her unless she initiated contact. ”Nice to meet you too Mister Harris.” Not that nice, though, considering what it had to do with. She sat up a little straighter in her seat and watched his movements carefully. Back in Hope Harbor she was doing better. This was outside her comfort zone so she was highly aware of what everyone was doing. Not just him but the waiter as well as other patrons. She nodded to his question. ”Yes, I got the raspberry iced tea but they have lemon and Southern sweet tea as well.” Natalie set her roll down on the bit of her bread she had left and she folded her hands in her lap. She gazed down at them as she dug her nails into her palm for a moment then released them. Natalie shook her head before she finally made direct eye contact with the man. ”Food isn’t exactly my top priority. Honestly I just want to get this done with. I’m in a place I’m not comfortable in with someone I don’t know and about to talk about something I have talk to a total of four people about. No, I’m not hungry.” Natalie wasn’t trying to be rude or snappy just this was really difficult for her. She had been kidnapped, slapped around a couple time and put on a boat that was set on fire. No one oculd talk easily about something like that. Her body was reacting in a fight or flight response and would could generally know which one Natalie’s petite form wanted to do. She tilted her head to the side in confusion when he mentioned a Mr. Winslet. No, Isabella had called her. ”Wait which Mister Winslet called you because that’s not who said I should come. My friend Isabella did. She said someone told her it’d be a good idea for me to meet with you. I only came because she told me to and she drove me here.” Natalie had a tendency to ramble when really nervous. If it was Jude who had called this man and wanted them to talk she was ok with it but not his father. She had a feeling her father was only curious for the glory of finding and persecuting these people would bring. Natalie leaned forward and began to pick at the table cloth while she stared down at it. ”They think they caught the person at the ball but there were two people. People seem to forget that and find the one arrest a win in their book. Not me though.” tagged !

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[michael]

MAYBE I'M A DIFFERENT BREED

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 355px;] natalie looked like a nice, smart girl. michael thought it unfortunate that someone like her had to go through what she had, though he was well aware of the fact that bad things often happened to good people. and, after all, it could have been worse. part of him hated taking cases like these because he hated seeing innocent people hurt or worse, but he took them for that same reason. to help those same people get out of whatever trouble they were in so they'd be safe again. michael was one of those people who would do anything it takes to help a person, even risk his own life. that's what made him so good at what he did. he didn't blame her for not really sounding like she meant what she said, no doubt thinking how it wasn't very nice at all. but it was necessary, if he was going to get things figured out. michael was pretty much convinced that, if he didn't do something about the things that were going on then they'd continue, unchecked. of course, the police had gotten lucky at the charity ball, but he was convinced there was more to it. maybe next time they wouldn't be so lucky, though. michael picked up on the fact that she was watching him closely, but continued as if he didn't notice. he was always extremely aware of what was going on around him, though he liked to keep that knowledge to himself. "nice. raspberry's my favorite," michael replied, just making conversation. he glanced at her as she set her bread down, her hands moving to her lap. he folded his hands on the table, figuring he should give her a few minutes. he didn't enjoying putting people through this sort of thing, but again, it was necessary. michael nodded when she declined eating first. he'd expected that. "i completely understand." he knew that, if their situations were switched he wouldn't feel like eating, either. he wasn't offended by the way she said it, knowing that she hadn't intended to be rude, though her tone had been a bit snappish. michael had learned not to take things like that personal, however. michael realized he should have told her which mr. winslet he was referring to. he had no idea what the older one was like, but jude was nice enough. with how secretive they had to be, he got the feeling that his father didn't know anything about him being in hope harbor and no doubt would have an issue with it if he found out. "jude winslet. he told me he had a friend, this isabella helstrom, who could help convince you to speak with me," michael told her, assuming that jude would be the one she was ok with. he was on her side, though, whether she was ok with it or not. he reached for the folder, sliding it across the table till it was directly in front of him. michael opened it just as natalie started speaking. "having one down certainly helps, though," michael replied, hoping she'd be at least a little comforted by that fact. he had read the article about it in full, plus, he'd been there the night it'd happened. apparently the person was mentally ill, and it certainly seemed like it. "this is all i have to go on, so far," michael told her, spreading out the few clippings he had and the paper with a few notes scribbled on it. "the newspaper clippings from the original incident up to the most recent one, and then the few things jude has been able to tell me." he paused, letting her look over everything, especially the information from jude, which would no doubt be her main interest. michael assumed she'd read everything the newspaper had to say already, but maybe she hadn't, not wanting to read about something she didn't even want to think about. "if you could start from the beginning, telling me everything that happened, everything that was said," he asked, knowing it was going to be very hard for her, but hoping she'd be cooperative. "i know this is hard for you, natalie, but it's the only way. if there was a different option, i wouldn't ask."

