As the sun rose, it took me a few moments to blink myself into consciousness - only to realize that I was in pain.

Only to realise that my hands were chained - no, handcuffed, to bedposts, that feet had been bound together with hastily knotted sheets.

I didn't remember much about the night before - or maybe I didn't want to remember, as I knew something was wrong. The sounds weren't the same, the sights, the feeling wasn't the same as I'd known in days, weeks before.

The smell - it was one mistakably of sex, and based on the fact that I still couldn't move from the bed -

Dawn broke, and when my mind finally made the connection, so did the dam of my tears.

It's hours before he awakes, sweaty and quite amused, proud of himself. Hunter's never liked me since I had made it obvious that I had chose Randy over him -

Not that it matters now, it seems.

My eyes close, and I hear the soft click of handcuffs, feel someone picking me up - the short trip across the hall.

Meeting the floor, the hard, cold feeling of hallway meeting my falling frame. A knock on the door.

Then silence.

Silence.

A phone ringing inside the room. Gruff voice, decidedly hung over, answering, then pausing -

The door flings open, and - the phone falls to meet my shaking self as well.

For now, I'm safe. For now...

"He told me." Randy doesn't say what he's been told, or who told him, but - he doesn't have to. I know. I can see the hurt, there. "Say it's not true, Hailey. Even if it's a lie."

I can't say anything at that moment, but stare at him, wanting him to take me into the room, lock the door -

Anything to be away from what had happened the night before, because by now, things are starting to come to my memory, and -

"Let me be sick." I whimper, trying to pull myself up into the doorway, only to drag myself into the bathroom. The door barely closes before one could hear the distinct sound of someone wretching. Water starts running a few moments later.

I don't think I can scrub my skin hard enough to get that touch away.

The gun is hidden away - but I don't think I can live without it for long.

The door opens, and Randy simply stands there, eyes looking for answers, looking... "It's not true." I whimper. "Whatever he told you...wat to get you mad, so he could..."

I can't finish my thought for a moment, and I lean against the shower wall sliding down to sit in the bottom of the bathtub. Limbs curl in, lashes fall closed, and the tears start again.

"He said this was my due. You'd get yours. I just..."

I look to him, stopping my tears only for a moment.

"I'm going to do it soon."