The gun shook in Sonny's feeble hands as she stared at her father's murderer beating Chad nearly to death. The images from the DVD player still played in her head making her choice to save Chad very hard to do. She noticed blood dripping onto the carpet as Nyack punched, kicked and scratched Chad harder and harder. "You were just asking for a knuckle sandwich weren't ya pal! Once I'm finished with you, Little Ally is gonna be next!"

Sonny bit down on her lip, closed her eyes trying to stop shaking so much and whispered: "I'm sorry dad."

Before she knew it the sound of the gun attacked her ears along with the sound of a hard thump. She opened one eye and saw Nyack lying motionless on the floor as Chad painfully but sturdily got to his feet. He looked at her with disbelief in his eyes as she threw the gun in the corner.

He came up to her. "Are you okay?" He said softly picking a nail out of the collapsed bed and picking the lock on the handcuffs that were still clasped around her ankle.

"I think so. But he attacked you."

Chad shrugged, "It's not the first time. I've been attacked by dogs, screaming fans...Tawni."

Sonny didn't comment on the last part.

Once she was free, Chad helped her up and the two headed back to get Chad's car from the bar to Sonny's apartment.

Sonny insisted on treating Chad's wounds with the first aid box she kept in her kitchen.

"Who knows what that villain did to you Chad, if you go to the hospital, fans and paparazzi will demand the full story and it will spread half across the world. And if my mother found out what happened she'll drag me back to Wisconsin and I'll never be able to see you again."

That last part made Chad give in.

"Okay you got me there."

Sonny had a better look of what Nyack did to him.

The temple next to his left eye was starting to swell; his lip was cut and still bleeding along with a few cuts dribbling down from his forehead, cheek, jaw and neck. His clothes were ripped straight through the fabric that revealed some already formed bruises.

A thought went through Sonny's head that made her blush, "You'll have to take your shirt off for some of them later on." Chad's face turned a shade of red that almost made the blood look invisible.

Sonny started cleaning the wounds on his face. To her surprise, Chad didn't even flinch with the cleanser she was using that normally made her yelp when she used it.

When Chad took off his shirt, Sonny's mouth hung open at the deep bruising from Nyack's kicks.

"Fiend." She muttered as she started cleaning and then bandaging them.

"I'm glad just glad he didn't hurt you." Chad said caressing her face.

"Well, not physically. He kinda did when he showed us that DVD. But at least I know how my dad died." Tears fell down her face at the memory. "I'm glad Mom doesn't know."

Chad shook his head and wrapped his arms around her. "At least you gave him what he deserved. That was really brave of you Sonny. I couldn't have even done that."

Sonny returned the hug careful not to touch any of his wounds. "Thank, Chad."

Chad pulled away and gazed into her eyes and held her hands in his. "Sonny, will you be my girlfriend?" (:-D)

Sonny grinned speechlessly but nodded her head as Chad grinned back. Sonny flung her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist.

(Hmmm...No kiss? Yeah right! XD)

The two looked into each other's eyes once again and their met into a deep kiss.

The End.

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Skyesweetcherry: yes someone was gonna kidnap Sonny and thanks for my first review!

Monkey87: Thanks once again for your enthusiasm!

: You were right, I never thought of Nyack being like James and I'm glad you love my story.

HaveyoumetTed: Your sympathy for Chad gave me inspiration, Thanks!

MeggzLOVESchanny: I hope the haunting questions are gone now!

MidnighxAngel: Thanks for loving the story!

I showed this story with different characters for my English exam for a crime genre when my teacher read it out all the boys said it was crappy shit! Losers. But I got the only A* in my class (that's A+ in the UK) Now who's Crappy shit then? ;-D

Love you all, mates!