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] she‘s had all she can take SOMETHING’S GOTTA MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE. I DON‘T KNOW WHERE IT IS BUT SOMETHING‘S GOTTA GIVE Natalie knew he was just trying to be polite and make her feel at ease. It didn’t matter because really nothing could make her feel at ease this present moment in time. Nothing really did when it came to something concerning her kidnapping. There were exercises she could do to calm her own nerves but that only went do far. Her father could do things to try to help but even he was easing up on that. Isabella and Autumn were the only two who seemed to care that she was till having issues with coping. When everyone was pushing you to just “move on” it only made you revert further into yourself and your comfort zone. Hers was the immediate couple feet around her. Fiddling with her clothing, phone, bag or hair. When she had first been released she would actually bite at her nail beds to calm herself. Redirecting pain as her therapist said. Natalie felt relief that it Jude who wanted the two of them to speak. Though they weren’t close the two of them had grown up together. He was like that weird older cousin you admired and sometime hung around with but didn’t care if you did or not. Her body relaxed but only slightly. ”Jude came to see after it happened. He said he would do everything to help catch who did this.” Natalie didn’t really expect Michael to care but she remembered that despite the pain medications they had given her. Her left hand reached up to grab the opposite arm while she pulled her shoulders upward sin a defense mechanism. ”It doesn’t help when she won’t say who else was with her. At least not for me.” Natalie’s voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke. Her eyes scanned the tabletop as she watched him lay various pieces of paper out on the table. She reached up with her right hand to pull at a couple. Some of them she recognized but some she didn’t. Natalie avoided reading the paper after everything had happened. Reporters could twist the truth so easily. Natalie tilted her head to the left and ever so slightly downwards. Her eyes drifted shut as a look of pain came across her face. She had been told she’d have to talk about things to him but that didn’t make things easier. She drew in several deep breaths before she straightened her head and opened her eyes but kept her gaze at the little plate that held the bread. Her voice was soft so only the two of them could hear. ”My dad and I were leaving the fair when we noticed a bunch of the businesses had words all over the in red paint. Liars, puppets, murders and some others. My dad got worried so we went to the church and Connor McLaughlin had followed us. Apparently liars was written on the back of our car on top of bastards being written on the church. My dad told me to go into the church and he argued with Connor. It’s why he didn’t notice anything.” A few tears escaped Natalie’s eyes but all she did was dig her nails into her arm. People would think her strange no matter what so there was no reason to try to stop anything. ”I-I uh went ta-to turn on the lights. Um someone th-they came up behind me. They put something over my face.” At this point Natalie was using her hand not gripping anything to motion in front of her vaguely as if someone was putting something against her face though she got no where close to it. ”I-I tried to fight b-but there was something on the cloth.” She swallowed back a lump before she continued. ”I passed out and when I wo-when I woke up next was when th-they were throwing ice water on me. I was taped to