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UPDATED: 19th December 2010

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Chapter Nine

I shifted uncomfortably as I sat next to Krug on the couch, his right hand lying casually on my knee. John and Emma would think it was to calm me and comfort me after the 'car accident'. But I knew it was a warning, a threat.

The only thing that was keeping me seated and not standing up and limping away was the fact that Justin sat beside me, his leg pressed up against mine. It was the only comfort we could offer each other.

I kept my right hand stuffed under my leg as my left held the now empty cup of chocolate. I kept my hands close to me, making sure to not touch Krug's hand on my knee.

Turning my head, I watched Emma re-enter the living room, holding a phone. "Nothing..." She commented as she looked at John who was sitting by the fireplace.

"Yeah, I figured." He replied, standing up.

"Looks like we're still stuck here." Francis commented as he held a glass of whiskey, his 'something stronger'.

I sighed softly as I looked down at my lap. I desperately wanted to peel Krug's hand of my knee, since I was still in my shorts his hand was touching my bare skin and I didn't like it.

"Justin, are you okay?" I frowned as I heard Sadie's voice and turned my head towards Justin, noticing he was staring in the direction of Emma. Sadie leaned forward, blocking Emma's view of him before turning to look at her. "I've just never seen him like this before."

I felt Krug's hand tighten slightly on my knee and was quick to give Justin a look the moment he turned his head. He quickly looked away from me and lowered his head. Sadie in response placed her fingers in his hair and started playing with the ends.

Emma's voice cut through the air. "Well maybe you should lie down."

Looking up, I saw John's eyes trail over us thoughtfully. "You know, you should probably just sleep here tonight."

Krug's hand slowly stroked my knee as he leaned forward. "Oh, well no, we couldn't do that..." He said, dismissively. I knew he was just putting on an act, we had nowhere to go, he would definitely stay if offered.

I noticed Francis giving Krug a look from across the room, before his eyes flickered down to my knee. John however didn't seem to notice Krug's hand. "I don't think you have much choice."

Ignoring the smirks Francis threw me, I kept listening to the conversation. Silently praying Krug would move his hand. "We just don't want to impose is all." Krug said, his eyes catching mine before they moved to Sadie and Emma.

I slowly looked up at Emma as she replied back. "Well it's really not a problem... we have a guest house."

"Well whatever you think…" Krug responded before he lifted his hand from my knee and wrapped it around both my and Justin's shoulders. "Whatever's easiest."

Francis' watched Krug's movements before looking up at Emma. "Yeah, we're very easy." He said, slyly.

Emma smiled awkwardly at him as I tensed under Krug's arm. I knew Justin was uncomfortable too and I almost leaped up with him when he stood. He gave me a look before turning to Emma. "Um, where's the bathroom?" He asked.

I had felt Krug's arm drop slightly when Justin stood up and knew he thought Justin was going to do something stupid by the way he sat forward quickly.

John gestured down the hall, before leaning his elbow on the fireplace. "It's the last door on the right, down the hall."

I saw Justin nod, but he didn't move, and looked down at my lap. Noticing the empty cup in my hand, I slowly stood up, using this as an opportunity to get a breather from the three criminals in the room.

I ignored Krug as he sat forward, almost like he was going to grab me back and smiled sweetly at Emma.

I raised my empty cup and motioned to Justin's. "Um, where do you want..." I trailed off, waiting for an answer.

She smiled in return and gestured down the hall. "Kitchen counters fine."

Nodding, I gently touched Justin's back, indicating him to move. He walked forward and I limped after him, saying a polite "Thanks!" as I went past Emma.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I followed a glum walking Justin to the kitchen. I was just glad to be away from them for a minute. Justin placed his cup down before turning to face me. I smiled at him before leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. "I love you." I whispered. I patted his arm and he silently stepped to the side, letting me put my cup down. I stood by the sink for a moment as I heard Justin walk away from me, presumably towards the bathroom.

I heard a new pair of footsteps and turned to see Emma. I momentarily frowned as I saw Justin standing staring at the fridge, but ignored it and smiled at Emma.

She smiled back before looking at Justin, then at the sink as she put down some cups. "Oh, that's our daughter… Mari."

