Author's Note: Midterm season is finally over and we shall celebrate with another chapter! (side note: if anyone claims to be a music fan I definitely recommend Damien Rice's "O" because it is absolutely beautiful.)

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Scully woke up, this time with less pain lingering throughout her body. She opened her eyes and scanned the space around her. The sheets were still the white satin that felt refreshing underneath her skin. There were still roses on the table nearby, but something was different. Scully glanced down at her body and realized that she was no longer wearing the black pantsuit and blouse she had on earlier.

"Do you like it?"

Her head popped up at the sound of the voice. Who was it? She had yet to see his face.

"Do you like it?"

His voice. Scully dug into the depths of her mind to place it.

"I bought it just for you."

She squinted to see the face but the room was not lit and there were no windows.

"I find that it compliments you. You should wear lavender more often."

It was a long time ago. Someone she didn't want to remember. Someone she buried away.

"Eddie."

She had tried so hard to forget him. Now the memories came flooding back.

She was nineteen when they first met. He was quiet. Unassuming. She had seen him around school and never really thought much about him. Edward Blake was not a handsome man. He wasn't horrible looking but there was nothing striking about him. Scully was surprised when he first introduced himself and was even more surprised when she accepted his invitation for a date.

They dated for a few months. Scully noticed that Edward was more into the relationship than she was. He was doting, very attentive to her every need. She appreciated his company but more often than not felt that he was too protective. She continued to date him out of pity. No one else seemed to notice him. When she got the news that her father was to be transferred to Maryland, Scully jumped at the chance and quickly ended the relationship with Edward. He was heartbroken.

Now he stood in the doorway, looking at her with piercing, accusing eyes. He stepped closer to the bed.

"I'm glad you remember me."

"You're not easy to forget."

He smiled at the thought.

"I've been following your life."

Scully shuddered at the thought. She sat upright in the bed and her hands played with the lace at the end of the dress. She hated what he had bought for her – what she was wearing. It was more of a piece of lingerie than anything. The dress fell slightly above her knees and was spaghetti strapped. She hated it but was glad that at least she was dressed. He sat at the edge of the bed.

"What were you thinking, Dana? All these men? They were never the ones for you. I could have told you that and spared you the heartache."

Eddie reached for her hand and smiled when she didn't move away. Scully was too stunned to notice.

"Jack and Daniel? They were much too old for you – to understand you."

"Let me go."

She whispered those words.

Eddie chuckled.

"I'm here to protect you. I'd do anything for you."

"Anything can be dangerous."

Scully looked him in the eye and pulled her hand away in disgust.

"You're a murderer," she continued, feeling the rage build up in her.

"No Dana, you must be misunderstood. I am your protector."

Eddie moved in closer and leaned in for a kiss. Scully moved back.

"Ungrateful! You've always been ungrateful!"

He slapped her across the face. Scully retaliated and hit him back. Surprised, Eddie grabbed Scully by the shoulders, pulled her off the bed, and kicked her.

"I'll do anything for you! Why don't you understand!" He yelled these words. "Love hurts Dana. Get used to it."

Eddie stared at her. She was momentarily defeated. He left the room, locking the door behind him.