a chair and asked what they wanted and one of them made fun of me. M-mocked me. Said that they, um, wanted a b-beautiful innocent girlfriend to l-love them. I spit at them but then they slapped me.” Natalie remembered so many detail vividly because they haunted her every night. They were in her nightmares and would not relent. ”The other person-S-Skylar the one giving or-orders called them-said they would get everything ready and uh, and th-then the one who stayed with me got in my face.” Natalie shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. ”They uh they had things to make their voices funny. And the uh the person said that my-my f-father ba-beat and murdered someone fifteen years ago with friends of his. That-that then they p-put his body on a, on a boat with h-his family that they caught fire and sent t-to sea.” Natalie never believed her father did that. He was too good of a person to do so. ”I told them they were wrong but they s-said to ask J-jude but I didn’t. at that point I begged them to let me go. B-but they just cut me fr-from the ch-chair and retaped my mouth, hands and feet and-and blindfolded me.” Natalie started having phantom feelings. She felt like there was tape on her ankles again and her breathing got shallow as she tried to calm herself. She caught sight of Isabella looking like she wanted to help but Natalie shook her head. Natalie needed to finish and Isabella didn’t need to hear everything. ”W-we drove to the docks. I um, I was in the back seat of a small car. Black I think. Anyways, um, I knew it was the docks because I could feel the slight movement as they shifted under us. P-plus they carried me onto a boat. The, the Bella I was told. They th-threw me on the floor of, of the galley. One, the one they called uh Avery, took off my blindfold. They told m-me goodbye and k-kissed me t-through the duct tape on my m-mouth before removing it. They both left.” Natalie’s tears were free flowing and her make-up was beginning to run some. She still couldn’t look at the man. ”I heard an explosion then a fe-few minutes later a splash. One of them h-had brought the boat to o-open water and then jumped out. Not long after I smelt smoke and f-fire traveled through the boat. I screamed so loud. My throat burned and I, uh, I went to one of t-the windows and kicked it open to y-yell some more. I started to feel light headed when s-someone came. They brought me u-up to the deck and threw me in the water then jumped in and bro-brought me to shore. No one knows who saved me as someone else f-found me on the shore and gave me mouth to mouth. I had swallowed wa-water when I was thrown in because the person who pulled me from the boat hadn’t r-removed the tape from my hands or feet.” Sobs wracked Natalie’s body as she reached for a nap and wiped at her face. She removed as much of the tears and streaking make-up as she could without a mirror. She knew she must be an unsavory sight to behold but didn’t care. After some deep breaths in and a few sniffles, Natalie looked in the vicinity of Michael but not directly in his eyes. ”According to the doctors I was in shock. In the galley I had rolled on a flame so I got burned on my right hip and thigh. Then when the man saved me I got one on my shoulder and one on my ankle. And I know it was a man who saved me. They uh they held me to their chest when they cared me and it was solid. There were no breasts.” Natalie’s nails dug so deep into her arm her knuckles had gone white and her fingers numb. She licked her lips as she drew in a deep breath to steady her nerves. She flattened her lips as she looked at Michael, done her recollection of the night. tagged !

