Digging For Answers, Not Love - Chap 5 part 2
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Clark walks into one of the few art museums in Metro City and gapes in awe at his surroundings. He spies kids on school field trips and what he assumes are regulars who admire and study the art. He hasn't had the time with both of his day and night jobs as a reporter and a superhero to visit this highly regarded art capital of the Midwest.

Digging For Answers, Not Love - Chap 5 part 2

Clark walks into one of the few art museums in Metro City and gapes in awe at his surroundings. He spies kids on school field trips and what he assumes are regulars who admire and study the art.

He hasn't had the time with both of his day and night jobs as a reporter and a superhero to visit this highly regarded art capital of the Midwest.

But, looking around he wishes he had made some time. Clark approaches the receptionist and is immediately directed to an in-progress exhibit that is off-limits to the public.

Feeling a little wary, he takes the offered access badge and slowly makes his way to the back of the building.

The entrance is blocked by a stern security guard but, one glance at his museum certified access lanyard and he reluctantly steps aside.

Clark walks into the mostly empty exhibit except for a few miscellaneous pieces strewn about the room.

Before he could examine his surroundings any further he hears heels clicking against the marble flooring and Roxanne emerges into the room.

She is not alone but is practically swarmed by people scribbling down notes and hanging on to her every word.

The group struggles to keep up with her power walk and practically sprint to match her long strides.

She stops talking when her eyes land on the various artworks littering the floor of the room. He hears her take a deep breath through her nostrils.

Her pink lips part into a frown when she says, "Can we please get these works categorized and into our system but, most importantly, off the floor and out of the sunlight."

The swarm's pens freeze and they scramble off to do her bidding. Clark watches Roxanne roll her eyes at their antics and pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration.

She turns towards his direction and sees him standing there studying her with what she assumes is amusement at her situation.

"Good, you got my voicemail. I was starting to think you had some other commitment." He opens his mouth to say something when she cut off his response by commanding him to follow her.

Before she forgot she turns toward the entrance where the security guard was standing and says, "Hank you're in charge of them."

Clark notices the stern man smile and salute her order before eyeing the scrambling assistants. Clark immediately trails after her strutting figure and takes the time to examine her.

He picks up on her stress by looking at her tense shoulders and furrowed brow, most likely from ordering around incompetent people.

He follows her into a spacious office that holds various bookshelves filled with artifacts and well...books.

Papers and sticky notes are stuck on every surface in the room with various ideas, names, and pictures.

Clark turns to ask Roxanne a question when he finds her sitting behind her desk waiting for him to sit down with a bored expression on her face.

He blushes and sheepishly plops down in the uncomfortable chair.

Satisfied that he was finally listening to her she pulls out thick files and folders filled with papers and stuffed to the point of almost breaking.

Seeing the questions in his blue eyes Roxanne explains. "This is all of the information I have on my situation. But, almost none of it is concrete.

It's only theories or folklore that I have combed through extensively for the last 5 years. I don't know if we can use any of it but it's what I got..."

Even though she sounds confident when beginning her explanation, Clark can tell she is starting to feel nervous at the end and stops her before she starts to ramble on.

He gently suggests, "why don't you first tell me what happened so I can be able to help you better?" Roxanne bit her lip nervously and sighs before slightly nodding in agreement.

She jerkily gets up from her chair and moves towards the small sofa in the corner of the office while grabbing a thick journal before sitting down on its cushions.

She gestures for him to sit next to her and he settles down next to her curiously eyeing the journal in her hands.

Roxanne can't look him in the eyes as she begins to tell the story of the worst time of her life.

"This is off the record and my father and Uncle Perry have worked hard to let me have my privacy after what happened."

She pauses and takes a deep calming breath, hoping to not relive this part of her life.

"My mother was always a little off. But her mental health was never expected to get to the point that it got before she was court-ordered to remain in an insane asylum.

One night while my dad was away for work she drugged me, dragged me into our basement, and tied me down to a table.

I was lucky for the first few hours that I was unconscious because when I woke up I saw a woman that couldn't be my mother.

She was in the middle of a conversation with either herself or one of the many voices in her diseased mind. I could hear her deciding what part of my body "needed" to be cut next."

Tears fell from Roxanne's watery eyes and she wipes them away berating herself for letting this moment....no her mother... still have power over her after all these years.

continue to part 2

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