As any one will tell you, promises are easily broken when it's something that you love doing. I don't know how many times that I can say that I am sorry for not updating, but most of the fault goes to my computer and my father. My family and I updated our internet and my father deleted our old e-mail adress then waited about a month before he set up a new one. A day after this, my computer shut down completely and just recently was repaired. Thus, a far delay was delayed even further by christmas break. And now I'm done with school and hey now it's the summer! Time flies way too fast. Thus, I will continue with most of my stories. Tonight, at the ungodly hour of one o'clock in the morning. I present to you chapter 5 of my modern fiction!!!!!!!

Chapter 5: Complications Arose...

Elizabeth breathed deeply and started crying. Will rubbed her back.

"I'm sorry." She heaved.

"It's fine."

She got sick again, her shoulders heaving up and down, Will rubbed her back, trying to calm her.

She seemed so fragile and thin, she was shaking with her sobs so violently that it scared Will.

Finally her sickness seized. "I can't do this." Elizabeth was sobbing again. "I can't- I- ."

"Yes you can."

"No, I can't!" She shakily stood and rinsed her mouth in the sink. "I have to go. I have to go get James and we're going back to L.A."

She grabbed her bag and started walking out of the apartment.

No! Elizabeth!" Will chased after her.

Elizabeth suddenly stopped walking and Will nearly collided with her.

"What's wrong?" Will asked.

Elizabeth turned back around and ran past him, back to the bathroom.

Will chased her then held her hair back for her again as she got sick.

"What's wrong with me?" Elizbaeth finally heaved.

"It's post-traumatic shock." Will answered.

Elizabeth pulled herself shakily to her feet and rinsed her mouth again. When she looked up in the mirror, she looked horrible. She was pale and sickly looking. "Look at me." She sighed. "I look horrible."

"Elizabeth, I need you to tell me about eveything that he's ever done or said to you. Anything that's he's given you-."

"Are you going to arrest him?" Elizabeth looked at him through blood-shot eyes.

"I have to, he can't attempt to rape, or beat you for that matter and get away with it. And I have reason to suspect that he has done this to you in the past."

Elizabeth didn't answer, but her silence confirmed his suspicions.

Will led her to sit on the bed.

"Is he going to have to go to court?" Will saw fear in her eyes, but couldn't place it.

"That depends. Now," Will sat next to her. "I'm just going to have you lay back, and I'm going to look at the physical marks that he's left on you--."

"What?" Elizabeth stared at him horrified.

"It's all right, I'm not going to hurt you." Will answered gently. "I'm just going to ask you some questions and make some notes for evidence."

Elizabeth bit her lower lip, but still nodded.

Will placed his hand on her back and lowered her backwards slowly to lay on the bed. "You all right?" He asked reaching for her sweater buttons.

Elizabeth nodded.

"You're doing fine." Will answered and began unbuttoning her sweater. He then lifted the bottom of her shirt slightly so that he could see the purplish marks on her waistline that James had carelessly revealed in the elevator earlier. "All right." He touched one of the marks realizing that they were James' fingermarks. "Did that hurt?"

Elizabeth nodded.

"All right." Will took a small note. "Now you're going to have to tell me, when did this happen, what did he do, and why."

But Elizabeth didn't say anything, her mouth had gone dry.

"Elizabeth." Will tried again, gently. "You have to tell me."

Elizabeth still didn't say anything.

"Elizabeth--."

"I can't." Elizabeth sat up and tugged her sweater around her. "I just can't."

"Elizabeth, please."

"No!" Her eyes flashed dangerously and she grabbed her bag and began walking from the room again.

"Elizabeth!" He jumped up and chased after her.

"You don't understand!" She shouted.

Will caught up with her halfway through the hallway and gripping her arm he forced her to turn back to him. "And what don't I understand?" He shouted back.

"You think I don't know that he's hurting me? I know! I've known for three years!"

"Then why didn't you tell anyone?" Will asked the obvious question and released his grip on her.

Elizabeth calmed down again. "You wouldn't understand," she coldly whispered and turned to leave.

"And why wouldn't I?" Will grabbed her wrist and yanked her back towards him again.

"He threatened me." She finally whispered.

"How?" Will pulled her closer to him and looked deep into her brown eyes.

Elizabeth didn't want to look at him, but she couldn't look away.

Will held her gaze. "What did he say?" He whispered.

"Many things. Anything he could use to get me to do what he wanted."

"Such as?" Will pressed.

Elizabeth shook her head and slid down the wall, sitting in the hallway.

"Elizabeth?" Will got down on his haunches infront of her. "Please tell me."

"This is all happening too quickly." She whispered.

"I know." He answered.

There was a very long silence. Will was about to walk away when she grabbed his hand and pulled him back down.

