Special Thanks: To Breezy for her support, to Jessi for coming to my rescue
to Beta this, and Dani for trying to help out, even with her busy school
schedule...
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Chapter 2
She had hit him, and then walked out. Never once allowing herself to look back to see the pain and fear in his eyes, but the second she slammed the door it hit her like a ton of bricks. Amanda could still feel the roughness of that mans hands, the cold sensation of his touch invading places only Lee was aloud to be. Every move this man made was neither warranted nor approved by her in any manner, and she fought hard to dissuade his advances. The feeling he left behind made her feel sick and filthy, and she could still hear the echoes of her cries to Lee for help, but they went unanswered.
MOMENTS EARLIER - Amanda's POV
He just stands there, motionless, but his eyes seem afraid of something, something I can't pinpoint to save my life. When the man threw me away from his painful embrace, I stumble back against Lee, and immediately latched onto him for protection. He seems as if he wanted to hold me and bare to me his soul, but just as quickly as I felt him make an attempt to comfort me, I felt him retreat and become angry.
"Leee....Leee help me... please...He's hurting me. Lee for crying out loud…Answer me." I feel myself screaming out, trying every way I know to get him to respond. But he doesn't, his eyes go cold, and he begins yelling at me with words that seemed foreign coming from those lips. Angry, vulgar, hateful things that shredded away at my soul, and I swear I feel my heart dieing.
"Amanda... Just shut up...SHUT the Hell up. Don't even look at me because those tears mean nothing...Did you hear me...NOTHING..."
That's when I feel a sharp yank backward. His rough grimy hand went under my shirt, along my stomach, and began to grope wherever he feels it was his pleasure to go. Oh God it's painful. Why isn't Lee helping me? Why is he le...letting him touch me like this?
I make one more attempt to get through because I seriously don't know how much more I can take.
I scream again through my tears, " Lee I love you...What's wrong with you? Why are you letting this man hurt me..." As I scream, the man laces his fingers hard around my neck, pulls me towards his face, and tries to kiss me. His scent is making me utterly sick, and with him this close it leaves me with one last option. This is going to hurt; I just know it.
"Owww...Damn you women…" Oh geese...I was right, I'm sure going to have one nasty headache, but at least he's backing off. At least that's what I think until I feel a sharp stingingly hot slap across my face. So hard I feel my jaw crack, and it knocks me to my knees. I faintly hear Lee gasp and whisper 'Oh God'. For the life of me I don't know what is going on, and when I look back at Lee it's obvious he also was affected when a solitary tear rolls down his face. But, again he confuses me when I move towards him trying to keep my balance.
"Don't Amanda...Get out of my face...and while your at it, get out of my life..."
At this point I can no longer take the abuse. Being that I have no clue where my Lee is, and the only control I had left is now gone, I stand before this new, cold Lee and with all the force within me, I hit him. I slap him so hard across the face that he stumbles backwards a bit, and then I walk out.
PRESENT
For some reason her body would not let her leave. She felt slightly light headed, and her legs began to cave, so she leaned back against the house just to the right of the door and slid into the fetal position, pulling her legs against her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She tucked her head down and cried even harder than before. Amanda then began to rock as if trying to calm herself down but with little success. When she slammed her head back against the wood panel, she inhaled deeply preventing herself from screaming out in pain. That is when she heard it, ever last word, and silently thanked who ever willed her from leaving.
"Well done Stetson. I didn't think you had it in you, and I loved the expression she had on her face. Now as long as she stays away from you, she lives."
'Oh my gosh... I... I knew it...' "Oh god Lee, sweetheart...I'm sorry..." she thought aloud and continued to listen.
"SHUT the HELL up...Get the hell out of my house and my life you son of a bitch..."
'Lee...Oh sweetheart I hope you can hear me...just don't give up, please! We'll find a way out of this, and I'm going to do everything I can to help you...' she thought to herself, hoping he could feel her strength or hear her.
