MEANWHILE WITH WYATT & TURNER

Turner suddenly woke up from her nightmare and looked around, happy to be awake. She felt someone's body on top of hers and his hot breath against her bare shoulder. Then it all came back, hitting her like a ton of bricks! Her nightmare wasn't just a nightmare it was reality. She softly tried to push Wyatt off of her without waking him up, but her efforts were wasted.

"Hmm? What happened? Oh, Turner its just you! What's wrong?" Wyatt sat up rubbing an eye sleepily, but Turner didn't answer. "What's wrong babe? Why are you staring at me like that? I know I'm pretty hard to resist but try and contain yourself!" he said looking down at his naked chest, and only a bunch of tangled sheets covered his bottom half.

"No! It's nothing like that! It's just that, you haven't called me Turner in the longest time! It caught me off guard." Turner answered pulling the sheets closer to her face trying to conceal herself from his view. Wyatt noticed what she was doing and gave her a teasing grin and started to crawl towards her. Seeing her pathetically backing into the pillows only intensified his desire for her.

"Wyatt, stop it! You look like an animal!" Turner tried to joke but Wyatt didn't change his stance, he continued to come to her.

"Wyatt, what's wrong?" her voice quivered with slight fear, only fueling Wyatt's craving for her. He reached her and was a mere centimeter away from her lips. "Stop Wyatt! Please stop…"

He pressed his lips viciously against her, throwing his entire frame of muscle, 200 pounds, on top of her. His lips mashed with hers, his mouth worked hungrily as if he hadn't eaten in months and was trying to quench his hunger now. He could feel her desperately trying to push him off of her but that made him even wilder. He moved his lips down her neck, biting and scratching her small shoulders lustfully.

"What's wrong Turner? Feeling a little uncomfortable?" he sneered into her ear between gasps. She struggled against his incredible weight on top of her, but stopped trying after realizing she couldn't move him.

"Why Wyatt? Why me? What did I ever do to you?" she whispered, each word full of pain. He didn't answer but began to grab her harder causing her to yell out in pain and sorrow. But she didn't try to stop him; she knew if she struggled he'd cause her even more pain. So instead, she just closed her eyes, crying silent tears, and let him continue to take advantage of her silence.

When he was finally done abusing her, he pulled back and gently stroked her cheek. She flinched at his touch, slightly drawing back. In the darkness, she could see his well-built silhouette; he seemed to be coming closer to her and her fear was starting to return. Unexpectedly, he put his hand behind her head and pulled her to his face and gave a long passionate kiss. When he let go of her, she could see him smile in a sinister way at her.

"Well, now that we're done fooling around! I think it's time we get some sleep! I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow! I have to go and talk to my little brother, after all these years he's back with me! Hearing her cousin's name Turner's eyes widen as she remembered he was here too.

"Wyatt don't do anything to him! He-he's your brother!" Turner pleaded.

"Prue! Why, if I didn't know any better than I'd think that you like him more than me! Your own husband! Now tell me that's not true!" Wyatt replied calmly.

"Of course not Wyatt! Of course not!" she answered, scared again. Then with one last kiss, Wyatt turned on his side and drifted back to sleep, but Turner stayed up thinking of what was going to happen to her and her family in the near future.

Turner woke up in the morning with an enormous headache and she felt like hell. Then she remembered that at the moment her life was living hell. Taking a deep breath, she got out of bed trying to avoid looking at Wyatt. She walked into the bathroom and started to get ready for the day. After taking a shower she walked across the bathroom to the closet. She opened the door and walked in looking for something to wear. All she could find was a bunch of black leather outfits; the kind demons usually wore. Cursing under her breath she grabbed one that looked a least bit decent.

"I should have known better!" Turner scolded herself, pulling on the tight black leather pants.

"Should have known what?" Wyatt asked loudly from the doorway. At the sound of his vice Turner's blood chilled and she jumped in surprise. She hadn't even heard him come into the bathroom, she slowly she turned around.

"Wyatt? You're awake! I didn't even hear you come in!" she managed to stammer.

Wyatt walked towards her with a raised eyebrow; she could feel his mind searching hers for any trace of betrayal. She forced herself not to think about the storage room and Chris. He stopped a few feet away from her and crossed his arms on his bare chest; Turner noticed he was wearing pants now.

"What's wrong?" she tried to play it cool.

"Nothing, nothing at all. So what do you have planned for today?" he replied changing the subject.

"Nothing really, I guess I'll just walk around for a couple of hours. You know, to think about the last couple of days." She thought up quickly.

"Alright but remember, you have to be back by sundown. We don't want anyone to think you're against me! Now do we?" Wyatt made clear.

"Of course! I'll be back in time!" Turner answered before turning around to leave.

"Wait!" Wyatt grabbed her elbow nad spun her around. Turner's heart almost stopped with fear.

"Aw! You don't have to be afraid!" Wyatt could sense her fear. "I just wanted a good-bye kiss!"

"Oh! Of course!" Turner quickly pressed her lips against his for a few seconds and then pulled away. Giving him a short, soft smile she walked out of the bathroom and then out of the bedroom. Once she had left the room and closed the door behind her she leaned against it taking a deep breath, thankful that he hadn't caught her. But now she had to make sure that she didn't look like a whore in her new outfit; Wyatt had scared her so much that she hadn't even looked in a mirror. She quietly slipped into an empty room that used to be for one of his other demons but she had died so now it was empty. She tiptoed to the bathroom, trying not to make any noise so that Wyatt wouldn't hear her.

"Oh my God!" she gasped when she saw her reflection. "I can't meet my family looking like this!"

Her neck was covered with red marks from Wyatt and you could clearly see large bruises on her shoulders where he had grabbed and held her down. And her lips were swollen and red. She spread out her hair so that some of the hickeys were covered, then she softly rubbed her arms trying to dull the bright purple and blue bruises. There was nothing she could about her lips but hope that no one would notice but she highly doubted that.

"God, I hope that they don't make a big deal out of this!" she prayed before leaving the deserted room and making her way to the storage closet. She whispered the spell and took one last look around the corridor to make sure no one was watching before opening the door and walking in.