Hey guys, thanks for he reviews from the last chapter. I am once again sorry for the lack of updates. But I do my best. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Warning: it might be a little violent for people under 12 (if they are any reading my story)

Hope you like it.

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CUDDY POV:

I rushed House to the hospital and brought him to the E.R. Wilson was prepared for our arrival since I had called him up to warn him that we were on our way. He looked worried.

I tried my best to carry him, I had put my hand on his waist and held on his arm that was wrapped around my neck.

" you look like shit, Cuddy." Wilson said to me.

"I bet I am, how could I not?! We are maybe both going to go to jail, House just got shot, he might not make it and we are being stalked. So I think I can look like shit, okay?"

Wilson didn't comment, he just helped me put House on one of the hospitals beds. He was unconscious.

"We have to take him to the O.R." Wilson said to me slowly, like he was afraid of the reaction I'd have.

"I know, just take him there now. I don't want anyone to know that he is here and I am going to admit him under a pseudonym." I told him.

He nodded.

I looked at House. I felt the tears that were threatening to come down. It was my fault.

He saved my life, again. He might think that he doesn't deserve me but I think that I don't deserve him. I placed a kiss on his lips. I wished in that second that he would open his eyes and look into mine and stroke my cheek, but he didn't. He just laid there, motionless.

"Cuddy… he is going to be okay." The oncologist told me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Promise?" I asked like a seven year old.

He couldn't answer me. He just rolled House out of the room. I haven't realized that I was crying until the taste of salt came across my tongue.

I took my purse and strolled down the hall and went up to my office. I opened the door just to find it exactly how I left it a few days ago. I sat in my chair. I just looked into thin air, as I was comfortably installed. I chewed my gum and clacked my teeth. I taped my pen against the desk as my patience failed. I glanced around and my eyes stayed on something that was on the floor. I got up and went to it and picked it up. I smiled as I recognized it. It was the picture from Michigan with House, Lily and me.

I smiled but sadness overpowered the little bit of happiness that that picture had, tears rolled down my cheeks like a cascade.

I put the picture in my pocket and ran off. I ran to the O.R, but I couldn't make myself open the door and see what was going on. I had no intention of seeing him being cut open. I slowly walked away and went to the room that House would be in after the operation. I opened the doors and dug into my pocket. I took out the picture and set it on his bedside table. I went out of the room and I was on my way to the restroom when I bumped into Wilson.

"oh, I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." I told him.

"Please, it's my fault." Wilson said apologizing.

"Why aren't you in the operating room? " I asked getting my thoughts together.

"Well I had to get Chase to operate and make him swear not to tell anyone and then I had to tell Cameron that if a stranger comes and asks for House or you, not to say a word, but I was going back there, right now." He told me.

"Oh okay, tell me if something happens." I told him. I felt a pair of eyes staring at me from behind, it was like they were going to make a hole in my skull, but as I quickly turned around, I only saw a shadow disappearing.

"no problem. See you later." He said.

"Yeah see ya." I told him, heading to the restroom, paranoid.

I made my way to the sink and rinsed my face. The nice cold water cooled me down right away. I took a paper towel and wiped my face a little so I won't be dripping everywhere.

The door opened, as I heard the squeaking noise. I thought it was Cameron but I was wrong. I didn't even completely turn around when that person punched me right in my rib cage. I gasped in pain. The second hit came immediately, right in my stomach as the third was hit on my face so hard, I collapsed on the floor. I thought that he was going to stop, but once again I was wrong.

He slapped me hard; making my face hit the ground. Tears were blurring my view, I couldn't see a thing.

As I was lying on the floor, he kicked right in my stomach so many times I lost count after 10. Then he bent down and brought his fist up in the air, and threw it at me. Blood spattered on the wall as my face was turned the other way, by the force that he had.

I tried to get up, my hands trembled as I tried to place my hands on the ground, to get support. But they buckled and I was unable to do anything.

He pulled my arm with force and sat on my beat up stomach. He pinned me to the floor. I gasped in pain.

"I am going to make you suffer. Just like I suffered." The man said, with his heavy voice.

He put his hands under my shirt and caressed my breasts. He took them out and started to unbutton my shirt. With each button that was unbuttoned, my sobs became more and more uncontrollable.

I tried to move, but I regretted it, when he hit me with force once more in my stomach.

I was going to die. I could feel it.

My last wished were to see my daughter again and marry Greg.

As the thought of Lily crossed my mind, a white light appeared in front of my eyes, I blinked, trying to make my vision more clear.

It was Liliana, she looked 14.

"Mommy… Please don't be scared. It's not your time. You will get better and so will Daddy. I promise. You will marry him and have another child. I don't blame you, you know. It wasn't your fault. You might think that you should have protected me, but you did your best, now it's my turn to protect you. I'll I can do, is do my best as well." She said in a sweet voice, moving her dark curls away from her face, as she looked at me with her piercing blue eyes.

Tears blurred my vision once again.

"I've missed you and Daddy very much… Te quiero mucho Mommy." She said, as she disappeared.

I almost forgot the man that was on top of me, but his weight was so heavy, I couldn't.

I was disgusted as he placed his lips on my stomach and licked me.

I wanted to die, so I wouldn't have to live through this.

His tongue made contact with my skin and he sucked on my abdomen, but he stopped.

He got off of me for some reason.

He couldn't rape me.

"I am not going to hurt you like that. You are going to be so ugly and deformed that House won't even want you anymore." He said.

He gave me another batter. He pounded on my stomach over and over again.

As the whacks, hit, punches, smacks, knocks and thuds become more and more violent, I started to lose consciousness.

"I hope you die."

WHACK.

"I hope you suffer."

WHACK.

"I will get revenge."

I opened my eyes, slightly. He took something out of his pocket.

As I saw the reflection of the metal, I knew what it was.

A metal blade. A sharp knife.

He took it in his arm and brought it to my abdomen; he placed it under my heart.

The pointy end made contact with my bare skin. I cried in pain, as it entered my body.

He left the blade inside of me.

"You are going to die, slowly and painfully, but I won't be here to watch, so you'll die alone as well."

I was able to move my hand and put it on the wound. I decided not to take the blade out, because if I did as so, I'd bleed out and die.

"House is next." He said as everything went black.

TBC…

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I'm sorry for the younger people, if you thought of this chapter too violent, please comment if you thought that it was too violent and I'll change the rating.

I hope you liked the chapter nonetheless.

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P.S: For the readers that read my other story "I finally told her I love her". I made a sequel, called "the Time Of our Lives." So please check it out. =D.

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