A/N: I would love to thank "I can kill you with my brain" for being an awesome Beta, You Rock!:) Hope you enjoy! there's more to come:)
Sometimes in life, you're only going to have seconds to think. Think too long, and your life could end. When your life is only hanging on by a thin strand, you have to know all the right moves, whether they feel right or not.
For Kate, not only did she have to know every single move, she had to watch them as well.
Kate walked the wet sidewalks of D.C. in her bare feet, her bangs clinging to her forehead. Her once cream-colored blouse laid torn across her chest and hung off her right shoulder, which was covered with a horrible rug burn. It was also blood-stained from her nose, which had been crushed into a wall.
Her brown, silky hair was now hard and plastered to the back of her head, caked with blood from being slammed into the glass of the kitchen cabinet.
On the walk to his apartment Kate kept replaying the horrifying scene over and over in her head:
Steve, her boyfriend, flipping out and grabbing her by the neck, pushing her into the wall and crushing her nose before throwing her to the floor and trying to rip her blouse off of her.
Her kicking him away and running to the kitchen to grab a knife only for him to dig his fingertips into the sides of her neck, spinning her around and smashing her head back into the glass of the cabinet, causing it to shatter and rain on to the counter and floor.
With one powerful kick she was able to throw him to the floor before running out into the stormy night.
Kate shook her head; no matter how many times she replayed it in her mind, it always caused her to go numb.
Before walking up the steps to his apartment she looked to make sure she wasn't being followed.
It was like pulling teeth for Kate to be able to knock on his door. When she finally did, Kate dug her hands nervously into her pockets. That's when her head starting spinning, filled with questions. What if he doesn't help me? What if I die? What if-...
The turning of the lock on his door caused her to snap out of her trance.
When he opened his door, the sight Tony saw caused his heart to sink. Kate Todd stood there on his door step at three-thirty in the morning, bloody, afraid, and physically and emotionally scarred.
Her hazel eyes, which were usually warm, bright, and loving were now misty and welling up with tears. The last thing she was able to choke out before she broke down was:
"Tony, please help me."
Let me know what you think!
Horseshoes & Hugs:)
COUNTRYYCHICKK:)