"Three years ago I figured him out." She took a deep breath. "I had told him that he was nothing more than a common theif. Do you remember when I said he wouldn't let me have any money?" She turned her gaze on him.

Will nodded.

She then stared at the hard wood floor of the hallway. "He steals my money, all of the money I've ever made. He says he puts it into a savings account for me, and he does -- his. I figured it out, but he said that if I reported him... he'd rape me."

"But he already has in the past, hasn't he? And you haven't told anyone."

"Because he threatened me again. But I guess what he did to me, you can't call rape, because I went along with it." Elizabeth hugged her knees to her chest.

"Why did you go along with it?"

"I had to... If I didn't he said he'd kill my father." Her eyes were beginging to glisten.

"But..."

"I know, I'm not too fond of my father, but I don't want innocent blood on my hands." She wipped her eyes sighing. "I thought that I was protecting myself, but his threats built and soon I was just his slave."

"How old were you when he forced you to-?"

"Seventeen." She whispered.

"Elizabeth-!"

"I know, I'm a whore!" Elizabeth sobbed, wiping her eyes again.

"No, you're not- how old was he?"

Elizabeth thought for a moment. "Thirty-two."

"That's rape, Elizabeth, threatened and partially forced rape, and he's way too old to do that to you. It's illegal. You're only twenty."

"I know, but what else am I supposed to do, Will? If I call him out on it, he'll hurt me, and if I go to the police, he'll be put behind bars, forever haunting me. I'll be the person he calls when he's given a phone call and he'll harass me for however minutes that he has to use the phone. I just don't know what else to do, I've lived like this for three years and I'm still alive as well as the people that I love."

"But you don't have to take the blow for the ones you love."

"It's worked so far."

"But Elizabeth," Will pressed,"It's going to tear you up from the inside out. It's slowly killing you I can see you emotionally deteriorating."

"I think that's what James wanted from the beginning," she attampted to laugh at her own stupidity. "Steal my money, keep me quiet, then he could murder me and cover his tracks. Or I'd die of anorexia eventually. He's good at lying and covering his tracks, he's a British snake that I can't get away from." She put her face in her hands. "I think if he had gotten the chance, he would have murdered me after he was done with me."

Will was processing everything. "There has to be a way that you can get away from him."

Elizabeth shook her head. "I'm too far in to get back, either I will die by his hand or he will die by mine. But I'm not strong enough to defy him. I can't. He will be the death of me."

"You can't think that way, Elizabeth." Will insisted. "If you're ever going to win a battle you have to go in thinking that you are going to win, you can't surrender before you start, because then there is no use in fighting."

"But I have no reason to win. I keep the ones I love safe and --."

"You get hurt." Will added.

"Unless there's another agent knocking down my door, I have no reason to leave James. I'm not talented enough for anyone else, James perfects me." She sighed.

"Did James tell you that? That you weren't talented." Will pressed.

"He only confirmed my suspicions."

"Elizabeth you have talent." Will whispered. "Your talent is you. You have the look to be a model, your attitude and personality is what you display in your prints. James has nothing to do with it, he just finds you jobs."

"No Will, being a model is everything about the look. My lips are too big, my hair is too wavy, and my eyes are too dull. It's a brown eyed curse." She whispered.

Will looked over her, "last I checked, models were considered better if their lips were big. And wavy hair is good because they don't have to spend time scrunching it or curling and then brushing it out or whatever the hell they do to it. As for your eyes... they've always sparkled and shown every emotion that you are feeling. Your eyes are the only way that I can see what you're thinking." He smiled at her, which caused her to smile through her tears.

"Thank you. James never says things like that to me, he just focuses on the negative."

Will knit his eyebrows together in anger. "I'm going to pull everything up on James from the databases. It'll be difficult since he's from England, but he had to become an American citizen to live here. And I'm going to release him from his hand cuffs with a warning. If he looks for you, even if he comes within ten yards of you I will arrest him.As of now there will be no trial, but you're going to stay with me. This will be a private case, all right?"

"Will, you don't have to let me stay here."

"I need to keep an eye on you." He answered. "I don't want him harassing you anymore."

Elizabeth nodded and Will pulled her to her feet.

"Thank you Will." She threw her arms around his neck. "You have no idea what this means to me."

Will hugged her back, "I can only imagine."

Elizabeth pulled away, wiping her eyes.

"So," for some reason Will felt akward. "You'll be all right alone, won't you?"

Elizabeth nodded, pulling her sweater tighter around her.

"I'll lock the door on the way out, just don't let anyone in."

Elizabeth nodded again, following Will into the living area.

"Do you have a cell that I can call you at?" Will picked up a pen and pad.

"Two-One-Three-Six-Five-Seven-Four-Nine-Nine-Nine."

Will nodded and folded the paper up and slipped it in his pocket. "I'll be back soon." He picked up his jacket and slipped it on, leaving the apartment.