He wrung his hands. He was the only one to call her since that asshole of a husband was beating her. He felt a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. What was he supposed to do? He didn't know where she even know where he lived.
He calmed down. He would have to think about this. Hunter was a very powerful man, so he ruled the police out. He wouldn't want to call them, he would want Stephanie too. That way they would believe her and Hunter couldn't do anything about it.
He couldn't believe all this time Stephanie was probably begging for help from everyone and he was the only one that called her. She had to have tried to get everyone to call her before she tried him and yet he was the only one who called. He never saw any bruises or anything on her.
He pulled out his little address book. McMahon… Shane would know where she lives.
He dialed the number letting it ring a few times. "Hello?" came Shane's groggy answer.
"Shane, I need to know where Hunter lives. Its important," Chris said.
"Chris, it's 2:30 in the morning. Go to be. Your delusional," Shane said simply, letting out a yawn.
"No, she might need my help and I need to know where she is. I know she lives with Hunter but where?"
Shane let out a sigh. "If I tell you, promise to be nicer to her and not call me at two in the morning anymore?"
Chris smiled. Shane didn't even want to know why. Typical. No wonder no one ever found out she was being abused.
"I know you like her, but when you claim your undying love for her, don't tell her you got the address from me, she lives on Third street, 22009. Goodnight," Shane hung up the phone, falling back on his pillow."
Chris hung up the phone. 'He thinks I am in love with his sister?' He thought. At least he got the information he needed. He got dressed and hopped in his car.
He turned off his headlights as he approached his house. He noted how big it was, wondering how he was ever going to find her in there. He sure as hell would try anyway.
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Stephanie sobbed holding her cheek, which had already started to swell.
"Didn't I tell you no phone calls bitch?!?" Hunter yelled, looking down at her. She was sitting on the floor waiting for more of his abuse, which she knew was coming.
"Who did you call?" He demanded to know.
He kicked her in the stomach causing her to curl up, and hold it. She would not tell him. Her only chance was that Chris come here and she could not ruin his chance.
"Someone called here," she lied.
"Bullshit. Someone called here at two in the morning Stephanie? I am not stupid!" Hunter backhanded her giving her a bloody nose. She didn't care now though. He would be here to rescue her soon.
"Who the fuck did you call?!" He screamed again.
"I told you, someone called here. It was Shane. He called because my father told him if I want to keep the company I can, and that's it's not worth our family," She laid again. She knew she would get caught in this lie, but by then she hoped Chris, or the police would take her away from this house.
Hunter smile. This was almost too perfect. He got the business. The business he had lied, cheated and stole for, he finally got it. His smile slowly faded. This was too perfect. He grabbed Stephanie by her hair and threw her against the wall.
"Your lying," he said almost in a growl.
She stood up to him. "N-no. He gives up," she said praying he bought it.
"You must think I am really stupid. But I'm not," He said smiling. "Someone is on their way over here, and your trying to cover up." He grabbed her hair and bashed her head on the wall. She felt her warm blood on the back of her head before realizing that he bashed her head through the wall. She let out a cry.
He smiled at her reaction. He was right. He walked over to his closet and started to pack a bag. He threw a bag to her. "We are leaving tonight. This mystery person you called, won't know where to find us," he said throwing numerous articles of clothing in his bag.
---
Chris watched from his car across the street, careful not to be seen. He watched through a pair of binoculars as Stephanie was brutally beaten. He saw Hunter rip every hopeful thought from her brain, and make her give up hope altogether.
He called the police from his cell phone.
"Hi, I am at a friends house and I just accidentally witnessed her husband beating her," He gave the address, then hung up, returning his eyes to her. He watched her, holding what looked like a hammer. She was going to do it. She was going to stand up. This was the Stephanie he knew.
While Hunter was turned around she smashed the hammer on the back of his head, leaving him unconscious. She dropped the hammer and fell to the floor sobbing.
---
"I hit him…" she said almost in awe to herself. She slowly got the courage to check for a pulse. Her anger had forced her to do it and she was unaware of how hard she hit him. She was relieved to find a pulse, and sobbed none the less. He was going to kill her when he awoke.
And inspiration of hope hit her as she ran through the house looking for his keys. He always hid them in a new place everyday so she couldn't leave. She frantically searched. She would leave if only she could find those keys.
