Where am I

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.