Chapter 6
The night went surprisingly fast with very little aggravation. Catherine was glad to be home. After drinking a cup of hot tea and taking a long hot bath, she is ready to sleep.
10:42 am
A shattering of glass stirs Catherine from her sleep. Not sure what she heard she quickly dresses and begins the search for the noise. Reaching the back of the house she notices the patio door is shattered all over her kitchen floor. As she turns around to call for help, Eddie appears from around the corner. "Shit" she thinks to herself. "Keep it together Cath." She moves behind the table. It doesn't offer much protection but does put some space between her and what she fears is coming. With one lead, Eddie in on top of the table. Catherine makes a dash for the front room just as Eddie jumps on top of her, bringing his body down hard with hers to the floor. The wind is knocked out of her and she is unable to fend off the coming blows.
Eddie is straddling her midsection. With every obscenity the hits her. "You bitch" he screams as he drives his fist into her stomach. "Do you really think you can keep me from my daughter?" He hits her again and again. She struggles to hold him at bay long enough to catch her breath. "I told you before I would kill you before you took my daughter from me." He pulled her up by the hair and drags her to the kitchen counter. He slams her head down on the marble and reaches for the knife. "I will give you until the end of the week to change your mind." Bringing the knife and his face closer to hers on the counter, "If you don't, I will make sure you suffer a long time before I kill you." He throws her to the floor and walks through the broken glass into the sunlight.
Catherine lies still making sure he's gone before pulling herself off the floor. Looking down at her midsection she could already see the major bruises coming. Feeling her ribs carefully she didn't think any were broken. Moving carefully she makes her way to her bedroom and sits on the edge of her bed. "If you need anything, I mean anything, call me" Sara's words replay in her mind. "God I hope I don't' regret this" she says aloud as she dials Sara's number.
"Sidle" a sleepy voice said.
"Sara. It's Catherine. I'm sorry to wake you."
Immediately sensing something wrong Sara bolted up in bed. "What is it Cath? Are you ok?"
"Uh, no. I, uh, Eddie." her mind was going fuzzy. Finding it very difficult to concentrate she stammers, "help me" before passing out on her bed.
"Catherine? Catherine, can you hear me?" Sara hung up the phone and threw some clothes on. Running to her car she tries Catherine's house but the line is busy. Pulling up to Catherine's, Sara checks her gun. Moving carefully to the front door she sees the broken glass through the window. Slowly, she walks to the back of the house, keeping a keen eye on the bushes as she does. As she approaches the broken glass she sees a bit of blood on the floor. "Cath? Can you hear me? Cath its Sara. I'm coming in through the patio." She looks in the living room, clearing from back to front then goes back to find Catherine motionless on her bed. Holstering her gun, Sara approaches the unconscious woman on the bed.
"Catherine? It's Sara; I'm just going to roll you over."
As Sara rolls Catherine over, the battered figure cries out in pain. "Careful, hon. Just lay still for a bit. Let me take a look." Sara beings checking her friend out from head to toe. As she pulls Catherine's shirt aside she winces as she sees the ugly bruises forming on her midsection. "I'm going to call you an ambulance. You need to see a dr."
As Sara reached for the phone, Catherine took her by the arm. "No ambulance. Please. It will only feed his anger."
"Catherine, you beaten badly. You need to see a dr. I either call an ambulance or I call Grissom."
"There is a number by the phone in the kitchen. Jennifer Haywood. Call her."
Sara went to the kitchen and called her number. After briefly explaining what was going on, Sara returned to Catherine's side. "She's on her way. She said to have you lay perfectly still and not to move at all." Sara held Catherine's hand as she went in and out of consciousness.
The night went surprisingly fast with very little aggravation. Catherine was glad to be home. After drinking a cup of hot tea and taking a long hot bath, she is ready to sleep.
10:42 am
A shattering of glass stirs Catherine from her sleep. Not sure what she heard she quickly dresses and begins the search for the noise. Reaching the back of the house she notices the patio door is shattered all over her kitchen floor. As she turns around to call for help, Eddie appears from around the corner. "Shit" she thinks to herself. "Keep it together Cath." She moves behind the table. It doesn't offer much protection but does put some space between her and what she fears is coming. With one lead, Eddie in on top of the table. Catherine makes a dash for the front room just as Eddie jumps on top of her, bringing his body down hard with hers to the floor. The wind is knocked out of her and she is unable to fend off the coming blows.
Eddie is straddling her midsection. With every obscenity the hits her. "You bitch" he screams as he drives his fist into her stomach. "Do you really think you can keep me from my daughter?" He hits her again and again. She struggles to hold him at bay long enough to catch her breath. "I told you before I would kill you before you took my daughter from me." He pulled her up by the hair and drags her to the kitchen counter. He slams her head down on the marble and reaches for the knife. "I will give you until the end of the week to change your mind." Bringing the knife and his face closer to hers on the counter, "If you don't, I will make sure you suffer a long time before I kill you." He throws her to the floor and walks through the broken glass into the sunlight.
Catherine lies still making sure he's gone before pulling herself off the floor. Looking down at her midsection she could already see the major bruises coming. Feeling her ribs carefully she didn't think any were broken. Moving carefully she makes her way to her bedroom and sits on the edge of her bed. "If you need anything, I mean anything, call me" Sara's words replay in her mind. "God I hope I don't' regret this" she says aloud as she dials Sara's number.
"Sidle" a sleepy voice said.
"Sara. It's Catherine. I'm sorry to wake you."
Immediately sensing something wrong Sara bolted up in bed. "What is it Cath? Are you ok?"
"Uh, no. I, uh, Eddie." her mind was going fuzzy. Finding it very difficult to concentrate she stammers, "help me" before passing out on her bed.
"Catherine? Catherine, can you hear me?" Sara hung up the phone and threw some clothes on. Running to her car she tries Catherine's house but the line is busy. Pulling up to Catherine's, Sara checks her gun. Moving carefully to the front door she sees the broken glass through the window. Slowly, she walks to the back of the house, keeping a keen eye on the bushes as she does. As she approaches the broken glass she sees a bit of blood on the floor. "Cath? Can you hear me? Cath its Sara. I'm coming in through the patio." She looks in the living room, clearing from back to front then goes back to find Catherine motionless on her bed. Holstering her gun, Sara approaches the unconscious woman on the bed.
"Catherine? It's Sara; I'm just going to roll you over."
As Sara rolls Catherine over, the battered figure cries out in pain. "Careful, hon. Just lay still for a bit. Let me take a look." Sara beings checking her friend out from head to toe. As she pulls Catherine's shirt aside she winces as she sees the ugly bruises forming on her midsection. "I'm going to call you an ambulance. You need to see a dr."
As Sara reached for the phone, Catherine took her by the arm. "No ambulance. Please. It will only feed his anger."
"Catherine, you beaten badly. You need to see a dr. I either call an ambulance or I call Grissom."
"There is a number by the phone in the kitchen. Jennifer Haywood. Call her."
Sara went to the kitchen and called her number. After briefly explaining what was going on, Sara returned to Catherine's side. "She's on her way. She said to have you lay perfectly still and not to move at all." Sara held Catherine's hand as she went in and out of consciousness.
