Disclaimer: I don't own the characters The writer and owners ect.
of ER do
Rating: R (for sexual violence)
Author's note: Beware to those who like Carter, he acts like an
ass in this story or rather it is implied that
he does act like one... This is not a story
for people with a soft stomach. I didn't think it
was bad but one of my friends read it and
was disturbed by the story.
A Hard Hit
It was frigidly cold as they walked out into the January
night. They didn't hold hands but rather walked side by side. They
chit chatted about work and the past. His parents came up and her
and Med school came up. They didn't talked about her marriage but
rather of past boyfriends and her present boyfriend.
"So, What's Luka doing tonight?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Catching up on journals."
"He doesn't mind you coming with me."
"No, he's not the jealous type, beside what does he have to
be jealous about. He can't tell me who my friends are."
"You hungry?" he said changing the subject. Sorry he had
gotten on it in the first place.
"No."
"Well I am do you mind If I stop to pick up some groceries
for dinner.
"No, not at all." She replied as many minutes of silence
followed. They walked in silence to the store. As the store was
approaching they started talking again and the conversation turned
into a fight due to Carter's rudeness to her.
"Oh, just drop it Abby"
"Ok I will." She said as they approached the doors to the store.
"You know what Abby, don't patronize me."
"Carter I wasn't I meant it I'll drop it. It's no big deal."
"Just go home" he told her as walked away from her into the
store leaving her out in the cold alone.
"Fine" she muttered to the door. Walking back to her apartment.
The footsteps that followed behind made her turn around. She
thought it was Carter but instead it was a muscular man with his hands
deep into his pockets turning out of a dark alley. She turned back
around hoping he didn't see her look at him and quickened her steps.
She was slightly afraid of the guy. He didn't look too friendly. Also
He seemed oblivious to the weather as he was only wearing a pair of
jeans and a wife beater which scared her even more. Abby huddled her
coat tightly around her as the man also quickened his step gaining
on her quickly.
"He's not following you Abby" she tried to convince herself.
In reality she knew the man was. He was getting very close to her.
She was so scared that she wanted to cry. The man was too close to her
in her opinion. Abby took one look back at him and took off sprinting
across the street. She ran as fast as she could but it was to no
avail. There was no one on the streets to scream out to. He caught her
easily and slammed her into one of the brick building that lined the
sidewalks. Her head struck the building hard making her world spin. He
let go of her but still stood blocking her escape. She was about to
scream out when he lifted a gun to her temple.
"Shhhh. You stay quiet you hear me. If not, I will blow your
brains out." Abby just nodded as he pulled them into the dark alley.
She started to tremble slightly. He noticed as cocked back his arm and
punched her into a building at least five feet away.
"Stop that or you'll be sorry" he threatened pulling her back on
her feet. He licked the blood that was dripping from her lip kissing
her hungrily. She flinched slightly, which earned her another crack from
his hand. "How's about you act like your enjoying this. Like I know you are."
Abby didn't do anything but walk as he led her to an old worn
down motel. "If you say one thing. It will be your last." he said
walking into the motel buying a room. The owner was ignorant to the gun
digging into Abby's side as he handed the keys over to the man.
Abby walked with the man too afraid to do anything against what
he said. Once in the hotel room he locked the door and let go of Abby's
arm taking her coat off with it. She stood there looking at him
paralyzed in fear. He smiled at her broadly. She suppressed the feeling
to cry she knew that would get her hurt. She didn't want to do just
nothing though. She walked slowly backward from him. He must have not
liked that because he lunged at her and squeezed her neck between his
forearm and bicep. She tried to pull away because he was choking her.
But when he finally released his grip on her it was only to pull a knife
and place it on her neck. The cold metal on her neck caused her to jump
back into him. He let the knife slide down to her collarbone nicking
her with the knife slightly. The blood slowly seeped from the cut. They
way he watched the blood was making her sick. She pulled away from
him not thinking. It got her thrown back into the wall. The knife followed
the blood as it colored her shirt. She opened her mouth as if to say
something, his hand stopped her. It came crashing against her face.
