Betrayal part 2
Where am I? What happened? CJ thought groggily to herself as her eyelids fluttered open
slowly. She glanced at the digital
clock over the wall. The number 430
flashed back to her.
Let's see
how good you are echoed in her head, and
everything flooded back. Gasping, she
noticed that she was lying on the floor of the small office, completely
naked. She saw her clothes laying in a
neat, folded pile to the right of the desk. She crawled to the pile, noticing a throbbing sensation all through her
body. On the pile, layed a note written
on a 3x5 index card.
Thank you for the night. You weren't good, but there's always next time.
Gasping, she threw the card, it fluttered to the
ground about three feet in front of her. She pulled her clothes back on, noticing her legs, thighs, arms, and
breasts were bruised to such an extent she could barely tell if it was black or
a dark blue. I've gotta get outa
here, go home, take a shower. Bubble
bath. Then I'll see...what to do,"
she thought. She quickly opened the
door, and started to quicken her pace, down the empty office corridor. She turned the corner, tears forming in her
eyes and bumped straight into a man turning the corner. She yelled in surprise.
"Whoa!" the man said as CJ walked straight
into him. CJ reconized his voice before
she realized who she slammed into. "Guess I'm not the only one leaving now. Why are you here?" He asked nonchalantly.
Backing up a few inches, she turned her face so her
hair covered the bruise riden face. "Sam. I...uh, just had a
rough night. Going home now, finally."
Sam noticed her nylons her ripped down the side and
her shoulders were shaking. Realizing
something was wrong, he reached out to touch her arm, but she grimanced and
walked back further. "CJ? What...what happened?" he asked softly.
She shook her head, "Nothing!" And she started to run down the opposite
direction. Sam quickly caught up to
her, grabbed her arm and turned her to face him. As doing so, her hair moved away from her face and uncovered the
deep bruises and scratches.
Sam gasped softly, still holding on to her arm. "Oh god. What happened?" Then, he suddenly noticed a hand print across her cheek. He let go of her arm and clenched his fists
together. "Who did this to
you?"
Bowing her head, CJ answered in a soft voice,
"Allan Bernez."
Shaking from rage, Sam ran to the empty office down
the hall and pounded the door. "Open this door, you bastard! Open it now!"
"Sam," CJ called quietly, not moving from
her position leaning against the wall in the empty coridor. "He left."
Sam relunctly pulled away from the door and returned
to CJ. "We have to go to the
police. If he..." his voice
trailed off, and he dropped his gaze. "Did he?" He asked quietly.
CJ nodded slowly, and started to walk to her
office. "I...I think so. He..he knocked me unconscience after he
pushed me on the floor." Sam
clenched his fists as he followed her. This time his fingernails bit into his
palms so they bled.
