I'm so sorry that this chapter has taken me so much longer than the rest. I had major writer's block and then when i could think of something to write it didn't sound how i wanted it to. This chapter is a lot longer than others so hopefully it makes up for my lack of updates. It deals with some issues that may have a bad effect on some people, so i apologize in advance. Anyway i hope it's good, let me know what you think. Beta-ed as always by my babe Laura

One winter's night, Addison had stayed back at the practice quite late, finishing up some paper work from her unusually busy day. She was the last person to leave the building and the security guard had left her in charge of locking up, because even they weren't willing to stay as long as she had told them she needed to. She finally left at a quarter to 11 and by that stage it had turned very dark and cold outside. Addison switched on the alarm and locked up, then buried the keys into her pockets and wrapped her arms around herself to try and shield her body from the cold, harsh night's wind.

Hmph she complained as she started to walk.

Why did I have to be late for work this morning, the same day that the festival was on at the beach and all of the car spaces were taken up for the next 2 blocks?

She found it very difficult to walk in her black Louboutin boots, as she had that morning, but after an extended day of mostly being on her feet and now having to fight with the wind trying to push her in the opposite direction; this was not an easy walk at all. Struggling just to put one foot in front of the other as well as taking in her surroundings as to find her car, Addison was startled when she heard a noise behind her. She jumped at the slight bang in the almost silent night and cautiously turned around to look for what had made the sound. Trembling, she studied the area behind her, nothing. Silence. She continued walking before hearing the noise again. She turned around, this time a little quicker, just in time to see a cat running back into the bushes.

Addison breathed a sigh of relief silly cat almost gave me a heart attack!

As she continued further down the road the wind began to ease into just a breeze. She closed her eyes as she walked, to take in this now beautiful LA weather.

*BANG!* Addison's eyes sprung open, that stupid frea-

Before she could even turn around she felt a hand cover her mouth. It was a big hand, a man's hand. A big scary man's hand. She tried to run away but he grabbed her arm, tight. She let out a little squeal ouch she thought as tears began to pool in her eyes.

Who is this person? What do they want? What.. what's going on?

She cried but her words were muffled by the big hand, still covering her mouth.

"SHUT UP!" he screamed, before removing his hand from her mouth and shoving a piece of material towards her face.

God, help me she pleaded before falling back unconscious into the man's arms.

Addison's eyes fluttered open and she surveyed her surroundings.

Where am i? She thought, not wanting to move.

She then heard a voice "Ohh you're awake, good. Get up!" the man said harshly.

Addison staggered to her feet, feeling pain rush to her head and legs simultaneously.

She looked up at him with scared, tearful eyes "W-who are you? W-what do you want?" she stuttered holding back the tears.

"Aahh Dr Addison Forbes Montgomery, what a pleasure it is to see you again! Don't tell me you've forgotten me so soon?" the man scoffed.

Addison rubbed her eyes and looked at him again, he looked frighteningly familiar. He had the face of a person who would haunt you in your dreams, a scarily unforgettable face. It was important that she remembered where she knew him from, why couldn't she remember?

Ouch. That's right, the headache.

It felt like she had been hit over the head with a baseball bat and this she knew from experience, that time when she was only young and Archer was attempting to teach her how to hit and accidentally swung when she was standing right behind him, knocking her out cold. She struggled to push the pain out of her mind and focus on remembering this man.

Suddenly it hit her, he was Brooke's husband.

* * *

Brooke Pearson had been one of Addison's patients since she was 15 years old when she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. She had fought hard against the disease and in the end, she won, she got to keep on living. The one thing that she dreamed about all her life was starting a family and even at the young age of 16 when she was told that she would most likely not be able to have kids, it broke her. She continued to see Addison for regular checkups as she got older and even when Addison had moved from New York to Seattle and then to LA, coincidentally Brooke's husband had moved to the same places for work, usually only weeks after Addie had got there.

At the age of 20 she fell pregnant with twins. It really was a miracle.

