Love is a Battlefield
This is my first Huddy Fanfic. An idea I though of this morning and couldn't wait to write. I've currently wrote a lot of Mac/Jo CSI fic's and really wanted to give Huddy writing a go. I haven't wrote a Fanfic in a while- due to an Essay which I got an A- for so I'm quite happy about that seen as though it was my first one and I'm taking my GCSE's early, so I was ecstatic with that result. So read and review and Follow me on Twitter CSIBeyonceGirl_ - My DP is of Huddy of course!
House didn't know what hade come over him. He replayed last nights events over and over in his head, each time regretting what he had done even more. He couldn't believe that their recurring verbal match had turned into a physical fight and that he had hit her. He kept seeing her face, the bruise forming within seconds of the contact. He had hurt her- his precious angel. Her skin so soft like a fresh layer of snow covering the damp ground, her eyes like priceless diamonds- glimmering with purity. He couldn't understand why he had hurt his beautiful angel.
He had turned into a monster last night, an unrecognisable demon that he had never unleashed. He had scared himself but more importantly he had scared her. He thought back to why he had laid a hand on her and he couldn't even remember why- he was out of control. All he could think of was the moment his fist made contact with her perfect face and the moments after that terrible incident. The way she had whimpered and squirmed when he tried to apologise and the way her eyes looked at him in terror as apposed to lust. He prayed, not even sure why as he didn't even believe in a God- but she did. He thought that if he prayed- maybe Lisa's faith could get them through. He wished he did have faith like Lisa and in times like this he actually knew how pray and how to ask God for forgiveness. He loved her, he cared deeply for her and he couldn't understand how he could have hurt her. The moment he swung his fist, he wasn't himself- he remembers watching him self hit her and wishing that the foreign man in front of him would stop. But he couldn't stop him as it wasn't another Man it was his own reflection staring back at him from the mirror.
After he had flew that regretted punch, he had ran- he had said sorry and ran. He left her frightened, confused and upset, just curled up on her floor weeping hysterically. He had ignored the voice of little Rachel asking him where he was going and he had just left without another word. He walked into the darkness of despair and asked the unknown surroundings what the hell he had done.
And that's when he found himself at the hospital in his office the next morning waiting for her to arrive for work…