He had an almost apologetic look on his face "now what is it you
wanted to say darling" His free hand caressed the spot he had just hit.
"Please don't do this." She begged "I won't tell anyone I ever
saw you. I promise." Pressing against the wall she was silently praying
to be anywhere but here. His hand followed the path of the blood stopping
at the fabric of her shirt.
He laughed slightly at her cutting the fabric of the shirt easily
with the sharp knife. Making careful cuts causing the shirt fell to the
floor. He stared at her. She was trying her hardest to remain calm as
he traced circles on her skin with the knife they started high and
worked there way to her jeans
"Take them off." he said, the knife pressed on the button of her
jeans. She did so but reluctantly. It was too slow for him and he cut
her stomach not too deep a cut but deep enough to make it bleed steadily.
He paid no attention to it as he pulled her into a kiss. She didn't
kiss back, another mistake on her part. He flung her back into the wall
and slapped her a couple times. Blood dripped from her split lip.
"Goddamn it you will kiss me back." He said with a bitterness in his voice.
Then his voice got sweet as it was before.
"You bleed to easy baby, don't worry I'll make it feel all
better" he said laying her on the bed. She lay there naked and scared
with a man twice her size kneeling above her taking off his clothes.
She felt helpless. She hated that feeling. She wanted to reach out
and grab that knife and hurt him like he was hurting her. She reached
her hand toward the knife. He flipped the knife quickly and if she
hadn't reached for his shoulder quickly she might not have a hand. She
blinked the tears back in her eyes closing them tightly.
As he kept telling her they "made love" over and over. It was
making her sick; the blood seeping out of her cuts were killing her.
She tried to pay very little attention to what he was doing. She was
thinking of other things. Anything else she could think of anything
she'd ever been through was paradise compared to this she decided.
He pulled her out of her thoughts by stabbing the knife deep
into her thigh. "Were you pretending I was someone else?" He asked
angrily pulling out the knife. "We're you" he asked placing his
finger in the cut and digging his nails into her flesh. She screamed
in pain and exasperation as his fingers twisted the flesh. "NO,
no, no, I wasn't I swear" she cried out in pain. He held the knife
right against her throat.
"If you're lying, you die."
"I'm not I swear. I'm telling you the truth. You were all
I was thinking about" the words coming out of her mouth were making
her nauseous. "Prove it" he said pulling her on top.
After that round he stepped away from her. She didn't move.
The pain kept her paralyzed where she was. "Get up" he screamed at her.
"I can't." When she didn't move he picked her up and tossed
her across the room into a wall mirror. It shattered against her
but she could no longer feel the pain. She was numb and thanks to
the blood loss was very light headed. She could barely see the man
anymore. He wouldn't leave her there though. Coincidently he dropped
her off clothed in her earlier attire, minus the shirt he gave her
one that was slightly big on her, just a block from her house. She
walked blindly into her apartment. She debated but as she crawled to
her couch barely conscious she called the ambulance which took her
to Mercy Hospital. The drives wanted to take her to County but she put
up such a fight even in her condition that they just let her have
her way.
The next day they released her from the hospital. Miraculously
her face hid the bruises well. You could only see one on her right
cheekbone, and also you could see her split lip, which required three
stitches. The rest of her was a mess. She had a cut on her stomach and
one on her collarbone. The stab wound on her thigh hurt worse than even
her seven broken ribs. She was grateful for the fact that no one could
see the damage done. She was black and blue all over her stomach,
arms, and back.
Luka had called earlier saying that he was coming over. She
tried to talk him out of it but he would let her. He showed up barring
chocolates and roses. She was to preoccupied by the pain to be touched
by his gesture. He immediately noticed her lip and cheek.
"Abby, Abby, what happened." He said the doctor in him taking
over as he gently ran his hand across the bruise. "This is a fresh
bruise Abby"
"Well thank you Einstein" She thought "I fell on the ice,
it was slick."
"Did you go see a doctor?"
"Yes"
"Where, you never came into County"
"How would you know didn't you have journals to keep up on?"