Addison made her come in for fortnightly checkups because she didn't want anything else to go wrong in this poor girl's life so she kept a close eye on the babies. Everything had been going well, the babies were growing at the right speed and Brooke was happy and healthy, it was all looking good until one night when Brooke was 7 months pregnant, she began cramping and was rushed to hospital.

Addison received a phone call at about 1am, "Hello?" she answered sleepily,

"Dr Montgomery? This is Dr Taylor from St Ambrose hospital. We have one of your patients Brooke Pearson here. She was brought in by ambulance."

Addison sprung out of bed.

"I'll be there right away, thank you."

She threw some clothes on and was out the door in a matter of minutes.

When Addison arrived she found Brooke hunched over on the bed, screaming in pain. Tears filled her eyes as she looked up to see Addie,

"Help me." She pleaded as Addison entered her room.

Addison ordered another doctor to get some drugs to ease the cramps while she examined her stomach then lifted her hospital gown, surprised that there was no blood present.

No bleeding she thought to herself, well that's a good sign.

Addison exited the room to find an ultrasound machine but when she returned it was there, the blood. It had started rather harshly and the cramps had returned too. This time there were no screams of pain, only tears. Tears of heartbreak.

"I'm sorry." Addison said with sympathetic eyes but she didn't have to say anything, Brooke knew what this meant.

As Addison went to leave the room and give the woman some privacy she felt her arm being grabbed.

The tear-filled, terrified eyes of Brooke looked up at her "Mitch is away on business back in Seattle. I'm scared Addie, I'm so scared." the young girl cried.

Addison herself had to hold back tears because this girl wasn't just her patient, she had become her friend. She had seen her as a healthy young teenager, then get sick, fight and beat cancer, seen her mature, get married and make a miracle and get pregnant as a young adult. Now, she was seeing her lose her miracle, or miracles.

The girl leaned her head against Addie as the tears came gushing back and Addison held her, softly whispering "You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay."

Addison gulped nervously when she saw Mitch walking down the hall as she made her way out of Brooke's room the next morning. Once the young girl had finally cried herself to sleep, Addison couldn't bear to leave her there alone so she stayed; watching her sleep, wishing that there was something she could of done to prevent her going through more physical and mental pain. Surely she'd been through enough. Her childhood was filled with bruises made by her step dad and then she got cancer and now this?

It's just not fair Addison thought.

Addison told Mitch what had happened and instantly she could see the sadness, the hurt in his eyes. He broke down but was strong as he entered Brooke's room; he had to be strong, for her. Later that day Addison did the dreaded job of operating on Brooke to remove what was left. She cried as she did, it was impossible to stop the tears from flowing, it was such a sad day.

Brooke left the hospital four days later with a referral to see Violet for some counseling, because there's no way someone like her could do without it.

Addison had not heard from Brooke in almost a month. She was worried about her but at the same time she remembered that they weren't really good enough friends that Brooke would contact for no reason and considering she wasn't pregnant anymore, she really had no need to visit her. A few days later Addison received a phone call from a woman who had found her business card in Brooke's bag.

"H-Hello," the woman stuttered…

"I-I'm sorry to be calling you but I've found your business card in this uh, woman's bag. She, she uh…she's dead. She just- jumped off a.. a building. I'm sorry for telling you this but your card is the only thing I found in her bag. She looks young, maybe early 20s, brown hair..uhm."

Oh. My. God. Addison froze.

It was Brooke. Brooke was dead. Brooke had killed herself. Brooke.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she responded to the woman on the phone

"H-her name is-was, Brooke Pearson. Can you please do something for me? Contact her husband, I-I would but I don't know him that well, I was just her doctor."

She gave the woman his number and thanked her for letting her know, before hanging up the phone and bursting into tears.

Brooke was gone. She was really gone.

* * *

"M-Mitch Pearson." Addison stammered.

