Chapter Nine
"Thats definitely un-Chase like.", Allison's friend Lisa told her during the lunch break the next day. Allison had told her about the randomly aggressive sex that Robert had brought forth the night before.
"Don't get me wrong -- it was great and all, but its hard to get him to even use a bit of force at all, let alone the amount he used last night." Allison said before taking another bite of her turkey sand which.
"Maybe hes suffering from post traumatic agitation from his TBI." Lisa offered, "You should get him checked. Even if its minor now, you know how dangerous that could get if it progresses."
Allison said nothing and looked down at her food. It was hard to imagine her gentle Robert ever being dangerous. Subconsciously her hand wandered over the strands of hair that he had pulled at last night. An ominous feeling crept up her spine.
Allison came home that night nervous, she had decided she would ask Robert to go get checked for post traumatic agitation. She calmed her nerves and reminded her self that Robert was not Gregory; thus he was not unreasonable nor stubborn. Gregory. She thought of her former boss. She suddenly had the urge to go to him with her potential problem although she had not a clue why she would; the case was hardly very interesting nor would he care. Allison made a mental note to see him anyway.
She took out her key from her purse and injected it into the key hole. She turned it and pushed the door open. She gasped.
Robert was surprisingly already standing there with a grin on his face. He kissed her.
"Hi babe." He greeted. She recovered from her shock and greeted back. She sniffed around. She smelled food.
"Did you buy dinner?" Alli asked him.
"No silly," He said with a proud gleam in his eye, "I made it."