"I got called in and since you were going with Carter I
thought it didn't matter."
"I'm ok Luka don't worry, I went to Mercy." He goes to say
something she stops him. He follows her as she goes to sit down on the
couch. He stopped her and kissed her. He lips traveled to her neck and
she flinched in pain.
"Abby" He asked looking down at her. He moved the shirt
aside slowly
"Luka don't." She said trying to stop him. He didn't hear her;
he saw the cut and gave her a questioning look. She went to pull away
but not fast enough. He pulled the shirt gently over her head. His eyes
widened full in shock. He stared not knowing what to say or do. She
looked as if someone used her as a punching bag.
"Abby" he said barely above a whisper. He looked as though he may
cry seeing her so hurt. "You didn't get that from falling on the ice."
He said pointing at the cut on her belly. "Or that" he said looking at
the handprint on her arm. "Abby who did this to you?"
"I don't know" she answered honestly putting her head down. She
really didn't want anyone seeing her like this. It was one of the main
reasons she asked Kerry for the next 2 days off. That way should get
her stitches out and blame it on being elbowed by a patient. Luka was
ruining this theory. He was seeing almost all her bruises.
"Abby, what happened" He asked softly stepping close to her.
"I don't want to talk about it." He pulled her into a hug. "Luka
no, please don't touch me" She said jumping away from his touch. It was
all starting to become very clear to him.
"Abby did he...?"
"Luka no I don't want to talk about it just let it go."
"Let it go?" He asked in confusion
"Yes let it go, it's not important and I don't want to talk
about."
"But Abby."
"Shhh" she said looking into his eyes
"I just want to help Abby"
"Than never speak of it again, or bring it up or mention it
to anyone."
"Abby"
"Please Luka"
"Anything else" he asked defeated.
"Could you just hold me?" He pulled her into his arms. She
melted into him. A knock at the door jolted her body out of his arms
and halfway across the room.
"Luka" she said her voice shacking in fear. She yanked her
shirt back on as Luka answered the door.
"Hi Carter" Luka said as he watched Abby, who was behind him, for her reaction.
of ER do
Rating: R (for sexual violence)
Author's note: Beware to those who like Carter, he acts like an
ass in this story or rather it is implied that
he does act like one... This is not a story
for people with a soft stomach. I didn't think it
was bad but one of my friends read it and
was disturbed by the story.
A Hard Hit
It was frigidly cold as they walked out into the January
night. They didn't hold hands but rather walked side by side. They
chit chatted about work and the past. His parents came up and her
and Med school came up. They didn't talked about her marriage but
rather of past boyfriends and her present boyfriend.
"So, What's Luka doing tonight?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Catching up on journals."
"He doesn't mind you coming with me."
"No, he's not the jealous type, beside what does he have to
be jealous about. He can't tell me who my friends are."
"You hungry?" he said changing the subject. Sorry he had
gotten on it in the first place.
"No."
"Well I am do you mind If I stop to pick up some groceries
for dinner.
"No, not at all." She replied as many minutes of silence
followed. They walked in silence to the store. As the store was
approaching they started talking again and the conversation turned
into a fight due to Carter's rudeness to her.
"Oh, just drop it Abby"
"Ok I will." She said as they approached the doors to the store.
"You know what Abby, don't patronize me."
"Carter I wasn't I meant it I'll drop it. It's no big deal."
"Just go home" he told her as walked away from her into the
store leaving her out in the cold alone.
"Fine" she muttered to the door. Walking back to her apartment.
The footsteps that followed behind made her turn around. She
thought it was Carter but instead it was a muscular man with his hands
deep into his pockets turning out of a dark alley. She turned back
around hoping he didn't see her look at him and quickened her steps.
She was slightly afraid of the guy. He didn't look too friendly. Also
He seemed oblivious to the weather as he was only wearing a pair of
jeans and a wife beater which scared her even more. Abby huddled her
coat tightly around her as the man also quickened his step gaining
on her quickly.
"He's not following you Abby" she tried to convince herself.
In reality she knew the man was. He was getting very close to her.
