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Chapter 2

"Lucky! I'm home!" Elizabeth yelled. But the apartment was dark. She flipped on the kitchen light and found a short note from Lucky.

"Elizabeth, I went to Nik's. See you in the morning. Lucky." She sighed. Dammit! How was she supposed to tell him that she wanted to be with him when he wasn't here? Morning wasn't far off...only about eight hours, add in a couple hungover 22 year olds, it would be around noon when they finally saw each other. She grabbed a beer from the fridge, changed into a pair of sweatshorts and one of Lucky's old shirts and flipped on the TV.

She couldn't help but think that maybe if she had cancelled on Brad instead of going out with him, only to be nearly threatened by him, she would be curled up next to Lucky, watching Family Guy or something. Maybe she would even be curled up next to him in bed. They would be exhausted from their lovemaking, and despite their sweating and heavy breathing, they would be entangled in each others' arms. They would wake up and confess their love over and over again to each other...they he would kiss her and...

"LIZZIE! OPEN UP! I WANT TO TALK TO YOU!" Brad's yelling interrupted her thoughts, no, make that her fantasy of what would never be. If she told Lucky how she felt, everything would be ruined. Instead of answering, she merely ignored Brad and watched the show on TV.

He spoke again, this time softer. "Look, Lizzie, I'm sorry about earlier, I was drunk and horny. Please, let me apoligize."

"Then apoligize, I can hear you." Elizabeth was not one to be taken advantage of. Ever since she was abandoned by her parents when she turned 18, she never looked twi at someone who caused her pain, scared her, or even gave her the slightest bit feeling of nervousness, as Brad was doing now.

Brad got pissed again. "LIZZIE! I WILL KICK DOWN THIS DOOR IF YOU DON'T OPEN IT!" She rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and walked to the door. Before opening it, she slid the chainlock in it's place.

"What do you want Brad?" she asked as she opened the door a mere three inches.

"You," he replied. Before she could react, Brad kicked the door in. She made an attempt to scream, but the first punch landed hard on her left cheek. She fell to the ground. "Good, this will make things go a little more smoothly," he smirked. His breath smelled of whiskey and beer. Elizabeth, still a little tipsy, fought the vomit coming up her throat. She tried to slap him, but he pulled away and pinned her wrists to the floor.

"The sooner you cooperate, the sooner you'll enjoy," he sneered. Elizabeth felt him rip at her shorts and panties. She tried to kick, which only made him angrier. He punched her so hard in her face, Elizabeth was sure her face had shattered. "Now don't fight in, you'll enjoy it."

She was paralyzed with fear as he tore her shorts and panties from her legs and threw them across the room. She body went numb and he took of him own pants and settled himself between her legs.

"No Brad! Please don't do this," she whimpered as he slip a couple fingers deep inside her.

"What baby? You don't want this? Fine, you'll soon learn that you do." He yanked her head up by her hair and shoved her face between his legs. "Suck me." Elizabeth was afraid of what he would do if she didn't. As she put her mouth around him, she took a chance and bit down, hoping it would stop him.

"OW! YOU STUPID WHORE!" he yelped as he yanked her head away. He punched her dead on in her face, breaking her nose and knocking out a couple teeth. Elizabeth spit out some blood and started to scream. Brad quickly covered her mouth with his hand. "Oh please, shut up. Bite me again, and you'll end up worse."

He opened her legs up and shoved himself between them. Elizabeth saw stars as he shoved himself inside of her. All she could do was whimper as he thrust inside of her harder and deeper. She was too afraid to fight back. She knew her face was busted up enough, she dreaded to think that he would kill her if she tried to hurt him again. Brad was thrusting faster and harder now. She was praying that it was almost over. She didn't know how long this torture had lasted when it was finally over. She barely moved as he stood up to get dressed.

"I told you you would enjoy it," Brad sneered. "I told you'd be mine tonight. And you'll always be mine, because no one will want you after this." She tried to ignore him. She wanted him to leave so she could call Lucky. He finished getting dressed and put his face next to hers. "Thank you for that sweetheart." He kissed her cheek and she flinched. He laughed. "Oh you'd rather I'd be rough," he said. He punched her again, knocking the wind out of her. He couldn't help himself, he decided that even though he was leaving, he didn't want her calling anyone until he was well out of town. He stood up and gave her a couple swift kicks in her stomach, blinding her with pain.

Finally he left, leaving her in unbearable pain. Where was the phone? She needed to call Lucky. Lucky would take care of her. She made a feeble attempt to get up, but pain ripped through her. She took a deep breath and tried again. After what seemed like an hour, she made it to her feet. The phone was just a few feet away on the coffee table. She took one step and slipped in a puddle of her own blood. She lost her balance and fell to the ground, hitting her head on the coffee table, knocking her out cold.