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*~Afraid to Breathe~**~Part Three~*

*The Next Day*

"Hey Chris!"

Turning as he heard someone call his name, Chris smiled as Jay approached him. "Hey Jay, what's up?"

Shaking his head, Jay just kept walking. "Have you seen Amy today?"

"Nah, not since we got here. Why?"

"She had some bruises on her arm, she said she smacked her arm on the door last night."

Nodding, Chris decided to play along... at least for now. "Yeah, she did. We were both walking down the stairs and she slipped and whacked her arm."

"Oh." Jay replied, nodding slightly. He wasn't going to tell Chris that Amy had told him a *totally* different story. Something was up, that he knew. Now he just needed to find out what that something was.

*Later that Night*

"Amy!"

"I'm in the bathroom!" Amy called back, holding her breath as she heard Chris's footprints approach her.

Turning the corner, Chris walked into the bathroom and watched quietly as Amy brushed her teeth.

Feeling Chris watching her, Amy turned around slowly, almost gasping at the look in Chris's eyes. He seemed calm, not mad like usual, just calm. It was actually scary. "Did you want something?" She questioned, through her brushing.

Shaking his head, Chris just smiled slyly. "No... I just wanted to know what you were doing. Hey... Jay asked me something today."

"Ook..."

"He wanted to know where the bruises on your arms came from."

Sighing, Amy knew what was coming.

"He seemed suspicious. Now, my question is... why did you let anyone see the bruises?"

"I didn't know anyone was watching me, I was just changing my sweatshirt."

"Bullshit."

"Chris..."

"Don't Chris me." Chris snapped, making Amy jump. "You know that you shouldn't be letting Jay or anyone for that matter, see those bruises. Those bruises are our secrets and you know that."

Nodding silently, Amy closed her eyes, waiting for the worst.

"Look at me!"

Amy looked up, her eyes shooting open. "I..."

"Don't start with me!" Chris demanded, his face growing red. "I'm not in the mood to deal with a bitch like you."

Flinching at his words, Amy couldn't believe that this all could've been avoided if she hadn't let Jay or anyone else see her bruises. Wait, what was she talking about? Even if Jay hadn't seen her bruises, Chris would've found something to bitch about. Sometimes, he didn't even need an excuse. "Chris please..."

"Shut up bitch!"

Sniffling, Amy just decided to keep quiet, not wanting to provoke Chris anymore.

Grinning evilly, Chris reached out and grabbed a handful of Amy's red hair in his hand. Holding on tight, he turned around and walked out of the room, pulling Amy with him, all the while ignoring her screams of pain.

"Chris!" Amy screamed. "Chris, stop!"

Still ignoring her, Chris pulled her to their room and forcefully pushed her onto the bed. "Shut up bitch!" He screamed, tired of hearing her cry.

"C… Chris." Amy whispered, shooting pain in her head.

Sighing exasperatedly, Chris smacked Amy across the face, grinning in spite of the situation. As she continued to cry, he continued to grow more and more angry, wailing her with punches and smacks to the face. He continued his assault until the phone ringing stopped him.

Silently thanking whoever was on the other, Amy pulled herself into a ball as Chris got off of her and walked to the phone.

"Hello?" Chris questioned, trying to keep the anger out of his voice.

Watching curiously, Amy wondered who was on the other line.

"Alright, I'll see you soon Adam."

Adam?! Amy almost smiled, in spite of the pain she was in. Adam was the one who'd saved her, even though he didn't know it.

Hanging up the phone, Chris walked back over to Amy, and smiled sweetly. "You're a lucky bitch."

Amy just looked at him skeptically, not opening his mouth.

"Adam's in town and he wants to visit us."

Nodding, Amy tried to sit up. "When is he coming over?"

"Little while." Chris replied, walking away from Amy.

Standing up, Amy walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She couldn't help but gasp at the bruises she saw forming on her face. How could she go out and see Adam with bruises on her face? He would obviously suspect something. What could she do?

Walking in the bathroom behind Amy, Chris looked at her face and grinned deviously. "Well… you can't let Adam see you like that. I guess you can't let Adam see you at all."

Her eyes widening, Amy turned around and looked at Chris. "But… won't Adam find it suspicious that I'm not here?"

"No." Chris replied simply. "He doesn't know you're here now, he can just think you're out with someone."

"But…"

Putting a finger to her lips, Chris silenced her. "No… see this is what you can do. You can stay in here quietly like a good girl. Adam doesn't have to know a thing."

Feeling tears well up in her eyes, Amy fought them back. She thought Adam coming would be her chance to tell someone about the hell she was living in, but now it seemed like it was more of a curse. She was going be stuck in the bathroom for God knows how long. How did she live like this?

At the sound of a knock on the door, Chris blew Amy a quick kiss, laughed once and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Looking at the closed door, Amy again felt tears welling in her eyes, but this time she didn't contain them. She let them fall down her face, one after the other. She had begun to feel like she would never escape the hell Chris had kept her in, and now she was as sure of that as ever. This is how I'm going to be spending the rest of my life. Amy thought to herself as she closed her eyes, hoping to go to sleep and forget about everything that had been going on.

*~*~*~*~*

"Hey Adam!" Chris greeted, giving his friend a hug.

"Hey." Adam replied, hugging Chris back. Looking around the room, Adam realized that something was missing. "Where's Ames?"

Rolling his eyes, Chris couldn't believe that that was Adam's first question. "Um… she's out."

Nodding, Adam shrugged.

"So… you want something to drink?"

"Sure." Adam replied, running his fingers through his hair. "Hey Chris?"

"Yeah?" Chris called from the kitchen.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom quickly."

"Su… no!" Chris yelled, realizing what Adam had said. He couldn't go into the bathroom. If he did, he'd find Amy. Running out of the kitchen, to the bathroom, Chris hoped he wasn't too late.

When he got there, he found a confused Adam. "Adam?"

"What the…"

A/N: LOL I had to start up with the cliffhangers again. Sorry, everyone! LOL I just wanna say thanks for all the reviews I've gotten so far. It's so awesome! Thanks! R&R! :)Nicole***