Chapter 11

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I overall forgot what to say up here so I'll say random things about me. The idea itself is also very random.

Number 1: I'm left handed (go lefties)

Number 2: I'm barely five foot (even my ten year old cousin is taller than me!)

Okay…random. Anyway, please R/R

Calleigh felt as is she was in an awkward situation. Her mother was trying to get her to tell Eric that she loved him. She was afraid of being in love because of her parent's marriage turned out so awful. She knew Eric would never hurt her, she just didn't know if he loved her or not. Her mother pointed out a couple of times that he did. She didn't know what to think. Sighing to herself, she moved slowly off the bed as Eric and her mother walked through the door. They were there to take her home.

Overall the drive home was quiet. Her mother was at the wheel driving in a steady motion. She and Eric were in the back of her Chrysler. Eric continued to look out of the window. Calleigh tugged at her sling subconsciously and sighed. She was tired. The doctors kept waking her up last night. She then felt herself drifting off.

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Eric was slightly shocked when he felt Calleigh's head on his shoulder. Looking up, he could have sworn that her mother was smiling. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her shoulder keeping her closer to him. He would not let Henri touch her. Ever.

"How long have you known Calleigh?" Eric looked up once again at Kathryn.

He looked back down at his sleeping colleague, "For about six years," she nodded her head.

"She trusts you, you know," Eric looked back up, "I've never seen her even do that to Henri when they were engaged. Henri was never…good. He will never be good to her. He thinks they are married."

"They never were," Eric knew for a fact, David would have mentioned something.

Kathryn shook her head, "No, they weren't, but because they were engaged, he think she's his. He's obsessed over her," she looked back at him through the review mirror, "I want you to protect her."

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Calleigh was once again on a beach. The Caribbean once again. She smelled the salty air and felt the sand between her toes. Smiling to herself, she caressed her belly. She wasn't pregnant. She raised an eyebrow, the last time she dreamed of this, she was…pregnant…and a mother…and with…Eric.

Suddenly, everything changed. She was no longer on a beach. She was standing in a morgue. There was a sheet in the middle of the room. Slowly moving towards it, she grasped the edges and pulled it down. She gasped at what she saw. She was staring at Eric with a. His chestnut coloured eyes were clouded and crimson red blood stained the table. She wanted to run…she wanted to scream.

"Stay away from him, Calleigh Remilly," she turned around quickly. She became face to face with Henri.

She felt anger sweep over her, "What have you done?" he only smirked.

"I got rid of the one thing that stood between us," he moved towards her and rested his hand on her cheek. She felt dirty all of a sudden. She slapped his hand away. She knew it was a wrong move, "you bitch!" he yelled at her and hit her. He kept on hitting her. She then saw another figure looming over her. Hank Kerner. Her vision became blurred. She felt as if she was going to pass out.

The scene changed once again. She was standing in parking structure. Looking around, she could have sworn she saw a flash. Within seconds, she felt something hit her between the eyes. Crimson liquid poured from the bullet wound. She fell limply.

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Eric became concerned. Calleigh was moving around in her sleep. She then started making sounds of terror. He heard a 'what have you done' come out of her lips. In attempt to calm her, he held her closer to him. She then jerked and then became limp. He was worried this was some of the effects of the concussion she received last night.

"Calleigh?" her mother looked in the review mirror at the sound of Eric talking to her, "Calleigh, wake up," her eyes opened weakly. She had a glassy look in her emerald eyes. He saw fear. He had been seeing this on her a lot lately. He didn't like it.

"Are you okay?" she looked dazed. She took in a deep breath and slowly moved off of him. Hesitantly, she looked over at him. She seemed shaken from whatever dream she had.

"I'm fine."

"Don't listen to her, she's not fine," her mother spoke up. Calleigh knew she wasn't fine. That she was ten times worse than fine. She couldn't sleep without having a nightmare except that one happier dream with her being pregnant. She wanted that to be a reality. She wanted that to be true. She wanted that dream to come to her every night instead of what she got on most occasions.

She ran her good hand over her face, "Just a dream."

Her mother scoffed, "Sounded like a nightmare," Eric looked back at her.

"What happened in your dream?"

She looked at him, his eyes were filled with worry…and life, "Henri," her breath was barely above a whisper.

Eric felt anger to Henri. How dare he invade the dreams of the one woman he loved. Calleigh felt Eric tighten his grip around her, "Eric," he didn't know how tight his grip was. He wanted to hold her and never let go, "Eric! Let me go!" he realized what he was doing. Immediately, he released her. She then did the one thing he didn't expect, she cowered away from him.

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They had been home for two hours. Calleigh was currently in her old room sitting on her bed. Eric, David, Andrew, Viv, and her mother were all talking downstairs. She knew they were talking about her safety. She looked out the window then back at her clock. It was 4:47 in the afternoon. Something told her she wasn't staying much longer.

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"We need to get her out of here," Eric found himself saying to Calleigh's family, "She'll be safer in Miami," Kathryn looked upset. She hadn't seen her only daughter in so long. Finally she comes and then she has to leave so soon.

Andrew shifted his footing, "Why not take her to Will?"

Eric looked up, "Who's Will?"

David spoke up and moved closer, "Will is our other brother, he lives in New York," Eric nodded his head. David turned towards Andrew, "New York is a very long drive from here and an expensive flight."

Andrew shrugged his shoulders, "I was never any good at geography," he chuckled.

Kathryn looked over at him enraged, "Andrew Duquesne, now is not the time to joke, your sister's life could be on the line because of Henri," Andrew shrunk down.

"Eric, you should take her to Miami, Henri won't look for her there," Vivian spoke up. Eric nodded.

"We're going to pack then go," Kathryn moved closer in the circle around them.

"What about dinner?"

Eric looked up at her, "can you put it in any plastic containers?" she nodded, "great, Calleigh and I are going to pack and go."

"Take her car," David spoke, "Henri doesn't know about her car. He knows our cars," Eric nodded and made his way up the stairs to their room without looking back at the family.

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Calleigh looked from the magazine she was reading when the door opened. Eric walked in and moved towards his bag. He immediately started putting his things in it.

"What's going on?" she raised an eyebrow. He didn't say anything. When he was done, he started putting her stuff in her bag, "Eric!" he didn't even look at her. She knew by his actions he was angry.

"We're going back to Miami, we can't take any chances, Cal."

She set the magazine down and moved to him, "Eric," she put her left hand on his shoulder and held her right arm which was out of its sling closer to her body, "he's dangerous," he looked down at her, "in my last dream…you died Eric… I can't lose you," she felt her eyes cloud up.

"I will never let him come near you. Ever," he wrapped his arms around her tightly, "if he tries, I will kill him," he then kissed her.

I am going to leave it at that. I don't know how much longer this story will be, but I'm thinking of between fifteen and twenty at the minimum. I already know how this is going to end =)

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Random fact # 3: I'm gonna have a baby

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