Nowhere to Run

Chapter Five

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update! I've been trying to apply for a job, and I have had horseback riding lessons!

Anyway, here is the long-awaited fifth chapter of 'Nowhere to Run'! Enjoy!

Lizzie's cell phone was ringing shrilly inside her purse. "Coming! Coming!" Lizzie sighed as she took her phone out of her purse and answered it. "Hello, this is Lizzie," she said pleasantly.

The voice on the other end of the line, chilled her right to the bone. "I told you, you couldn't run from me forever, Lizzie," said Cormac in a sly voice.

Lizzie swallowed hard. She had no idea how Cornac could have found her, let alone her number. "What do you want?" she asked automatically. Cormac laughed. "You know," he said. The way he sneered at her made Lizzie's skin crawl. "L-leave me alone, Cormac!" Lizzie spat, trying not to sound terrified.

Cormac laughed again. "You still don't get it, do you?" he asked. "Get what?" Lizzie asked. "It's me who makes the rules," he said. "Nothing is over until I say!" Lizzie was not frightened by this statement. Cormac had said the same thing when they were at Hogwarts together, during the time he stalked, and eventually raped her.

"Where's you friend, Sam?" demanded Cormac. Lizzie snorted derisively. "Like I'm gonna tell you!" she said. "I'll kill him, you know," said Cormac. "I know where you are, and I will find you, and Sam, and I will kill him, and then you!"

Lizzie was so terrified now, that she immediately hung up the phone, just as Sam came through the door, carrying a paper bag with a fast food insignia on it as well as a six-pack of beer.

"Hey, Liz – Hey! Are you okay?" Sam had taken notice of Lizzie's terrified state as well as her phone which she had dropped after Cormac had threatened both Sam's life, and hers.

"What's wrong?" asked Sam worriedly. "You look like you've seen a ghost, or something!" Lizzie was breathing heavily as she clutched at her heart, which was beating rapidly.

After Sam got Lizzie a beer, he set her down at a table and coaxed her into telling him what had just happened.

"But you said that this guy was just a creep who you went to school with!" said Sam, obviously shocked. "No," said Lizzie as she sniffled and wiped her tears away, slightly smearing her eye makeup. "He – He was more than that. He was my stalker,"

Lizzie then began to tell a sickening, spine tingling story of how Cormac had first set his sights on Lizzie at the popular bar The Three Broomsticks where Lizzie held a part time job. After taking him out for coffee and a friendly chat, Cormac confessed his undying love for Lizzie and wanted a relationship with her. But he didn't just want Lizzie as a girlfriend, he wanted her as a lover.

After Lizzie had politely rejected him, explaining that premarital sex went against her religious beliefs, Cormac became obsessed with getting Lizzie to notice him, and hopefully have sex with him.

It started with innocent things; bumping into her in the halls, offering to study with her, things of that nature, but it soon became apparent to Lizzie what he was after and she was determined to not let him have it.

That's when the stalking began.

One incident involved Lizzie finding a bouquet of red roses on her bedside table in her dormitory with a letter from Cormac, again professing his love to her. Lizzie took the flowers and burned them, which in turn, angered Cormac further. He began to spread nasty rumors about her, saying she slept with some of her classmates, and even worked at a strip club, which caused several of Lizzie's friends to turn against her.

But the worst was yet to come, when Cormac went so far as to change his course schedule to match Lizzie's, and when he was in class, he would give Lizzie these disgusting perverted looks.

Time and time again, Lizzie tried going to Professor Dumbledore for help. But since it was her word against Cormac's there was little Professor Dumbledore could do for her. In the minds of the school staff, these were just two schoolmates who could not get alone – no big deal.

This made Lizzie so angry that she took out a piece of parchment, scribbled her family's contact information on it and handed it to Professor Dumbledore. When he asked what it was for, Lizzie replied, "These are the people you're going to be calling when you find me raped and murdered!" and with that, she exited Professor Dumbledore's office, fuming.

It wasn't until two weeks later that Cormac to his stalking to a whole new level. Lizzie had been fed up with having to tolerate Cormac and his horrible perverted ways, and was planning on dropping out of Hogwarts to escape. She was just finishing packing her trunk when she found herself alone with Cormac, who was demanding to know where she was going. Although she was terrified of him, Lizzie tried remaining calm, and poured him a drink saying calmly. "You ought to lighten up, Cormac. You don't wanna lose control do you?"

