A/N: WARNING!!!! This fic does deal with rape. I'm not very comfortable writing about it, so it's really not graphic at all. This is my first attempt at a GH fic, and I was so inspired by the dynamic of Kristina and Ethan that I wanted to write this. They will eventually become a couple in this fic and I do plan to deviate from the GH storyline as of the March 12th, 2010 episode. It ends on a cliffhanger in which Keifer is about to attack Kristina after she ditched him to try and snag Ethan at the Haunted Star. He grabs her and she kind of snaps before leaving.
I don't really like the actress who plays Kristina, so the description of her within this fic may vary from what the actress actually looks like. Thanks and hope you enjoy!
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There's the crack of his hand across her face. A split inside her cheek and rattling of her teeth. She's shocked. Why is she always shocked? It's not like this is the first time. She looks up and he heart almost freezes in her chest. All the times before, she could see his remorse ready to come out and cradle her.
But his eyes are dark and he is shaking with a furious rage that terrifies her. It's not like on television. Where the girl is frozen in shock, seemingly numb and outside her own body. Kristina can feel everything. The sting in her cheek, the aching of her jaw, the incredible fear that wraps its claws around her throat. Silencing her.
She crawls away, a vain attempt to escape. He follows her, almost without effort. She's waiting. For what? For him to strike again. For some valiant knight to ride in on his white horse and save her. For her mind to wake, realizing it's only been a dream.
Only one of them comes true, and it's the worst of outcomes.
Keifer reaches down, grabbing her by her hair he drags her away from the table. She feels strands being pulled from her scalp as he does so, and then the pain of a cracked rib as he throws her against the coffee table. Her hairs falls from the updo that took her an hour to get just right, falling in a curtain of curls around her battered face. She tries to scream, and it finally comes. She keeps screaming, hoping someone will hear. For a moment she wonders if her mother ever considered the safety a city can have instead of a home in the wilderness.
No one hears her.
He slaps her again, crowing profanities at her as he continues his onslaught. Suddenly he's ripping her dress and he panic starts anew, realizing what he's planning. She's kicking and scratching at him, she can feel his skin tear under her nails. He doesn't seem to notice, so intent on his purpose.
She hears screaming, almost distantly and he heart jumps. Will she be saved? A hand wraps around her throat and her heart falls, realizing it was she who was screaming.
He takes her there, on her mothers living room floor. She wishes she could black out, maybe she'll get lucky and he won't leave her alive she thinks. But no, it's much worse. When he's done he kisses her tears and tells her he loves her. He leaves like nothing happened.
Going so far as to switch off the lights as he leaves, leaving her in the shadows of night.
The bile rises in her throat, she rolls onto her stomach releasing the contents of her stomach onto the expensive rug. She doesn't know where her clothes are, she doesn't even think to reach for the phone that is only a few feet away. She only feels the broken pieces of her body as she lies naked on the floor. She can only sob, her throat sore from Keifers grip and the screams that no one heard.
Hours pass like seconds. She knows she should get up, clean up before her mother gets home... Her mother... and Molly. She feels sick again... How can she face them? Will she tell anyone...
She doesn't get to answer her own questions, she finally blacks out. And it's a sweet reprieve...
He watches Sam leave the casino in a flurry of fitted clothes and dark hair. She's beautiful and strong, he understands why Jason's so in love with her. It's a passing thought, not something dwells on. Just a simple fact, like rain comes from cloud or the fact that his father's a con artist.
No, he doesn't dwell on that.
Sam may have left but her words linger around him like cigar smoke, the kind that's stagnant and doesn't rise. Stay away from her...
Ethan's always prided himself on being a gentleman under any and all circumstances. He's never raised a hand to a woman, or girl. He's never thought himself even capable of it. The guilt begins to eat at him for mostly wrong reasons.
That's Sonny's daughter...
She's young and very impressionable...
You said I was lovely...
What would Rebecca or Jennifer have thought of him, if they'd seen him tonight? His table is empty and Ethan gives in. He'll go and apologize, God willing succeed in some damage control. Grabbing his jacket off his chair he leaves, resolved to end this drama once and for all.