"Tsk Tsk Stetson, you need to watch that temper of yours. I'm still not done with you ya know... I'm satisfied that you've made her quite angry with you, but I just don't feel like it's over. I believe you Americans call it, oh what is it... the big D. And then, guess what my friend?" he said, just hoping to push Lee enough to cause his own demise.
"Spare me this fucking mind game, and just spill it Ronkovik..."
Hearing that name caused a deep painful feeling in the pit of Amanda's stomach, and she realized this was even worse then she had previously thought. When dealing with the Russian Mob there was only one way out, death. Three years ago both of them swore to each other to completely withdraw from The Agency. Their involvement in a case that they now call 'The Last Run', had almost caused the untimely death of their son Jamie. Unfortunately, she could see no other way out. Right at that moment she had maybe a 5% chance of getting him out, and no chance of them escaping from being hunted the rest of their lives. With The Agency's help they just might make it out alive.
Amanda covertly made her way to her Jeep parked just south of their old Oak; she dialed IFF hoping Francine was still there.
"International Federal Films, how may a direct your call?" A very deep, male voice chimed over the phone.
"Uh, yes...I need to speak with Francine Desmond please!" She said with urgency.
"And who, may I ask, is calling?"
"This is Amanda Stetson, now can you please connect me to her now!!" She hoped her unsteady voice didn't show how shaken she really was.
Lucky for Amanda the young man recognized the name 'Stetson' by the reputation Lee and Amanda had established before they left. They had set a standard many Agents strived their entire careers to reach, but truly no team could ever match what they did. He immediately patched her through.
"Good Evening Amanda. This is quite an unexpected call...You're lucky you caught me, I was just about to head... Why do I get the feeling you have some unpleasant News to share?"
Hearing some rather odd noises coming from the direction of her house, she decided too much time has been wasted, and gave the fastest answer she could think of in the moment. Besides her headache wasn't helping her to think clearly.
"Francine you have to trust me on this. Something I can't quite explain is going down in our home... This is a Zulu Blue situation. Just meet me at Randy's." Before Francine could respond, Amanda hung up the phone and made her way back to the house, wanting to hear Lee once more before she left.
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Chapter 2
She had hit him, and then walked out. Never once allowing herself to look back to see the pain and fear in his eyes, but the second she slammed the door it hit her like a ton of bricks. Amanda could still feel the roughness of that mans hands, the cold sensation of his touch invading places only Lee was aloud to be. Every move this man made was neither warranted nor approved by her in any manner, and she fought hard to dissuade his advances. The feeling he left behind made her feel sick and filthy, and she could still hear the echoes of her cries to Lee for help, but they went unanswered.
MOMENTS EARLIER - Amanda's POV
He just stands there, motionless, but his eyes seem afraid of something, something I can't pinpoint to save my life. When the man threw me away from his painful embrace, I stumble back against Lee, and immediately latched onto him for protection. He seems as if he wanted to hold me and bare to me his soul, but just as quickly as I felt him make an attempt to comfort me, I felt him retreat and become angry.
"Leee....Leee help me... please...He's hurting me. Lee for crying out loud…Answer me." I feel myself screaming out, trying every way I know to get him to respond. But he doesn't, his eyes go cold, and he begins yelling at me with words that seemed foreign coming from those lips. Angry, vulgar, hateful things that shredded away at my soul, and I swear I feel my heart dieing.
"Amanda... Just shut up...SHUT the Hell up. Don't even look at me because those tears mean nothing...Did you hear me...NOTHING..."
That's when I feel a sharp yank backward. His rough grimy hand went under my shirt, along my stomach, and began to grope wherever he feels it was his pleasure to go. Oh God it's painful. Why isn't Lee helping me? Why is he le...letting him touch me like this?
I make one more attempt to get through because I seriously don't know how much more I can take.
I scream again through my tears, " Lee I love you...What's wrong with you? Why are you letting this man hurt me..." As I scream, the man laces his fingers hard around my neck, pulls me towards his face, and tries to kiss me. His scent is making me utterly sick, and with him this close it leaves me with one last option. This is going to hurt; I just know it.