"And here I was thinking you'd forgotten me, Doctor." He chuffed.

"How-how are you, since... how are you?" Addison questioned.

"How am i? HOW AM I?!" the man yelled, "I'll tell you how I am. My wife DIED. My wife KILLED herself, BECAUSE OF YOU!" He bellowed.

"YOU should of taken better care of her and the babies, YOU! It was YOUR job to make sure they were safe and YOU didn't do that, then she jumped off a building, because of YOU."

Addison stared at him, not wanting to speak.

She knew it wasn't her fault; it was a miracle that the babies had even been conceived, for them to make it to full term would have been an even bigger miracle and Addison had all the hope in the world for that to happen. Unfortunately it didn't but not because of any fault of her own, or anyone else's for that matter.

Brooke had a horrible life and she ended it, with no help and no pressure from anyone else, this had been all her. Addison knew this but she also knew that the distraught, grieving man standing opposite her wouldn't believe her no matter what she said.

Addison turned her head and the next minute she was struggling to breathe. He had wrapped his big man hands around her neck and was squeezing tightly. Addison gasped for air as she tried to loosen his grip but he was too strong for her. She kept moving around praying that he would let go.

She felt her head start to get heavy, then she passed out and he released his grip.

Addison woke up in a different place from before; this place was darker and had an eerie feeling. Of course as soon as she moved Mitch was right there, standing above her, staring her down. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up, dragging her limp legs across the ground. He pinned her up against a wall and began undressing her,

"What are you doing?" Addison screamed.

"This is what you get." He replied,

"You killed my wife and my babies, you caused us so much pain. Now you will know what it's like to feel pain."

He snickered as he reached up Addison's skirt.

He ripped off her panties and began to force foreign objects into her. She tried to fight him, to make him stop. She screamed and cried, kicked and punched, but he was too strong for her.

"Please.." she begged, "Please don't do this, let me go, please."

But he wouldn't listen. The pain was unbearable and Addison was now too weak to fight. She stood still pinned against the wall, with her head turned to the side, shaking and crying while Mitch did whatever he wanted to her.

After a while she blacked out from shock and when she regained consciousness she awoke in the back of a car.

Addison's hands were tied together and so were her ankles, if she wasn't scared and in a lot of pain she would have almost found it amusing how unoriginal Mitch had been.

About two minutes later the car stopped and Mitch got out. He grabbed Addie and carried her into a dark alley where he dropped her onto the concrete ground. Tears rushed to her eyes as she felt more pain, this time it was her coxis bone. Mitch put his hand around her neck and lifted up her head so their eyes met.

"You tell anyone about this and you will end up in the same place Brooke did, in the ground. But for you, it won't be as painless as jumping off a building, you will feel every little bit of pain as you die very slowly, you got that doctor?"

He snarled then let go of her neck roughly so her body fell sideways onto the ground.

Addison lay there trembling as he got back into his car and drove away.

She couldn't move from all the pain but she needed help to get out of there. So many thoughts ran though her head; she didn't know what to do.

How would she be able to explain this to anyone without telling them what had happened?

I couldn't, i can't die. He would know, he would know i told and i would die. I couldn't do that. Nae, Nae would tell. Nae would call the police and then I would die. And Pete and Sam, they would protect me, they would promise to protect me but there would be one moment, one moment when they weren't there and he would come and I would be dead.

Circles, Addison's brain was going around and around in circles.

So much pain, need to get out of here, can't tell, going to die. So much pain, need to get out of here, can't tell, going to die. So much pain, need to get out of here, can't tell, going to die without apologizing to Izzie.

Izzie. She could call Izzie.

Addison knew how much she had hurt her but she also knew that of all people, as much as she'd want to report this monster to the police, if Addison told her not to, she wouldn't.

Addison reached for her back pocket where her phone was, the screen was smashed from her landing but it didn't matter, Addie still had Izzie's number memorized.

"Hello?" Izzie answered.

"Help me." Addison sobbed.

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