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[michael]

MAYBE I'M A DIFFERENT BREED

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 355px;] michael could tell his polite conversation wasn't helping, so after that he didn't try to it anymore. the waiter brought his iced tea, asking if they were ready to order. he replied that they wouldn't be ready for a while, hoping the guy would take the hint and not interrupt for a bit. he took a sip of his tea, finding it to be really good. then michael took another bite of bread and tried not to think about the fact he was hungry. the bread would help for the moment and he could order at a later time. he saw her relax ever so slightly when he explained it'd been jude. he smiled a little when she told him about his kindness. "and he meant it, which is why he contacted me." michael was smart enough to know that natalie wouldn't get to the point of trusting him as much as she did jude, but that wasn't really necessary. she just needed to trust him enough to tell him what he needed to know. he studied her for a moment after her statement. "true, but that doesn't mean she can't be convinced to talk," michael replied, wishing he'd been able to get his hands on her before the cops had. with sam and fiona's help he was sure that they could have got the other person's name in no time. but now that she was in police custody, the only way they'd be able to get to her would be if they broke into where she was being held and kidnapped her. michael wasn't sure that anything that extreme was needed quite yet, but it was certainly an option, in his mind. he didn't bother asking if the newspaper articles were accurate because it probably wasn't necessary. unless she decided that she wasn't going to talk to him about it, after all. he had the feeling, however, that she would tell him, however much she didn't want to. michael watched natalie as she closed her eyes. he didn't say anything when a look of pain came across her face. not because he didn't feel bad for her, but because he knew it meant she was about to begin. she'd known it would be painful when she'd agreed to meet with him. he ignored the urge to lean in when she started speaking, not wanting to make her more uncomfortable. michael could hear her clearly, however, even though she spoke softly. he listened intently, a slight frown on his face as she explained in detail what had happened. parts of it differed from what the newspaper articles said, but that wasn't surprising. it was hard for michael to sit there and not say anything when he saw a few tears escape her eyes, but managed not to, though his frown got deeper. he kept quiet until she'd completed her story. michael looked down, sighing a little as he took it all in. there were questions he still had to ask, and as necessary as they were, he hated to do so. "i'm sorry you had to go through that," he told her in a sympathetic tone. he knew yet another person telling her they felt sorry for her probably wouldn't help, but he'd meant it. "i have to ask.. what they said, about your father. do you believe there's any truth to it?" of course, whatever natalie thought about it didn't make it true or untrue, but knowing what she thought about it might help. "and you have no idea who saved you?" michael asked, wondering why the person hadn't made themselves known to her as of yet.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] she‘s had all she can take SOMETHING’S GOTTA MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE. I DON‘T KNOW WHERE IT IS BUT SOMETHING‘S GOTTA GIVE Natalie respected the elder Mister Winslet just fine but the man rubbed her the wrong way. Like he was hiding something and she didn’t like that. Jude though, had always been so sweet to her. When this had happened he was one of her first visitors. It had been weird, though, as he looked like he had been crying. Sure they were close but not close enough to where he should be weeping over what had happened to her. Just she never focused on it because there was so many other things on her mind. Now knowing Jude had hired this man to look into everything going on just made her think back to when he came. Was there some things he didn’t know? ”I hope she does but it‘s doubtful. I hardly sleep.” Natalie shrugged. She didn’t say that for sympathy or pitiful looks, just it was the truth of the matter. She hardly slept at night and if she got a nap during the day she felt especially lucky. Natalie didn’t even try to look around the restaurant. Though they were in a fairly secluded spot from others, some people were bound to see her as she sobbed like a child. She was aware of the waiter as he stared at her, probably unsure of what the do. It brought her great comfort to know she had a friend in the building who was within eyesight. All Natalie had to do was look at her and she felt a sense of calm sweep over her, no matter how brief it was. She didn’t even get that with her father anymore. Now he seemed distant from her despite Natalie needing him to be there and protecting her. Unlike he had done that night. He had failed as her protector the night she was taken and she was so angry at him for it. He should have made sure she was safe, like he did any other time when at the church at night, before he continued to argue with Connor. Nothing should be more important then his daughter. Natalie found herself calm enough to where the tears no longer flow as quickly and she could breath without gulping for air. She caught eyes with the brunette woman across the restaurant before she looked back at the table. ”Honestly?” Natalie shifted her body around uncomfortably. ”I-I don’t know? I mean the only major thing that happened fifteen years ago were the fires that killed a couple dozen people and the man killed himself after. So I don’t know.” Natalie shook her head as she knitted her brows in towards the center of her forehead. ”But...at one of my therapy sessions he came and I was told to recount all that happened so he knew everything and he got angry when I mentioned what those people said. And he hasn’t been the same” Natalie blushed with shame. That was her father-she shouldn’t be talking about him in such a way but he had been acting funny since she recalled those words. What else was she supposed to do, keep it to herself? That seemed like a terrible idea. Natalie shook her head as she shrugged her shoulders slowly. ”No. the police even offered to pay a reward to whoever pulled me off the boat but no one stepped forward. It could be someone from out of town for all we know.” By now she felt much calmed, thankfully. Just she now had a headache forming from her crying and her hands had yet to stop shaking from the anxiety. She grabbed at her purse, a gift from a good friend, and searched for her medications. Once her hands found the orange bottle she opened the lid before she dropped a pill onto her palm. With that in her mouth she swallowed it down with her iced tea. She was going to be in a zombie state once it kicked in but anything to ease her nerve riddled body was a good think. tagged !

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