She stopped looking when she heard someone try to enter her front door.
He calmed down. He would have to think about this. Hunter was a very powerful man, so he ruled the police out. He wouldn't want to call them, he would want Stephanie too. That way they would believe her and Hunter couldn't do anything about it.
He couldn't believe all this time Stephanie was probably begging for help from everyone and he was the only one that called her. She had to have tried to get everyone to call her before she tried him and yet he was the only one who called. He never saw any bruises or anything on her.
He pulled out his little address book. McMahon… Shane would know where she lives.
He dialed the number letting it ring a few times. "Hello?" came Shane's groggy answer.
"Shane, I need to know where Hunter lives. Its important," Chris said.
"Chris, it's 2:30 in the morning. Go to be. Your delusional," Shane said simply, letting out a yawn.
"No, she might need my help and I need to know where she is. I know she lives with Hunter but where?"
Shane let out a sigh. "If I tell you, promise to be nicer to her and not call me at two in the morning anymore?"
Chris smiled. Shane didn't even want to know why. Typical. No wonder no one ever found out she was being abused.
"I know you like her, but when you claim your undying love for her, don't tell her you got the address from me, she lives on Third street, 22009. Goodnight," Shane hung up the phone, falling back on his pillow."
Chris hung up the phone. 'He thinks I am in love with his sister?' He thought. At least he got the information he needed. He got dressed and hopped in his car.
He turned off his headlights as he approached his house. He noted how big it was, wondering how he was ever going to find her in there. He sure as hell would try anyway.
---
Stephanie sobbed holding her cheek, which had already started to swell.
"Didn't I tell you no phone calls bitch?!?" Hunter yelled, looking down at her. She was sitting on the floor waiting for more of his abuse, which she knew was coming.
"Who did you call?" He demanded to know.
He kicked her in the stomach causing her to curl up, and hold it. She would not tell him. Her only chance was that Chris come here and she could not ruin his chance.
"Someone called here," she lied.
"Bullshit. Someone called here at two in the morning Stephanie? I am not stupid!" Hunter backhanded her giving her a bloody nose. She didn't care now though. He would be here to rescue her soon.
"Who the fuck did you call?!" He screamed again.
"I told you, someone called here. It was Shane. He called because my father told him if I want to keep the company I can, and that's it's not worth our family," She laid again. She knew she would get caught in this lie, but by then she hoped Chris, or the police would take her away from this house.
Hunter smile. This was almost too perfect. He got the business. The business he had lied, cheated and stole for, he finally got it. His smile slowly faded. This was too perfect. He grabbed Stephanie by her hair and threw her against the wall.
"Your lying," he said almost in a growl.
She stood up to him. "N-no. He gives up," she said praying he bought it.
"You must think I am really stupid. But I'm not," He said smiling. "Someone is on their way over here, and your trying to cover up." He grabbed her hair and bashed her head on the wall. She felt her warm blood on the back of her head before realizing that he bashed her head through the wall. She let out a cry.
He smiled at her reaction. He was right. He walked over to his closet and started to pack a bag. He threw a bag to her. "We are leaving tonight. This mystery person you called, won't know where to find us," he said throwing numerous articles of clothing in his bag.
---
Chris watched from his car across the street, careful not to be seen. He watched through a pair of binoculars as Stephanie was brutally beaten. He saw Hunter rip every hopeful thought from her brain, and make her give up hope altogether.
He called the police from his cell phone.
"Hi, I am at a friends house and I just accidentally witnessed her husband beating her," He gave the address, then hung up, returning his eyes to her. He watched her, holding what looked like a hammer. She was going to do it. She was going to stand up. This was the Stephanie he knew.
While Hunter was turned around she smashed the hammer on the back of his head, leaving him unconscious. She dropped the hammer and fell to the floor sobbing.
---
"I hit him…" she said almost in awe to herself. She slowly got the courage to check for a pulse. Her anger had forced her to do it and she was unaware of how hard she hit him. She was relieved to find a pulse, and sobbed none the less. He was going to kill her when he awoke.
And inspiration of hope hit her as she ran through the house looking for his keys. He always hid them in a new place everyday so she couldn't leave. She frantically searched. She would leave if only she could find those keys.
She stopped looking when she heard someone try to enter her front door.