"So where are you gonna go?" asked Cormac. Lizzie had replied that she was going to stay with her family. "Dropping out of school, quitting your job, and no boyfriend," sighed Cormac. Lizzie gave him a smug look and said coolly, "I'll survive,"

Cormac had smiled "That's what you said when you rejected me the first time. "Still here, aren't I?" was Lizzie's reply.

They had continued to talk, until Cormac made a move to kiss Lizzie on the mouth, and she pushed him away while angrily saying, "Get away from me!" For a moment, Cormac had stared at her, and Lizzie later speculated that this one last rejection was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Cormac whispered, "You don't mean that," then grabbed her by the wrists, wrestled her to the ground and began to violently rape her. While Lizzie was sobbing, while Cormac held her down, he kept telling her "Don't make this difficult, I don't want to hurt you,"

What Cormac was unaware of however, was that Lizzie had drugged Cormac's glass of pumpkin juice with a simple yet powerful sleeping potion, and it had begun to take effect as Lizzie tried to escape, Cormac had grabbed ahold of Lizzie's wrist, but she wrestled it out of his grip and shoved him away as he passed out.

Earlier that day, however, she had talked with a friend who was studying to become a Healer at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and asked how you could convincingly fake your own death.

After working out a plan, a large syringe of Lizzie's own blood was drawn from her arm, and put in her purse, and Lizzie prepared the sleeping potion in which she would drug Cormac with.

After Cormac had been knocked out, Lizzie dragged his limp body to the corner of the common room out of the way, and took the syringe of blood out of her purse, and began spurting blood out across the carpet, to make it look like she had been ferociously stabbed. She then took a roll of trash bags, and silver duct tape, and put it by one of the legs of the large scarlet armchairs.

Lizzie then changed her clothes, and used a Severing Charm to make it look like her panties had been ripped from her body. Luckily, there was already seminal fluid on the pair of underwear Lizzie had used the Severing Charm on.

She then repacked her trunk, snuck of the castle and Disapparated once she got outside the Hogwarts grounds.

"It's a miracle you got out of that alive, Liz," said Dean, who had walked into the hotel room while Lizzie was telling her story and Sam had to fill him in on what had happened, and the details of Lizzie's story.

"Mm-hmm," said Lizzie nodding as she wiped more tears away with her sleeve. "And a few moments ago, he somehow called me, and threatened to kill me and you, Sam," she said, gazing tearfully up at her boyfriend.

Dean stood up angrily. "That son of a bitch!" he growled. "What can we do?" asked Lizzie. "He said, he knew where to find me,"

"Well, I say we change hotels to throw him off," Lizzie shook her head. "Won't work," she said. "My phone has GPS on it, and he has my number now,"

Lizzie knew that there was only one thing she could do: despite that she was deathly afraid, she knew she had to eventually face up to Cormac.

"So, you're saying you have to face Cormac yourself?" asked Dean, sounding appalled. "Yeah, it looks like it," said Lizzie as she sighed. "That's suicide!" said Dean. Lizzie shrugged. "What else can I do, Dean?" she asked. "It's like Cormac said, I can't run from him forever, because he will always catch up to me somehow. But then, confronting Cormac will mean I'll have to face my past. I've been running from it for so long,"

Lizzie then received a sharp blow to the head by Sam. "Oww!" Lizzie gasped, clutching her head. "Gosh! What the heck was that for, Sam?" Sam smiled at her. "It doesn't matter," he replied. "It's in the past!"

"Ugh! Yeah, but it still hurts," said Lizzie, still rubbing the spot where Sam had playfully hit her. "Oh, yeah," said Sam serenely, nodding at her. "The past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or you can learn from it!" He made a move to punch her again (although playfully), and Lizzie moved out of the way. "Ah-ha!" said Sam happily. "You see what I mean?" Lizzie smiled as she stopped rubbing her head. "Thanks. And, did you just quote 'The Lion King?'" she asked while laughing slightly. "You're not the only one who likes that movie!" said Sam as he winked seductively at her.

Lizzie smiled. She knew that Sam was right. If she wasn't going to run from her past, she had to learn from it; and that meant she had to confront him once and for all.