And I'm Stuck In A Dream That Will Not Let Me Go

Author: LexysCPD
Words: 1,560
Disclaimer: I don't own Chicago PD or song lyrics (Titles).
Author's Note: And I got 49 favorites, 133 follows, and 150 reviews. Thanks to those who reviewed last chapter; raven8989, elizabeth5467, Miss Savvy xoxo, brianadoyon, ryrissa1993, MYTHoLoGiCaL LuVeR, BLindsay23, and GRemy.

There is a scene from He Saved Me (Chapter 4) in this chapter. This chapter ends pretty dark. Warning: Abuse. Things are going to get bad, which will be explained at the end of the chapter.

About that "something" a few chapters back, will have a big impact on what happens to Erin later. No one has tried to guess, and this little game ends in chapter 19. Remember, guess in a review, and you get a 200 word scene from chapter 24.

So the title came from Trace of You by Peter Bradley Adams.

Uploaded: May 05, 2014

Voight was siting on the chair next to Erin. She still hadn't woken up, and he was starting to worry. The doctor said she would be waking up soon. He stared at bruises on her body. He was cursing Colton in his head. He wished Colton was alive, so he could kill him with his bare hands. He closed his eyes, trying to calm down. He didn't want to be angry when Erin woke up.

His mind went to Jay Halstead. He didn't approve of a relationship between Halstead and Erin, but if this detective could help Erin, he would let them bond. After the last day, Voight didn't know whom to trust with his daughter. She didn't seem to have luck with men, with the exception of himself and the team. He didn't want Halstead to hurt her.

His eyes shot opened when he heard a groan. He moved to hold her hand as she slowly opened her eyes. He saw the tears well up in her eyes, and her eyes darted around. After she made sure it was safe, she made eye contact with Voight.

"How are you doing?" he asked, as he stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. He wanted to assure her that she was okay. No one was going to hurt her.

"Hurts," she whispered, as she closed her eyes. Voight's eyes soften even more.

"I'm going to call a doctor. I'll be right back," he told her, as he exited the room. He got his phone out and started calling his team.

Chicago PD

Her father is dead. He was shot in the head. She shot him. She killed her father. She just stared at the ceiling as she thought about her father's death. The doctors were around her, making sure she was fine. They had given her the medication to numb the pain, and it had worked. She didn't feel much. She just laid there as the doctors probed her.

"—any questioned?" was all she heard from the question.

"When do I go home?" she asked, her voice void of emotion. She just stared at him, no expression.

"Soon, we just want to supervise your fever. It has gone down some, but we want to keep you until it's in the normal range. We don't want to take any chances,," he responded as he left the room.

Voight entered as the doctor left. He gave the other man a nod before turning to Erin. He frowned as he stared at her dull eyes. She tried to give him a smile, but she couldn't. The last time he had seen her so defeated, he still had nightmares about it.

Voight decided to check on Erin. He walked to her apartment and knocked on the door. There was no answer. He remembered Erin telling him her mother was a drunk. He looked under the mat and found no key. He checked around the door, the window and nothing. Sighing, he turned the knob, it was unlocked. He looked inside and saw a woman asleep on the couch. Bottles around her. He heard sobbing. Frowning, he entered and headed to the sound. The sobbing was weak. It was coming from the bathroom.

He knocked. The sobbing stopped. There was no sound. He turned the doorknob and peeked inside.

His heart stopped. He saw Erin, fully clothed, in the bathtub. The water was red. Her lips here blue. She was so pale. Her wrists were bleeding. Her eyes were closed.

He rushed to her and pulled her out. He called for her mother. He shouted, but she never went. He started rocking the lifeless body. He begged her to wake up. He took out his phone and called for an ambulance.

Erin weakly opened her eyes. She smiled. "I'm…. sorry….. Hank."

"No, you're not giving up," he told her, as he clenched his teeth. The girl, she was special. He would be damned if she left early.

"I'm…. sorry," she whispered as her eyes slowly closed back.

"Stay awake kid. Stay awake," he demanded, as he pulled the body close to him.

He stayed like that until an ambulance arrived.

