A/N- Sorry it took so long to get it posted. My computer was broke for a while. Let me know what you think of the fic!

Chapter 3--

"Who are you?" Mark asked, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms in front of his chest. "What do you want?"

"I'm Scott. Can I see Jules?" Scott asked, holding Jules' purse tightly.

"Jules? There's no one by that name here." Mark said, shifting his eyes to Julietts purse. "What are you doing with Julliet's purse?" Mark growled.

"She left it in my car. I thought I'd bring it back to her. Can I see her?" Scott asked again.

"No! Just give me the purse and I'll be sure to give it to her." Mark said, his muscels tensing.

Scott glared at the guy, trying to look past him to see Jules. "Look man, I don't want any trouble, I just want to see Jules, ok?" He said, pushing his way into the foyer, seeing a small stand broken, and a lamp, shattered into thousands of tiny pieces, but no Jules. "Where's Jules?" He asked, turning around to face the guy again. "WHERE IS SHE?" He yelled at him. He just KNEW the Jules was here somewhere.

Mark walked over to where Scott was and took the purse out of his hand. "Get-Out-Of-My-House-NOW!" Mark said, his temper flaring again.

"I just want to see Jules!" Scott protested, his mind going in over-drive, worrying about Jules.

"Leave. Before I call the police!" Mark pointed to the door as he walked over to the telephone.

Scott knew that there was no way he would be able to find out what was going on if he got arrested, so he walked to the door. As he walked outside the door shut behind him. "What's going on with you, Jules?" He whispered, staring at the house. He got into the rental car and drove to his hotel, worrying about Jules, and praying she was ok the entire time.
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Juliett heard the door shut behind Scott, so she ran up the stairs quickly, and went into her bedroom, locking the door behind her. She scaned the room as her eyes landed on her dresser. She went to it, and started pushing it to the door. Once it was in front of the door, blocking Mark's entrance, she walked over to the window. She saw Scott drive off. She felt the tears come to her face, and didn't bother wiping them away. "Help me, Scott." She whispered, placing her hands on the window, as the tears came faster. She knew that it was no use. No one would help her. She was here, trapped in her own private hell. She was serving a lifetime sentence with Mark. There was no way out. No way out...
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Mark walked up the stairs, and to Julietts room. He tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He pounded on the door. "JULLIET! LET ME IN!" He yelled, growing more frustrated by the moment. Why wouldn't she just obey? It would make life a lot easier if she would just listen to him, and do as she said. But would she do that? Noooo. She had to go and be bad. Do things she shouldn't, like talking to other men, and having other firends who might brainwash her against him, just like people did to Lisa. And just look at what happened to her. He liked Juliett, really, he did. She just made him so danm angry. And now she had another man coming in his house. She would have to pay. She would pay dearly.
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Julliet culred into a ball on the bed, waiting for sleep to over come her. The sooner the sleep came, the sooner morning would come. And Mark would go to work. And she would be free for a few hours. Free of having Mrak breathing down her neck, shouting at her for every little thing. Beating her. She flinched at the thought of her beatings.

"Juliett, just open the door!" Mark yelled a final time, before walking away, into his room. When Jule's moved in with him, he insisted that she have her own space. At first she thought he was being sweet, but now she understood that he was just trying to have as much space of his own as he could possibly have, while still dictating her life.

She stayed on her bed, in the same position for a while, listening as he turned his shower on. A while later she heard the shower go off, and everything was quiet.She felt her muscels relax. She would be safe tonight.
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Scott walked into his hotel room. He knew that Jules was in trouble. That guy was hurting her. And Scott would protect her. He would protect her until the last breath was taken from his body. He'd already decided to go back tomorrow, when the guy would be at work, and talk to her. Maybe he could talk her into leaving her boyfriend, and come home with him. He would help her get her life back in order. Even if he didn't get her back as his girlfriend, he would make her safe.
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