Post by Bryce Crowe on Sept 18, 2016 7:57:31 GMT -5
The strain with Mira was put in place the day she found out she was pregnant. It was something unexpected and as easily as he could have left her in the dust with it, he decided to do the right thing. All his life, him and his brothers were not doing the right thing, even after he joined the academy and then was hired by the Sheriff's office. That was something he was going to make right.
The arguments were there, as any normal couple would have, but he blamed her outbursts on her hormones. She was always a cool chick, fun party girl that lived free, but as soon as they settled, something changed. She changed. She needed to though. She couldn't be that wild party girl with their son coming and he figured after he was born she would go a little bit back to normal, without the heavy drinking or drug use. But he was mistaken. She completely changed. She stayed home and refused to go back to work. That put more pressure on him to take care of his family and with mounting bills from a new baby he had to get creative on a cop's salary. Doing the right thing wasn't paying off. He turned to his family, mostly his brothers, to take care of that extra income they all needed and that was where the payoff was. He kept Mira in the dark, telling her he was taking on extra security jobs for the money but even that wasn't making her happy. She wanted him home. She wanted him to work bankers hours, which was impossible for the kind of job he did. There were many aspects to his job that kept his brothers off the record and noses clean..in the eyes of the law.
As he wandered down the street wearing plain clothes in New Orleans, he sought out comfort, alone, after having another fight with Mira. He was a few hours from home and in the city for law enforcement training. It was standard training he had to go through but she didn't get it. She wanted him to come home every night but he wanted to stay close to the city. The tension between them was almost unbearable but he couldn't allow her to just leave with their young son. It was his son too and she would just take his money and his son from him..she had threatened that several times.
He just wanted to have a drink, maybe a bite to eat, possibly hit a strip club, then head back to his hotel room. He was texting back and forth with Francine who had already contacted him about Mira and Andrew, who she was trying to look after while he was away. Mira was being belligerent to the entire family and now that was starting to rub his mother the wrong way.
The thunder and dark clouds had gathered above and as he was texting, the droplets started to fall across the screen of his phone, rolling away. Before he could get soaked, he ducked under an awning, which happened to be a restaurant. For him, that was good enough. It looked clean and well taken care of and when he stepped inside, he looked around, wondering if he should wait for a hostess or just sit himself at the bar. It looked plenty busy for dinner and he was feeling the rumble in his stomach as the smell of freshly baked bread and sugar hit his senses.
He felt a bit out of place having dinner alone. He was used to eating alone in his patrol car or just stopping in to some fast food place for a burger here and there, but this place was not fast food. It looked far fancier with what appeared to be a wine bar and servers in neatly pressed aprons. There was dull conversations around the restaurant, but nothing that would interest him. He had to make sure Francine was calming down and control Mira's actions.
The arguments were there, as any normal couple would have, but he blamed her outbursts on her hormones. She was always a cool chick, fun party girl that lived free, but as soon as they settled, something changed. She changed. She needed to though. She couldn't be that wild party girl with their son coming and he figured after he was born she would go a little bit back to normal, without the heavy drinking or drug use. But he was mistaken. She completely changed. She stayed home and refused to go back to work. That put more pressure on him to take care of his family and with mounting bills from a new baby he had to get creative on a cop's salary. Doing the right thing wasn't paying off. He turned to his family, mostly his brothers, to take care of that extra income they all needed and that was where the payoff was. He kept Mira in the dark, telling her he was taking on extra security jobs for the money but even that wasn't making her happy. She wanted him home. She wanted him to work bankers hours, which was impossible for the kind of job he did. There were many aspects to his job that kept his brothers off the record and noses clean..in the eyes of the law.
As he wandered down the street wearing plain clothes in New Orleans, he sought out comfort, alone, after having another fight with Mira. He was a few hours from home and in the city for law enforcement training. It was standard training he had to go through but she didn't get it. She wanted him to come home every night but he wanted to stay close to the city. The tension between them was almost unbearable but he couldn't allow her to just leave with their young son. It was his son too and she would just take his money and his son from him..she had threatened that several times.
He just wanted to have a drink, maybe a bite to eat, possibly hit a strip club, then head back to his hotel room. He was texting back and forth with Francine who had already contacted him about Mira and Andrew, who she was trying to look after while he was away. Mira was being belligerent to the entire family and now that was starting to rub his mother the wrong way.
The thunder and dark clouds had gathered above and as he was texting, the droplets started to fall across the screen of his phone, rolling away. Before he could get soaked, he ducked under an awning, which happened to be a restaurant. For him, that was good enough. It looked clean and well taken care of and when he stepped inside, he looked around, wondering if he should wait for a hostess or just sit himself at the bar. It looked plenty busy for dinner and he was feeling the rumble in his stomach as the smell of freshly baked bread and sugar hit his senses.
He felt a bit out of place having dinner alone. He was used to eating alone in his patrol car or just stopping in to some fast food place for a burger here and there, but this place was not fast food. It looked far fancier with what appeared to be a wine bar and servers in neatly pressed aprons. There was dull conversations around the restaurant, but nothing that would interest him. He had to make sure Francine was calming down and control Mira's actions.