Hey! This is my first House story in English. And I gotta say, that I'm Austrian so actually I speak German.

Please forgive me, if there are mistakes in it (I really tried hard not to make any)!

:)

Chapter 1 – What have you done?

There she was. Her pillow pressed tightly against her, tears in her eyes. She let her gaze slide over the sheets, his hand still rested on her waist. On the nightstand, a little calendar had its place. She could make out the date, since the moonlight was shining through the window. With one trembling hand she reached out and gripped the calendar. „Tuesday" it read. One single tear spilled down her cheek and wettened the paper. She watched her tear, as it slid over the black letters oh-so-slowly.

Carefully, she tried to get out of his embrace. The last thing she wanted in this moment was to wake him up. She didn't want to look in his face – in his eyes.

Slowly she sank back into the pillows and closed her eyes. His breath smelled of alcohol. Though she had already turned away from him, she could still smell him. She pressed her lips tightly together, as she desperately tried to hold back a loud sob. Finally she cried herself to a restless sleep.

The first shafts of sun shined through the window, the birds sang, outside everything seemed so perfect. She had already been awake for long, but she didn't dare make a move. She didn't dare leave the bed.

The young woman shivered, as he suddenly moved in his sleep. She sat there motionless, as he straightened up and rubbed his dozy eyes. Slowly, he turned his head. He obviously was looking for eye contact. What did he expect of her? That she forgot everything he had done to her last night? That she smiled at him, pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and whispered a lovely "Good morning, sweetheart" in his ear? She still didn't look at him, she just kept staring straight ahead. She wouldn't give him this satisfaction. In the end he would possibly think that he hadn't done anything wrong or bad. She instantly jumped up, as he laid his hand on her back.

"Allison...", he whispered.

"How dare you touch me...?", she hissed, "Back off!"

Again her eyes were filling with tears.

He just stood up without saying another word. When he was fully dressed, he left. Without a sound.

Right after the door closed behind him, Allison made her way to the bathroom. Nude. She looked at herself in the mirror.

Bruises on her wrists, on her belly, on her breasts. She felt sick. The very sight of her bruised body was insufferable.

Still looking at her own bruised body, she finally turned her back on the mirror and stepped into the shower cubicle. All she wanted, was to feel the hot water on her skin. To wash away the evidences of a crime.

°It wasn't his fault...he was drunk.°, she tried to tell herself.

°You can't tolerate this behavior! Yeah...he was drunk...so what? It doesn't justify what he has done to you!°, a voice in her head suddenly shouted at her.

That was when she lost it and began sobbing hysterically. Her salty tears mixed up with the hot water.

There she stood, under the hot water – motionless and still crying. Minutes passed by. When the water finally seemed to get colder with every passing second she turned off the water tap .

Cameron shut her eyes tightly, as she stepped out of the shower. She couldn't and wouldn't look at her oppressed body now. Without looking at her naked form in the mirror, she wrapped herself into a fluffy towel. When she finally caught a glimpse of her own image in the mirror, she saw what she had expected to see. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying – expressionless. Her dark, wet hair was falling over her shoulders in soft curls.

Just a few minutes later, Allison was back in her bedroom, rummaging through her wardrobe. She was looking for her favorite green turtle neck. When she had finally found it she put it on and went back to the bathroom, to proof if it was the right thing to wear. On normal days, this pullover fitted the color of her eyes so well, but today it was just a simple pullover, her eyes weren't shining, just shades of grey.

But this hadn't been the reason, why she had been looking for it anyway.

It wouldn't give away anything, wouldn't allow her colleagues to take a glimpse at the bruises on her neck. Cameron didn't even want to think of what would happen, if anyone saw them.

She just turned away from the mirror again – her mind drifting of to what had happened last night.

Why had he done this to her? Yes...she still had feelings for House, but she never knew that he had known. She had claimed that she was over him.

Until now, she'd always believed, that he didn't even think about it. But what he had said to her last night, changed everything. It had changed her.

I hope you like it :)

Btw – thanks to Omelting.snowO for beta reading luv