Catherine and the other women sat on the floor talking.

"I have a daughter too. Her name's Lindsey. She's a great kid. She just lost her father, well not just but it still feels like yesterday for both of us. She is my life, if I don't have her I am nothing, I could not imagine life without her." Catherine paused. "Hey, you never told me you're name. I mean, does your father know my father too."

The women looked over at her.

"I'm Elizabith Barrot, My father John Barrot was a business colleague with your father for a while He also had a part in Chris losing one of his clubs."

Catherine looked at her, at her scars, at her bruises. That would be her in short time.

Catherine's memories flashed back to the body in the hotel room.

"He raped her." she whispered, she looked up "Did he rape you to?"

Elizabith looked down at her legs, the bruises did not indicate otherwise.

" I just pretended I was somewhere else. It goes a lot faster each time. Each time it feels worse, but it goes faster." she paused. "I guess you could say you're lucky, he would come in here and talk to us about how happy he was with you, how he knew you were the one for him. Then I remember the day you broke it off.

That was when my pain began, he was so mad at you."

Catherine felt guilty.

"I am sorry he did this to you"

There was a silence between the two women and then they heard the door opening. Chris walked in the room. He looked at Catherine.

"Hey baby, you having a good time yet or is Elizabith filling your head with lies and garbage." He bent down and kissed her. Catherine jerked away.

"You have a terrible attitude problem Cat, you should consider repairing it." He walked over to Elizabith and pulled her up by her arm.

"Leave her alone Chris" Catherine stood up and stepped in front of him. He pushed her aside

"Catherine you don't want to take me on just yet. We have all the time in the world when she is gone, you have to wait your turn."

Again Catherine stood in front of him

"Let her go, you have me, hasn't she gone through enough?

Chris slapped Catherine

"Listen bitch, I have had a bad day, and so will too if you get in my way."

Catherine starred him in the eye

"I'm not afraid of you"

Chris laughed.

"Okay, I was just going to blow her brains out, but if you want to see.'

He pulled out a gun.

Catherine grabbed his arm.

"Chris no please, just let her go. Chris"

He looked at Elizabith.

"Too late" Chris pulled the trigger and shot her.

Catherine screamed as blood splattered everywhere. Catherine had seen blood before, but that was after the fact, but she had never seen someone die before, not like this. Catherine felt sick.

Catherine felt the tears again and she fell on her knees. Chris looked down at her. He pulled her off the ground.

"It was for the best baby, you know that, now we can be alone." He pulled her close. "Come with me we have to make some phone calls"

Catherine pulled away.

"I am not going with you, I hate you"

Chris stopped in his tracks, he turned around. He glared at Catherine; he had a crazed look in his eye.

"You don't mean that. He walked over to Catherine. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a needle.

He grabbed her arm and squeezed. Catherine started to fight, trying to pull her arm away.

He stuck her with the syringe and whispered in her ear.

"You'll be okay in an hour. Maybe then you will be a little bit nicer.

Catherine fell into his arms and he carried her out over his arm.

An hour later Catherine woke up. Her hands were tied to the bed frame.

She looked around her.

She was in a hotel room.