My smile automatically dropped from my face and I slowly turned to see what Justin was staring at. I saw Justin fall to the floor but didn't react to it as I stepped forward, my eyes widening as I spotted the picture of Mari smiling at the camera.

"Justin, honey!" I heard Emma shout as she ran forward to kneel beside him. "Justin, honey what's wrong?" She asked, worried.

Dread filled me and I felt my breath come in short pants as the realisation of whose house we were in came to me.

"Uhh, I'm fine..." I heard Justin shout. "I'm fine!" He pushed away from Emma and darted straight into the bathroom.

I stood there numbly as loud thoughts kept circling my head, making me feel dizzy. "Is he going to be alright?" I barely heard Emma ask.

I frowned and shook my head. "Wha-What?" I asked, removing my eyes from the picture.

She turned to me with a look of concern. "Is he alright? Are you alright?" She asked, laying a hand on my forehead.

"I'm fine…" I said immediately, raising a hand to gently lower hers from my head. "He, uh… he's just feeling sick. Has done ever since the crash." I explained, nodding and not looking her in the eye.

Emma nodded in understanding and smiled at me before turning to walk down the hall. "Well, I'm just going to tell your dad what's happening, okay?"

I didn't bother to correct her and just nodded. She disappeared from my sight and I automatically brought a hand to my mouth to cover up the agonising cry I felt escaping.

I heard footsteps and quickly turned just in case it was Emma coming back. I was sadly mistaken. "Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no, no! Don't you start too, I can't have you both fucking things up!" I heard Krug's voice whisper harshly as he walked over to me.

He spun me around and held my arms in his hands as he shook me. "Hmm? You ain't gonna 'cause no fuss are you?" He asked as he stopped shaking me. I merely yanked one of my hands from his hold and wiped the tears from my cheeks. I felt pathetic as fresh tears started making their way down my eyes.

Krug's hands tightened on my arms and I could barely fight him off when he pulled me tight to his chest, laying his head on mine. "Hush now, just be a good girl and it'll all be okay." He murmured against my hair as he stroked the strands soothingly. "Alright, sweetheart?"

I physically flinched and pulled away from him. He willingly let me go and started to back away towards the bathroom. "Just be good." He warned.

I turned my head from him and headed towards the living room, stopping immediately after a few steps. Francis was still seated in the arm chair and his eyes were set on me, I knew he had seen the whole thing from the smirk on his face.

He watched me closely as I kept walking to the living room, barely hearing Krug call out to Justin in the bathroom. "Hey, Justin! Doctor Collingwood wants to know if you're doing okay..."

I reached the living room where Emma's voice greeted me. "Abbey, honey, are you sure you're okay? You look a little pale…"

I kept my eyes on the floor and was about to brush her off when Francis' voice cut in. "Don't worry about her, she's probably just feeling the affects of the crash…" He said, looking at me directly. "C'mere and sit down, Abbey." He said loudly, gesturing to the spot next to him on the couch.

I knew I couldn't sit elsewhere, without it looking suspicious. I slowly stood in front of him before turning and lowering myself onto the couch. I caught Sadie's eye as I sat and saw her smile widely at me.

Francis' arm came across my shoulders the moment my butt touched the couch. He pulled me close and also smiled down at me, giving me a subtle wink.

I turned away and decided to keep my attention on the fire as I heard them all talking about sleeping arrangements.

Krug re-entered the room, smiling politely at John. "He'll be fine, just feeling a little sick is all."

John nodded and commented on how it's expected from a car crash victim, he also pulled the way I was acting into the conversation but I ignored it, along with the story Krug was making up to keep the conversation going.

Whatever Krug was telling them, worked. It wasn't long before Emma and John laughed at the story. Francis had even faked a laugh, pulling me close and placing his face in my hair. Emma then stood up and said she would show us to our rooms, which I was grateful for. Though I wasn't looking forward to spending time alone with Krug, Sadie and Francis. Especially not Francis with the way he was acting, it seemed like the strong drink he had was kicking in.

Krug stood up and announced he was going to go tell Justin what was going on.

I also got to my feet, not at all caring that Francis' arm dropped onto the couch. I tensed a little as he too stood and came close to me, running a finger down my bare arm. "I guess I'm ready for bed." He spoke, smirking at me.

TBC…