"Owww...Damn you women…" Oh geese...I was right, I'm sure going to have one nasty headache, but at least he's backing off. At least that's what I think until I feel a sharp stingingly hot slap across my face. So hard I feel my jaw crack, and it knocks me to my knees. I faintly hear Lee gasp and whisper 'Oh God'. For the life of me I don't know what is going on, and when I look back at Lee it's obvious he also was affected when a solitary tear rolls down his face. But, again he confuses me when I move towards him trying to keep my balance.
"Don't Amanda...Get out of my face...and while your at it, get out of my life..."
At this point I can no longer take the abuse. Being that I have no clue where my Lee is, and the only control I had left is now gone, I stand before this new, cold Lee and with all the force within me, I hit him. I slap him so hard across the face that he stumbles backwards a bit, and then I walk out.
PRESENT
For some reason her body would not let her leave. She felt slightly light headed, and her legs began to cave, so she leaned back against the house just to the right of the door and slid into the fetal position, pulling her legs against her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She tucked her head down and cried even harder than before. Amanda then began to rock as if trying to calm herself down but with little success. When she slammed her head back against the wood panel, she inhaled deeply preventing herself from screaming out in pain. That is when she heard it, ever last word, and silently thanked who ever willed her from leaving.
"Well done Stetson. I didn't think you had it in you, and I loved the expression she had on her face. Now as long as she stays away from you, she lives."
'Oh my gosh... I... I knew it...' "Oh god Lee, sweetheart...I'm sorry..." she thought aloud and continued to listen.
"SHUT the HELL up...Get the hell out of my house and my life you son of a bitch..."
'Lee...Oh sweetheart I hope you can hear me...just don't give up, please! We'll find a way out of this, and I'm going to do everything I can to help you...' she thought to herself, hoping he could feel her strength or hear her.
"Tsk Tsk Stetson, you need to watch that temper of yours. I'm still not done with you ya know... I'm satisfied that you've made her quite angry with you, but I just don't feel like it's over. I believe you Americans call it, oh what is it... the big D. And then, guess what my friend?" he said, just hoping to push Lee enough to cause his own demise.
"Spare me this fucking mind game, and just spill it Ronkovik..."
Hearing that name caused a deep painful feeling in the pit of Amanda's stomach, and she realized this was even worse then she had previously thought. When dealing with the Russian Mob there was only one way out, death. Three years ago both of them swore to each other to completely withdraw from The Agency. Their involvement in a case that they now call 'The Last Run', had almost caused the untimely death of their son Jamie. Unfortunately, she could see no other way out. Right at that moment she had maybe a 5% chance of getting him out, and no chance of them escaping from being hunted the rest of their lives. With The Agency's help they just might make it out alive.
Amanda covertly made her way to her Jeep parked just south of their old Oak; she dialed IFF hoping Francine was still there.
"International Federal Films, how may a direct your call?" A very deep, male voice chimed over the phone.
"Uh, yes...I need to speak with Francine Desmond please!" She said with urgency.
"And who, may I ask, is calling?"
"This is Amanda Stetson, now can you please connect me to her now!!" She hoped her unsteady voice didn't show how shaken she really was.
Lucky for Amanda the young man recognized the name 'Stetson' by the reputation Lee and Amanda had established before they left. They had set a standard many Agents strived their entire careers to reach, but truly no team could ever match what they did. He immediately patched her through.
"Good Evening Amanda. This is quite an unexpected call...You're lucky you caught me, I was just about to head... Why do I get the feeling you have some unpleasant News to share?"
Hearing some rather odd noises coming from the direction of her house, she decided too much time has been wasted, and gave the fastest answer she could think of in the moment. Besides her headache wasn't helping her to think clearly.
"Francine you have to trust me on this. Something I can't quite explain is going down in our home... This is a Zulu Blue situation. Just meet me at Randy's." Before Francine could respond, Amanda hung up the phone and made her way back to the house, wanting to hear Lee once more before she left.
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