He shook his head. He didn't want to think about it. He heard footsteps rushing to the room. He had a feeling he knew who it was. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he knew there was one other person who might help Erin. He hoped he was right.

Halstead entered the room, hoping a teddy bear with the words Get well so on it's stomach. Two balloons were tied to the bear's wrist. He placed it on the table next to her bed and asked her how she was feeling. Erin didn't answer, which caused the two men to frown.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Halstead questioned, as he grabbed her hand.

She moved it away and nodded. "Leave me alone," she whispered, as she stared at the ceiling.

Halstead tried not to feel hurt. He knew she had been through a lot, and she had to deal with it, but it did hurt him that she was pulling away.

Voight touched his shoulder, and signaled for the door with his head. Halstead sighed and nodded. He followed his boss out the room. He frowned when Voight closed the door.

"She needs time to deal with this," he said, as he looked at Dawson, who had just arrived.

"We can't let her deal with this alone," Halstead snapped, as he glared at the man.

"We're not. We're going to help her. Just let be alone for a while. Let it sink in. Then we'll help her," the older man answered, before turning his attention to Dawson. "I need to talk to you."

Dawson nodded and followed the other man to the corner. Halstead, who was tired of secrets followed them and stayed hidden as he listened to the conversation.

"We have to watch her. I know she told you, and I fear she may try again," he heard Voight say. Halstead frowned, not knowing what his sergeant was talking about, and how it involved Erin.

"She won't try it. We'll keep an eye on her. She's strong. She's not going to try again. She knows better too. She was just fifteen then. She was a kid," Dawson answered.

"This might have broken her. You didn't see her. Her eyes were so empty. The last time I saw that was when I found her, almost dead."

"What are you talking about?" Halstead asked, concerned and curious about the last comment.

"Erin had tried to kill herself when she was fifteen. We are worried she might try," Dawson answered. He knew they needed as much people helping them keep watch. They couldn't let Erin try anything.

"She wouldn't try that," Halstead muttered, in denial. He didn't believe Erin would try that. She was too strong, too brave to try that.

Voight shook his head and told him. He told him everything.

Chicago PD

Erin was curled up on the bed. Her eyes were closed. Her mind was in the house, in front of her father's body.

She could hear Sarah's cries, she could smell the blood. The blood that was covering her. Her hands were drenched in his blood. She tried to cry for help, but she couldn't get a sound out.

Colton opened his eyes and looked at her. He looked straight into her eyes.

"You killed me. You deserve to feel the pain. You never kill your own father. You are pathetic. This is all your fault," he said, as tears streamed down her face. She saw Sarah pick up the gun and aim it at her. She pulled the trigger.

Erin sat up on the bed. She was gasping for air. Her eyes darted around the room, and saw three people sleep in the room. Voight, Dawson, and Halstead were on chairs around the room. They had fallen asleep.

Erin could feel her tears travel down her face. She saw the drops land on the blanket.

It was her fault. It was all her fault. She had to live with it. It was her punishment.

Chicago PD

Josh Martin smiled at her. He was nice to her, and she was falling in love with him. He let her stay at his house whenever she didn't want to go home.

One day, they were making out on his bed. He wanted to do more, but she didn't. She told him to stop a couple of times. But he didn't listen. She pushed him off, a little harder than she thought because he fell off the bed. He stood up and glared at her. He grabbed her by the arm and made her stand in front of her.

"Bitch," he snarled as he tightened his grip.

"You're hurting me," she whimpered, as she tried to pull her arm away.

"This is your punishment. I'm your boyfriend. You don't get to treat me like that. This is why your father left. You're ungrateful. I should punish you for him. He'd love that," he told her, a smirk on his face.

Erin shook her head as she silently cried. She was in pain, and she was scared. She wished someone would save her. She wished her daddy would rescue her.

Next Chapter:
I Pick You Up When You're Getting Down

AN #2: As I said up there, things are going to get bad before they get good. Erin is going to spiral downward, while the three men in this chapter, as well as the others try to help her.

This story is Erin-Centric, and the main relationship is Loight. Linstead will slowly build, but it's not the dominant part of the story. Just thought I should explain that. Bu there will be Linstead, I promise that.