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Chapter 2 Just Wait

1 Month Later

The rain was pounding hard against the roof of the car as Chris rolled down the fogged up window a little enough to see through the window of the apartment complex across the street. He looked through the binoculars at the last window on the second floor and froze when he saw her. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, laughing as the Aussie tried to cook. He angrily kept his gaze on her. He's been searching for days and he finally found her. It's been two years since the last time he's seen her and she looked different, happier. He noticed she changed her hair. It was longer, darker, and styled with bangs. She looked more beautiful than ever and this time he wasn't letting her go. Seeing her laugh sent a chill down his spine. How dare she laughs! How dare she cheats on him with the man who stoled her from him! A vivid image of them in bed together made him clench the binoculars in anger. Chris had to force himself to stay in the car and not burst in there to kill that son of a bitch.

"Just wait," he told himself. "It's not time yet."

Meanwhile inside of the apartment, Chase and Cameron were in the kitchen, oblivious to the fact that Chris was watching them. Cameron sat on the counter and watched as Chase tried to cook dinner for her. He was trying so hard and she didn't have the heart to tell him he was already screwing up. She couldn't help but laugh as he added a little too much of the spices. "Are you sure you don't want me to help?" she asked as he stirred the burning chicken and vegetables in the frying pan.

"No, I got this Ally," Chase smiled at his girlfriend. She looked so pretty sitting there with her faded old jeans and wearing his favorite sweatshirt he loaned her the first year they started dating and never got back.

"We could just order take out," she suggested.

"You just don't want to try my cooking," he teased her. Her eyes widened innocently.

"I didn't say that!" Chase laughed at her answer and kissed her.

"Let me take care of you," he whispered. Her heart melted in her chest and she decided to at least try to like his cooking. She kissed him back as he wrapped his arms around her. She could feel the warmth of his body and her skin tingled where he touched her.

"How about we just forget food for awhile and we go into the room," she whispered in his ear. Chase grinned that dopey grin she loved so much and couldn't keep back a laugh as he turned off the stove. He turned back to her and she wrapped her legs around him, holding on to him as they kissed. He lifted her off the counter and carried her down the hall and into her bedroom.

Chris's heart practically stopped when he saw them kissing. How could she do this to him? That lying betraying bitch! he thought as he watched the Aussie take her down the hall. Chris actually growled in fury as he saw the bedroom lights go on.

"She needs to be punished," he muttered as the rain began to beat harder.

Pain was all she felt as she lied, shaking, on the cold floor. Every movement and breath sent a shock of pain through her body. Warm blood was dripping down her chin from her busted lip. She looked up at the man who done this to her and couldn't stop the fresh tears from streaming down her flushed cheeks. Chris only glared at her in disgust as he roughly picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. She knew it was going to happen and there was nothing she could do to stop it. He always took what he wanted in the end.

"Chris... don't please," she murmured out of sheer exhaustion and fear.

"Shut up," he said as he dropped her on the bed and pulled off both of their pants without hesitation. He then pull off her shirt, leaving her shivering in her bra and underwear. For a moment he just stared at her half naked body and she can see the shape of his erection from the inside of his boxers. Sick bastard, she thought as she realized that this kind of abuse turns him on.

"Spread your knees!" he suddenly demanded. She didn't want to, but she knew he would only keep beating her if she didn't do what he wanted. She honestly didn't think she could take anymore of his brutal hits. She looked at him, but only gasped in shock when his hand connected with her cheek.

"Don't you dare look at me in the eyes! Now spread your damn knees!" She stifled a sob at the harshness of his voice and looked away, reluctantly spreading her knees. He grinned possessively as he got on top, straddling her before violently pulling off her underwear.

The moment Cameron woke up, she could feel her stomach turning. She was out of breath and shaking out of fear from her dream, but right now all that mattered was getting to the bathroom on time. She got up and rushed to the toilet where she started throwing up. Once the painful heaving was over she flushed the toilet with shaking hands and leaned against the wall. She felt so exhausted and sick. It was weird because she felt fine just a few hours ago. Assuming it was just stress from her dream; she got up and started to brush her teeth. She knew the dream was a flashback. Every now and then the repressed memories of Chris raping her would come back in her nightmares, but it's been awhile since she's had any. It was weird that she had one now after so long. Trying not to let this bother her, she went back into the bedroom and carefully got back into bed. In his sleep, Chase gently put his arms around her and she snuggled into his chest, watching him sleep for a while. She debated whether telling him about her nightmare, but she didn't want to worry him so instead she started placing small kisses along his bare chest and up to his neck. It's been hours since they've had sex and fallen asleep in each other's arms and now they had to go pick up Foreman and Alicia from the airport.

"Honey, wake up," she whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear the shakiness in her voice. He stirred and pulled her closer to his body.

"You okay?" he asked in a sleepy voice without opening his eyes.

"Yeah, but it's time to go to the airport." He didn't answer so she kissed him. He instantly woke up the moment he felt her lips on his and he gently pulled her on top of him. He brushed her hair away from her face, caressing her cheek as she looked into his eyes.

"I love it when you wake me up like that," he said. She smiled and kissed him again and as soon as she felt his hand massaging her inner thigh, memories from her nightmare flooded her mind. That same fear she felt that night hit her with full force and she quickly pulled away. The nausea she was feeling was ten times worse and she felt as if she were going to pass out at any moment.

"Allison, are you okay? You're really pale." His eyes were full of concern and she just didn't want to lie to him. She moved off of him and lied on her side of the bed.

"I had a nightmare." She averted her eyes, avoiding his gaze. She wouldn't look at him… couldn't bear to see the worry in his eyes.

"Allison," he said softly as he raised her chin so that she would look at him. "Don't be ashamed of what that bastard did to you. It wasn't your fault." She nodded as he pulled her into a comforting hug. He's right, she knows he is, but it was times like this when she started to doubt that. Sometimes it felt like it was her fault, that she deserved the abuse. She held on tighter, her fist clutching the blanket that was wrapped around Chase.

"Hey, it's ok," he said soothingly as he noticed her tightening her grip. "You're safe here."

It had stopped raining when they stepped out into the cold night air. Chase took her hand as they walked to her car. "You're really quiet tonight," he observed. She sighed and looked up into his blue eyes. Not only was her dream freaking her out, she still felt sick, but he didn't have to know that. It's just stress, she had told herself earlier. Stress was the reason why she felt so sick to her stomach.

"I haven't had a flashback like that in months."

"What you went through was traumatic. You're still healing and it might take years till the flashbacks stop or they might not even stop at all."

"I know. That's what my therapist told me in my last session. It's just, reliving it is really hard. I'd rather not remember them." He squeezed her hand affectionally.

"So do I." She gave him a small loving smile as they approached her car and she right away noticed the huge slashes in all four of her tires.

"Someone slashed my tires!" she exclaimed, letting go of Chase's hand.

"Damn vandals," he said angrily. "Come on, we'll take my car."