She was so scared that she wanted to cry. The man was too close to her
in her opinion. Abby took one look back at him and took off sprinting
across the street. She ran as fast as she could but it was to no
avail. There was no one on the streets to scream out to. He caught her
easily and slammed her into one of the brick building that lined the
sidewalks. Her head struck the building hard making her world spin. He
let go of her but still stood blocking her escape. She was about to
scream out when he lifted a gun to her temple.
"Shhhh. You stay quiet you hear me. If not, I will blow your
brains out." Abby just nodded as he pulled them into the dark alley.
She started to tremble slightly. He noticed as cocked back his arm and
punched her into a building at least five feet away.
"Stop that or you'll be sorry" he threatened pulling her back on
her feet. He licked the blood that was dripping from her lip kissing
her hungrily. She flinched slightly, which earned her another crack from
his hand. "How's about you act like your enjoying this. Like I know you are."
Abby didn't do anything but walk as he led her to an old worn
down motel. "If you say one thing. It will be your last." he said
walking into the motel buying a room. The owner was ignorant to the gun
digging into Abby's side as he handed the keys over to the man.
Abby walked with the man too afraid to do anything against what
he said. Once in the hotel room he locked the door and let go of Abby's
arm taking her coat off with it. She stood there looking at him
paralyzed in fear. He smiled at her broadly. She suppressed the feeling
to cry she knew that would get her hurt. She didn't want to do just
nothing though. She walked slowly backward from him. He must have not
liked that because he lunged at her and squeezed her neck between his
forearm and bicep. She tried to pull away because he was choking her.
But when he finally released his grip on her it was only to pull a knife
and place it on her neck. The cold metal on her neck caused her to jump
back into him. He let the knife slide down to her collarbone nicking
her with the knife slightly. The blood slowly seeped from the cut. They
way he watched the blood was making her sick. She pulled away from
him not thinking. It got her thrown back into the wall. The knife followed
the blood as it colored her shirt. She opened her mouth as if to say
something, his hand stopped her. It came crashing against her face.
He had an almost apologetic look on his face "now what is it you
wanted to say darling" His free hand caressed the spot he had just hit.
"Please don't do this." She begged "I won't tell anyone I ever
saw you. I promise." Pressing against the wall she was silently praying
to be anywhere but here. His hand followed the path of the blood stopping
at the fabric of her shirt.
He laughed slightly at her cutting the fabric of the shirt easily
with the sharp knife. Making careful cuts causing the shirt fell to the
floor. He stared at her. She was trying her hardest to remain calm as
he traced circles on her skin with the knife they started high and
worked there way to her jeans
"Take them off." he said, the knife pressed on the button of her
jeans. She did so but reluctantly. It was too slow for him and he cut
her stomach not too deep a cut but deep enough to make it bleed steadily.
He paid no attention to it as he pulled her into a kiss. She didn't
kiss back, another mistake on her part. He flung her back into the wall
and slapped her a couple times. Blood dripped from her split lip.
"Goddamn it you will kiss me back." He said with a bitterness in his voice.
Then his voice got sweet as it was before.
"You bleed to easy baby, don't worry I'll make it feel all
better" he said laying her on the bed. She lay there naked and scared
with a man twice her size kneeling above her taking off his clothes.
She felt helpless. She hated that feeling. She wanted to reach out
and grab that knife and hurt him like he was hurting her. She reached
her hand toward the knife. He flipped the knife quickly and if she
hadn't reached for his shoulder quickly she might not have a hand. She
blinked the tears back in her eyes closing them tightly.
As he kept telling her they "made love" over and over. It was
making her sick; the blood seeping out of her cuts were killing her.
She tried to pay very little attention to what he was doing. She was
thinking of other things. Anything else she could think of anything
she'd ever been through was paradise compared to this she decided.
He pulled her out of her thoughts by stabbing the knife deep
into her thigh. "Were you pretending I was someone else?" He asked
angrily pulling out the knife. "We're you" he asked placing his
finger in the cut and digging his nails into her flesh. She screamed
in pain and exasperation as his fingers twisted the flesh. "NO,
no, no, I wasn't I swear" she cried out in pain. He held the knife
right against her throat.
