Statesville Prison, PA, 2002:
Love and Betrayal, Part 1
(Lindsay/Colin/Troy)
Summary: In solitary confinement at Statesville after her tense confrontation with Nora, Lindsay reflects upon her relationship with the MacIver twins.
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"198...199...200..."
It was amazing the number of cracks that could be found in the tiny, solitary cell. For the umpteenth time in 48 hours, Lindsay Rappaport sat on her bunk and took in her stark surroundings, wondering how many of those before her had gone mad in that very room. The days had dragged slowly, and there had been too much time to think, to remember....
"Cheer up, Lindsay," she told herself aloud, "this beats having to do laundry or worry about Tillie."
Lindsay looked down at her red, flaking, work-roughened hands. "Oh, my dear, you could use a manicure!" she laughed at the absurdity of it all. Laughing. It felt so foreign to her now. But laughing was good?it would keep her alive -- and sane - in this hellhole.
Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do to fight off the memory of Nora's visit playing over and over again in her mind. Ms. High-and-Mighty had obviously hoped to enjoy herself at Lindsay's expense. Burning tears flew to Lindsay's eyes at the thought of the hurt and humiliation she had felt that afternoon.
"At least I managed to rub that smug smile off of your face, Nora." Lindsay crawled under the abrasive blanket and curled herself up protectively.
"You'll see," Lindsay whispered intently, tears now flowing unchecked and soaking the thin material. "Dr. Troy will make you think he loves you and then you'll find out what he's really like. You see, I thought he was different from his brother, but I was wrong. Oh, God, I was a fool!"
Lindsay flung the blanket away and wiped her eyes. No more tears. No more weakness. She couldn't, no, she wouldn't, give them the satisfaction of pushing her to a breakdown. But despite her best efforts, she could see his face as if it were yesterday, and her mind raced back?back to the memory of the kind, loving gaze of his deep blue eyes as he tenderly stroked her hair and face, hearing his voice?.
("You, young lady, are the woman I adore. I am incredibly happy.")
