Author's Note: Thanks for sticking with me thus far. In this chap. my story earns its rating. So be aware. I hope you guys like the new title. If you're familiar with the song, then cool. If not, I don't have time to explain. It's by the Red Jumpsuit Aparatus.

Chapter 4: I Bruise Easily

Will and Elizabeth walked through the streets of Manhattan, which was decked out in its Christmas best. On evey street lamp was a large wreath with a bright red bow, and on every corner was a Santa. A walk way was lit up with parallel lines of white angels made of lights that emerged from the bushes, like small children playing hide and seek. Each angel held a gold trupmet between its small plastic, tree light hands and had them pointed heavenward, proclaiming a glorious song. At the end of the pathway of angels sat the largest tree possible, towering high above the people that were admiring it from afar. Only a month ago on Thanksgiving, the Macy's day parade had strode through these same streets celebrating more Christmas than Thanksgiving. Of course the long white blanket that stretched along the streets added a nice 'I'll Be Home For Christmas' touch, but Will felt magic around this time of year. He had hoped that he could share this with Elizabeth, but she would be leaving before he could even get to spend time with her.

Even the hotel that Elizabeth was staying in was full of Christmas spirit; very expensive Christmas spirit.

Who am I kidding, I could never give her what she wants in life.

Elizabeth lead him towards the elevator and Will had a strong sence of foreboding. He didn't want to say good bye yet.

"Well, it was fun." Elizabeth turned to him after pushing the up button to summon the elevator. She hugged him and he held her in his arms for a moment before letting go so as to not make the moment akward.

The elevator binged and Elizabeth prepared to step on, but her path was blocked by a very angry James Norrington. He was wearing dark blue jeans, brown boots, a dark green button up shirt and a brown sport coat.

"There you are!" He growled ad grabbed Elizabeth's arm tightly, yakning her into the elevator with him. "I told you no coffee!" He yelled and grabbing the cup from her hand and tossed it out of the elevator.

"But James-!"

James grabbed the hem of Elizabeth's shirt and pulled it up enough to reveal purplish bruises of imprinted fingermarks on her waist. "Do you want a repeat of last night?" He yellled

Will only saw the terror cross Elizabeth's face just as the doors closed.

Just behind the doors Will heard something that sounded like a slap, and Elizabeth scream as the elevator took off.

Finally Will snapped into deputy mode.

Frantically he began pushing the up button to summon a lift. "Come on!" He muttered, watching in frustration as the floor number above the opening where Elizabeth and James had been standing. Finally it stoped at eleven, just as the lift next to where Elizabeth and James' had been opened.

Quickly he ran in and thanked God that no one followed him in as he pushed the button for floor eleven.

James twisted Elizabeth's arm around, dragging her behind him out of the elevator and down the hall to the one room that they were staying in.

"James, please let go of me!" Elizabeth screamed.

"No, Elizabeth." James snarled sliding the room key in and out of the slot. "You've disobeyed me Elizabeth."

"You can't control me! I'm my own person!" Elizabeth yanked out of James' grasp.

"I knew letting you go out would put ideas into your head!" James screamed at her. He screamed so loud that neither one of them heard the elevator open on their floor. "You are weak! You came to me and I offered you everything! I gave you a job and a place to stay! All I want in return is for you to remain fathful to me forever! When you stray I have to punish you!"

Elizabeth backed away from him as he advanced on her with a lust for blood in his eye, she knew that she would be hurt soon.

James shoved her against the wall and kicked her in the shin.

Elizabeth fell to the floor in pain.

James continued to hit her and kick her in her face, stomach, legs. Elizabeth didn't even dare to scream, hoping as the pain increased, that it would end sooner.

Finally Elizabeth heard a voice shouting at James.

"Freeze!" James didn't stop his progress of knocking the wind out of her.

Will could only stare full of anxiety as he saw Elizabeth be punctured by this animal.

"I said FREEZE!" Will shouted again.

James reluctantly stopped and stared at Will challengingly.

"Step away from Ms. Swann and put your hands where I can see them!" Will yelled, his pistol aimed right between James's eyes.

James sighed and stepped back from Elizabeth, raising his hands in the air.

Will walked over to him and pushed him into the room that was now open, keeping his pistol pressed into James's back. Will cuffed his wrists together and pushed him into the closet, locking the door.

"She'll use you! You know that don't you?" James shouted as Will slamed the door.

Elizabeth was sitting up against the wall, her head buried in her knees.

"Elizabeth." Will whispered and she looked up at him. "Come on, let's get you out of here, before the recruits come."

Elizabeth nodded and took the hand that Will had extended to her, to help her up.

She avoided his gaze and kept silent.

They summoned a cab once they had made it safely out of the hotel and Elizabeth sat very distanced from him, silently crying, with her head resting against the window. Every once in a while she would let out a small gasp or sob and he would look at her, but she pretended that she hadn't made any sound at all.

Finally the taxi pulled infront of Will's apartment complex and Elizabeth got out of the taxi while Will paid the driver.

His apartment was on the seventh floor and he led Elizabeth up the stairs to it.

She waited, glancing silently around as he fidled for his key.

Eventually he found it and opened the door for her.

She wouldn't move from the doorway. Finally Will sighed and holding her arm he led her into the apartment.

"This is the spare bedroom." He opened a door and took her inside. "It has its own bathroom so I won't disturb you." He forced her to sit on the bed. "Take as long as you want, I have a few calls to make."

Will left Elizabeth and she sat on the bed for awhile. She had a strange feeling in her stomach that she couldn't quite place, it made her head spin and her breathing faltered as her throat tightened.

She went into the bathroom and looked at her reflection; her lip was bleeding. She wiped it off on her sleeve.

In the other room she could hear Will talking on the phone. "I need to talk to the sherrif, Elise." Will was saying.

The tightness in her throat increased and her stomach churned.

"Hello, Shreiff Gibns? Deputy Turner."

"Will." Elizabeth tried to whisper, but instead of words, something else came out of her mouth. She gagged and ran for the toilet. AS she was in the process of being sick she heard the phone bang against the receiver and footsteps running towards her.

"Elizabeth!" Will threw himself down next to her. He placed his hand on her back and held her hair back for her.

AWWWWWWWWWW... ahem. That's all folks. More soon I promise.