When Stuart walked into Lexie's house he saw an open bottle of wine and a wine glass on the coffee table. They sat on the couch.
"Want a glass of wine?" She asked.
"No." "Are you ok?"
"Cases like the one we worked today just brings it all back." "Please don't tell anyone." "It's not a secret, I just don't like talking about it."
"I won't tell anyone."
"On April 7th, 2002 I was fourteen." "I was walking home from ballet practice and… She started to cry a little. "Sorry."
He held her hand. "It's ok Lexie."
"Anyway…
Flashback
Lexie was walking down the sidewalk. She heard a car but didn't think anything of it. She was grabbed from behind. She smelled a sweet smell and passed out.
The next thing she remembered was waking up on a single bed in a basement. She had a bad headache. On her left was a set of stairs. She heard a door unlock. A man came down the stairs. He was tall with green eyes and short light brown hair. He looked to be in his late twenties, early thirties. She was surprised by the way he looked. He didn't look like the typical creepy stranger she'd been warned against, he looked normal.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Lexie."
"I'm Emmett." He sat down on the bed. "You're beautiful." He got on top of her and put his hands under her shirt.
"No, no!" She tried to fight him off. He punched her in the face.
"Stop fucking moving!"
"Please don't." "I'm a virgin."
"Good." "I'll be your first, and only." He raped her. It hurt her so much she was bleeding. "I'll make you something to eat." He went upstairs and locked the door. She cried.
Lexie had been held captive for three days. She was raped countless times. She had bruises all over her body. The only time Emmett would leave was the house was to go to work. One night he'd left a fork down there from when she had dinner. She hadn't heard movement from upstairs in hours. She picked up the fork and quietly went up the stairs. She tried to pick the lock with the fork. She couldn't do it. Suddenly the door unlocked and opened. Emmett was standing there smoking a cigar.
"Where are you going?" She tried to stab him with the fork but he took it from her. He threw her down the stairs. "What I'm about to do to you, you brought on yourself." He said as he came down the stairs
"No, no." She got off the floor. He threw her on the bed and took off her shirt. He put her on her stomach and put his cigar in her back.
"Ahhhh! She screamed and cried in pain. "Stop!"
"Stop?" He did it three more times. "Are you sorry?"
"Yes." "Please stop, please." "It hurts."
The next day he'd just finished raping her. He picked up a knife he'd brought downstairs with him and cut into her left breast. It wasn't deep but it hurt. She screamed. He did the same thing to her other breast.
"No, not today." He got up and left locking the door behind him.
Lexie was completely out of it. She was just waiting to die. She's been there for two weeks. She was on the bed in the fetal position completely naked. She was facing the wall. She was so out of it she didn't hear the commotion upstairs. She felt a hand on her shoulder and jerked away.
"It's ok Lexie." She heard a woman's voice say. "I'm with the FBI, my name is agent Willis." "You're safe now." Lexie got up, hugged her and sobbed hysterically.
End Of Flashback
"So, now you know." She said. She sniffled.
"I'm so sorry."
"That's why I go so hard when I go to the gym." "Nobody's ever gonna hurt me like that again." "The rapes were so severe that I can't conceive children." "I didn't have sex until I was twenty-six." "I couldn't do it." "I've only had two relationships my whole life." "As pathetic as it is, I've never even been in love." "The men I dated were nice, but I didn't love them." "Almost every night I have nightmares." "I'm back in the basement and I can't get out." "Every time I tried to dance after that, I couldn't." "I just had flashbacks of being abducted."
"Did he go to prison?"
"Yeah."
"Is he still there?"
"He was beaten to death by the inmates three months into his sentence."
"What was his sentence?"
"Life without parole." "He killed the first girl he kidnapped." "He killed me to, in a way." "The happy person that I was died in that basement." "I haven't been happy since." "All I have is my job."
"You have me."
Thanks." "You must think I'm crazy."
"No." "I think you're strong."
"I'm a mess."
"You have lasting effects understandably, but you lived through it, you're great at your job, you're beautiful, friendly, caring." She smiled and kissed him. He kissed her back. He could taste the alcohol. He broke the kiss. "Lex."
"It's ok, it's alright."
"We shouldn't do this."
"I want to."
"We can't, you've been drinking."
"Ok." "I'm gonna go to bed."
"I'm gonna sleep on your couch in case you need anything."
"Ok." "Blankets and pillows are in the closet in the hall." She stood up. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." She went upstairs.