A fiction that women everywhere are reading and fantasizing about, when it’s giving off a wrong picture! It’s leaving thousands open to being victims of domestic abuse because it’s in a book, Meredith, it’s a danger to women and men alike.
And there are movies and series about serial killers, which leaves thousands open to being victims of that, too. This is just how it works, that doesn’t make it any more right, Allie.
"Don’t tell me what I want," Allison mutters, finally struggling to her feet. "Just drop it, Meredith. Please," She says softly, grabbing a chart from her desk, holding it against her chest and sliding her phone in her pocket. "I gotta go," Allie tells her, putting the paper with the hearing information in her desk. "I’ll see you later," She mutters, heading out the door.
Meredith sits there and stares still, knowing deep down that she was right, even though Allison would not admit it. She was about to say that she wouldn’t drop it, but she decided not to say anything. It would only make her even more upset, and that was exactly what she didn’t need given her condition. “Right, see you,” she mutters as Allison exits, and sitting in her office, she looks around. She couldn’t let all of that happen and not do a thing about it. She had to do something about it. She just had to. Noticing the letter on Allison’s desk, she stands up and walks up to grab it. Reading through quickly, her eyes set on the date of the hearing. She puts the letter back on the desk and heads out of the office.
You can touch her, just wear a face mask and make sure you wash your hands before touching the girls, like I’m doing. Just be careful. You know how to do that, you’re a doctor.
How would you feel if your mom put a mask on to come and see you, then washed her hands twice to be sure before touching anybody else? She probably feels like a disease, poor thing. And there is nothing more we can do. [sits up as Derek mentions how she knows what to do, being a doctor] What, are you going to tell me to soak it up, too?
She wouldn’t let Evan go because there was no way she could be apart from him for him to go there. She needed him, here with her and Ella and Lilia. He belonged here, and it would just end badly, cause Evan would have a temper when it came to Charlie. And she didn’t want Meredith to go because she wanted her here, too, for her, and because she had a family, a life. She didn’t want her flying across the country to fight her battles. “No, Mer, I can’t ask you to do that. Please just let it go,” Allie begs, looking down at the letter in her hand. The hearing was only a few weeks away. “I need to get back to work,” She says after a moment, softly, though she makes no move to get up.
"But you’re not asking me, Allison," Meredith explains, shaking her head, still holding her hands. "I’m asking you.” she corrects, keeping her eyes locked on her, trying to find the most convincing thing to say that would make her change her mind. She could understand that she did not want her to go, but then she didn’t because she knew deep down that she would rather have her go than to have her mother doing it instead. Meredith leans back and sighs, letting go of Allison’s hands as she begs her to stop asking, not wanting her to do it. She gulps, sitting there, not making a move either. “You know you want me to do it.” she says, eyes always still locked on her.
It’s advertised about BDSM, you know, dominance and submission in sexual relations. And if people are into that, I don’t judge, like whatever floats your boat…but that book is not BDSM, it’s abuse. That started out as a Twilight fanfiction.
Okay, calm down. This is not you, or Charlie. It’s a book. And a movie. It’s a fiction. And it’s not proving this right by any way, it’s just a fiction.
There was a list of reasons in Allison’s head of why she couldn’t go in person to the parole hearing to speak her part. The first one was that she didn’t want to be flying while she was so pregnant, and others included not wanting to see him, not wanting him to know she was pregnant, and being to afraid to set foot in Boston. She often thought about going back to visit, to see her parents, brothers, nephews. To visit Mass Gen and see her old boss, old coworkers. But the thought of being in a plane and touching down at Logan, of being back where so many memories were was too scary. She wasn’t ready. Allie had taken Ella and left, intending to never look back, and it was way too soon. And she didn’t want anyone she loved there, either. She couldn’t get her parents and brothers to leave, but she didn’t want to send Meredith to do her dirty work, not when she had three kids, a husband, and a job, especially. “No, my mom will do it. Or I’ll record a video or something,” she murmurs.
There was no way Meredith expected for Allison to fly out to Boston for that parole hearing. For obvious reasons such as her pregnancy, flying at such a stage would be risky, and all risks had to be avoided. And mostly the fact that facing Charlie would be so hard, after everything she could only understand that she did not want to see him. She wouldn’t want to see him if she were her. Or maybe she would, if there was no way that he could be released and she could just speak up there, in front of him, showing him how she had moved on and how he couldn’t get to her any longer. But the slight chance that he could get out would probably stop her from wanting to do that, and she would probably just want to avoid going there. And that was where Meredith came in, suggesting Allison to go for her. She had no strings attached to Charlie, he didn’t even know her just like she didn’t personally know him either. She knew about all the atrocities he had done, and she wanted to be there when they would tell him he could not leave. “No, Allie, please,” she said, turning to her and holding her hands, making her look up at her, “let me do it. I want to do it for you. Please. Let me do that for you.”