Warning: Mickey gets Evil with a capital E in this chapter – rated for content!
Suddenly Rose felt her wrists being gripped by Mickey, and she was dragged up from her sitting position.
Mickey spun Rose by her wrists and slammed her into a wall. She tried to scream, but before she could make a sound, Mickey had covered her mouth with his hand. Putting his face right in front of hers, he hissed "Don't do anything Rose, don't scream for the Doctor. If you do, it'll be worse". Rose was desperately trying to wriggle her way out of Mickey's grasp, but it was useless.
"You always choose the Doctor over me, don't you Rose? I mean, it's really quite stupid of me – idiotic almost – to think that my girlfriend may prefer to be with her boyfriend than some stranger who just shows up and then disappears for days, weeks, months on end. Yes Rose that's right. The first time you left, you were gone a whole year. A whole year when I thought you were dead. I thought the person I loved more than life itself was dead. I never thought I'd see you again. As if that wasn't bad enough, the police – after being "tipped off" by your mother that I was probably responsible for your disappearance, I was down at the police station more often than you've been through the doors of the Tardis. And the Tardis – let's talk about that shall we. Or 'her' as you and the Doctor call it. Like it has a gender – it's a wooden box. And yet you two go on as if it's a living breathing thing with feelings. If it does have feelings, I'm sure "She" really appreciated being ripped apart by you, when the Doctor did the decent thing for once and sent you home. But oh no, Rose couldn't leave the Doctor to get killed, could she. You had to go back, and you forced me to help you at the same time. You broke two hearts that day Rose, Jackie's and mine. We didn't hear from you until Christmas that year, and last time we'd seen you, you'd been dragged into the Tardis, which had then materialised, taking you off to fight some war happening somewhere in time." Mickey paused for breath.
While Mickey had been talking, Rose had been searching the room with her eyes, seeing if she could see anything which could be of use to her. But there was absolutely nothing. It was just her and Mickey, who was in a terrifying mood. Rose had never seen him like this before, and it terrified the life out of her. She wished for what felt like the hundredth time that the Doctor were here – he'd be able to save her. But on her own, there wasn't much she could do. She felt so helpless, so useless, so vunerable. Above all, though, she felt so scared. More scared than when she'd been held hostage by the Dalek. At least then the Doctor had been aware that she was in trouble.
"Rose! Are you even listening to a word I'm saying? Or have you been in a dream world about the Doctor this whole time I've been talking?" Mickey shook Rose by the shoulders.
"Mickey I was listening until you stopped talking, and I'm listening now. Why are you doing this?" Rose asked in a small voice.
Her only answer was Mickey slamming her head against the wall so she slid down the wall into a crumpled heap on the floor.
Elsewhere in the Tardis, in the control room, the Doctor was tinkering with something when he got a feeling that something wasn't quite right. He didn't no whether it was the Tardis trying to tell him something, or just some kind of intuition, but he stopped what he was doing and wandered in the general direction of Rose's room.
Rose woke up to find that Mickey had picked her up and carried her over to her bed. She tried to sit up but when she did her head spun and she found that it was easier to just stay horizontal. She looked around but couldn't see Mickey anywhere. She decided to try calling for the Doctor, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she found it covered by a hand.
"I thought I told you not to make a sound, Rose. Now you're going to pay. I didn't want it to come to this but it has. This is all your fault, you know that don't you. Your fault, and his of course. He deserves most of the blame, but if you hadn't been such a fickle tramp going off with him like that." While he was talking, Mickey had slid off the bed, walked round so that Rose could see him, and then climbed back on the bed, so that he was kneeling over Rose. In that instant, Rose knew exactly what Mickey intended to do to her, and was filled with such a feeling of dread that she thought she might actually throw up from the fear.
At the moment that the Doctor was gently ambling on down the corridor, Rose's worst fears were being realised. And Doctor, suddenly hit by the most overwhelming realisation that what was only mildly not right before was now so bad that facing krillitanes would be easier. He increased his pace to an Olympic run, but somehow he knew this still was not fast enough. He rounded the final corner in the corridor and threw open the door to Rose's room. What he saw made his heart leap up into his mouth: Mickey was raping Rose. He was too late to save her.
Ok, thats that chapter done with. This chapter felt slightly rushed as well, so if anyone has any positve/negative thoughts on how it can be improved, I'm always open to suggestions. Please Read and Review, let me know what you think. Oh, and if Mickey's dialogue seemed confusing, I wanted to show the breakdown that would lead to him doing what he does to Rose