"If you're lying, you die."
"I'm not I swear. I'm telling you the truth. You were all
I was thinking about" the words coming out of her mouth were making
her nauseous. "Prove it" he said pulling her on top.
After that round he stepped away from her. She didn't move.
The pain kept her paralyzed where she was. "Get up" he screamed at her.
"I can't." When she didn't move he picked her up and tossed
her across the room into a wall mirror. It shattered against her
but she could no longer feel the pain. She was numb and thanks to
the blood loss was very light headed. She could barely see the man
anymore. He wouldn't leave her there though. Coincidently he dropped
her off clothed in her earlier attire, minus the shirt he gave her
one that was slightly big on her, just a block from her house. She
walked blindly into her apartment. She debated but as she crawled to
her couch barely conscious she called the ambulance which took her
to Mercy Hospital. The drives wanted to take her to County but she put
up such a fight even in her condition that they just let her have
her way.
The next day they released her from the hospital. Miraculously
her face hid the bruises well. You could only see one on her right
cheekbone, and also you could see her split lip, which required three
stitches. The rest of her was a mess. She had a cut on her stomach and
one on her collarbone. The stab wound on her thigh hurt worse than even
her seven broken ribs. She was grateful for the fact that no one could
see the damage done. She was black and blue all over her stomach,
arms, and back.
Luka had called earlier saying that he was coming over. She
tried to talk him out of it but he would let her. He showed up barring
chocolates and roses. She was to preoccupied by the pain to be touched
by his gesture. He immediately noticed her lip and cheek.
"Abby, Abby, what happened." He said the doctor in him taking
over as he gently ran his hand across the bruise. "This is a fresh
bruise Abby"
"Well thank you Einstein" She thought "I fell on the ice,
it was slick."
"Did you go see a doctor?"
"Yes"
"Where, you never came into County"
"How would you know didn't you have journals to keep up on?"
"I got called in and since you were going with Carter I
thought it didn't matter."
"I'm ok Luka don't worry, I went to Mercy." He goes to say
something she stops him. He follows her as she goes to sit down on the
couch. He stopped her and kissed her. He lips traveled to her neck and
she flinched in pain.
"Abby" He asked looking down at her. He moved the shirt
aside slowly
"Luka don't." She said trying to stop him. He didn't hear her;
he saw the cut and gave her a questioning look. She went to pull away
but not fast enough. He pulled the shirt gently over her head. His eyes
widened full in shock. He stared not knowing what to say or do. She
looked as if someone used her as a punching bag.
"Abby" he said barely above a whisper. He looked as though he may
cry seeing her so hurt. "You didn't get that from falling on the ice."
He said pointing at the cut on her belly. "Or that" he said looking at
the handprint on her arm. "Abby who did this to you?"
"I don't know" she answered honestly putting her head down. She
really didn't want anyone seeing her like this. It was one of the main
reasons she asked Kerry for the next 2 days off. That way should get
her stitches out and blame it on being elbowed by a patient. Luka was
ruining this theory. He was seeing almost all her bruises.
"Abby, what happened" He asked softly stepping close to her.
"I don't want to talk about it." He pulled her into a hug. "Luka
no, please don't touch me" She said jumping away from his touch. It was
all starting to become very clear to him.
"Abby did he...?"
"Luka no I don't want to talk about it just let it go."
"Let it go?" He asked in confusion
"Yes let it go, it's not important and I don't want to talk
about."
"But Abby."
"Shhh" she said looking into his eyes
"I just want to help Abby"
"Than never speak of it again, or bring it up or mention it
to anyone."
"Abby"
"Please Luka"
"Anything else" he asked defeated.
"Could you just hold me?" He pulled her into his arms. She
melted into him. A knock at the door jolted her body out of his arms
and halfway across the room.
"Luka" she said her voice shacking in fear. She yanked her
shirt back on as Luka answered the door.
"Hi Carter" Luka said as he watched Abby, who was behind him, for her reaction.