Chris was in the weight room when Edward found him. He was lifting dumbells, his muscles expanding everytime he lifted. Edward had never noticed how muscular he was.

"What's up, Eddie?" he asked when he saw him.

"Nothing really," he muttered glumly. He had not slept much the previous night, and he had a lot of anger to vent. "Anyone using the punching bag?" he asked.

"Don't think so. Lance has been coming in and out, but I don't think he's using it." Edward nodded and stepped up to it.

He thought of Corina laying in the dark somewhere, screaming, and his hands clenched into fists. Not bothering to grab the gloves, he began hammering his fists into it with anger, trying to beat to death the thought of what was happening to Corina.

"Whoa, man! Slow down," said Chris. "You've got something eating you." He walked up to Edward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong? What's going on?" Edward shook his head.

"Nothing," he muttered. Chris stepped back, a small look of anger on his face and turned around. "Don't you even pull a Corina. I've had enough with people leaving me out things! Yesterday I saw Samantha crying and she wouldn't tell me why. Now you. What the hell is going on around here?"

Edward sighed and started to walk away, but Chris stopped him. "No, don't go," he said, his tone calming down. "Sorry. Shouldn't have exploded on you like that. I've just been a little tense lately." Edward nodded and watched as he went back. As he stared at him, lifting the weights, he suddenly thought of talking to Samantha not too long ago.

"...You know what's strange? Sometimes, I think he doesn't want her to talk again..."

Edward turned and looked at him, his jaw ready to drop. Chris?! Of all people! How could he do this to her? Who did he think he was! Edward, without even thinking, ran up to him and punched him in the jaw. Chris tumbled backwards and looked at him in shock.

"Edward! What the hell-"

"It was you!" shouted Edward. "You did it to her!"

"Did what? What are you talking about?" Edward punched him again.

"You've been raping her!" Chris' face drained of color and he looked at Edward with a face that made him nervous.

"Who said that?" he growled. "Who's accusing me of rape?

"Edward? What's going on?" camed a voice. He looked over to see Samantha sitting in the doorway in her wheelchair. Chris' expression lightened.

"Nothing," he said softly. "We're just talking." Edward restrained from shouting out what was happening. The last thing he wanted was for her to get involved in this. Chris was a strong man and he could easily hurt, or even kill Samantha. He said nothing, but couldn't get the look off his face, hard as he tried. His eyes lowered and he waited for Samantha to leave.

"You were never angry at me because she never spoke to you," he muttered when Samantha was gone. "You were angry because she was speaking at all!"

"That's a lie," said Chris. "I never raped no one."

"I'll kill you!" He moved to hit him, but Chris struck first, violently, then pulled out a knife and held it out in front of Edward's face.

"I never raped no one," he said, slowly but dangerously. He was angry now, and Edward was afraid now, but tried not to show it. He had never fought anyone or threatened to kill them. He had only killed once, but that was out of self-defense. "That's better," said Chris, once he was sure he was the dominate one. He placed the knife back and smirked. "Now, I suggest you get the hell out of here before I skin you raw. And if you tell anyone, even your little girlfriend in the wheelchair, I'll kill Corina and it'll be your fault. For now, I'm willing to pretend nothing's happened. But then again, it's up to you."

Edward stared at him in absolute loathing, but knew there was nothing he could do now.

(A/N: I wanted to wait and see if I'd get more reviews before updating. Guess I won't, but I'm updating anyway. Cheers!)