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"Alison, get your ass in here now!" Chase yelled, making her jump. He was only in the bedroom, which was just across the hall, and yet he still felt the need to shout at her. He always felt the need to shout, it was the only way he knew how to talk to her. Though, there were times when he was nice to her, but they were few and far between, and normally only in the presence of others.
"Yes Chase?" she replied, making sure to keep her voice devoid of any emotion. But Alison felt her stomach clench, she could guess what was going to happen next. And sure enough, he proved her right.
"Why didn't you do my laundry, or better yet go food shopping, or even clean the dishes? Are you that incompetent that you can't do anything around this sorry excuse for a flat?" Without waiting for an answer he carried on, "I want you to say you're sorry and go and cook my tea, and if you can't do that properly, I think I will have to get you re-acquainted with The Closet."
Alison sighed, that threat had always been Chases favourite. The Closet was just that, a closet. It was small, cramped and dark, and was littered with useless boxes. There had been many a time where he had locked her in there with no food or water. The longest he had left her in there was a day, her shortest stay only few hours; but the length she was in there for didn't matter, it was the fact that he locked her in there that hurt her. More than the words and the beatings. Sitting alone in the dark was not a good pastime for someone like her, her parents had always told her she had a good imagination, and during the many times she had been locked in there she would wished she hadn't.
"I'm-I'm s-sorry Chase," she stuttered.
A few months ago he had started to insist that she apologise every time he spoke about The Closet. And one night, after he had finished with her, she had come up with an interesting though, what if she locked him in there? What would happen then? Of course, she would never actually try to lock him in, she still had some sense of self preservation left, but it was an interesting idea.
Police sirens pulled her out of her musings and she wished that this time they were coming to arrest Chase. In her mind she imagined them breaking down the door, and leading him out in handcuffs. But, her wish would never become a reality.
The cop cars drew nearer and she started to panic, it was okay to wish for him to be taken away, but what would happen if he actually was taken away? Would he go to prison? Would he go quietly? If he did go to prison, what would happen when he was released? Would he demand to know her baby? Her mind raced with an endless amount of questions.
She was so caught up in her own little world that she didn't realise had made his tea on while autopilot. Just as she was about to pick it up and take it to him, someone started to bang incessantly on the front door. The banging startled her so much that knocked the plate off the counter with her elbow, and she could only watch as it fell to the floor then smashed into a thousand tiny pieces.
"Clean that up," he yelled, after hearing the noise, "and you better do a good job of it or else." The unspoken threat hung over her head but he wasn't done yet, "after you've done that – and you better do it fast – I want my tea. Jeez Ally, can't you do anything right," he roared.
As soon as he had finished yelling he appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. Alison gulped audibly. She was in big trouble, it looked like she would be spending the night in The Closet.
The knocking on the door grew louder and louder, but neither of them paid it any notice. As Chase started to advance on Alison she looked around for an escape, she couldn't climb on the counter tops as they were full of dishes and knives, but she could duck under his arms as he came closer. When he was less than an arms length from her she did it. She ducked under the arms that made to grab her, and ran away from him.
"Alison, get back here now!" Chase yelled, whipping around to face her.
Alison looked around, there was no way out. She couldn't run to the door as he would reach it first, and she couldn't lock herself in the bathroom because it didn't have a door. She had no where to go, she was trapped.
"Chase no, please don't!" Alison whimpered as he started to walk towards her. He didn't move fast though, every step he took was cold and calculated. Alison feared for her life, and that of her unborn baby, she had never seen him this angry. If she ever got out of here alive the first thing she would do would be to tell someone of the baby and what Chase had done, she couldn't bring a child into this.
The banging at the door stopped, she only had a split second to ponder why this was before there was a loud crash, and three strangers entered the room.
"Freeze, hands up!" two of them yelled, the other stood to the side of them, leaning on a cane. It was then that she recognized one of the strangers.
"House," she breathed. He turned his gaze away from Chase to look at her, not making any attempt to get closer to her in fear of scaring her. Alison slid down the wall she leant against, this was all too much for her.
"Dr. Robert Chase you under arrest. The charge being domestic violence, is there anything you would like to say?" one of the cops asked as the other handcuffed him.
"Yeah, there is. Alison, this isn't over," he threatened, turning to look at her. It was then that House moved towards her, and 'accidentally' hit Chase round the head with his cane. The cops chose not to comment, they had both heard what he had been yelling before they broke the door down and had they been allowed to they would have decked him one for putting someone through what she had been through.
When House got within a few feet of her, something clicked for Alison. She began repeating the words 'I'm sorry' over and over again and started to rock backwards and forwards on the spot.
"Cameron," House murmured.
But she hadn't heard him, he signalled for the cops to take him out of the room and started his approach again.
"Cameron I need you to listen to me, he's gone. He can't hurt you any more, I wont let him." His words seemed to have some affect for when she looked at him she stopped rocking and started crying in earnest.
"Shhh, it's okay, it's okay," he said, sliding down the wall to sit beside her.
"H-House," she croaked, as he pulled her into his lap. She latched on to his jacket, and tried to burrow into the fabric of it.
"He wont hurt you again, I wont let him," he repeated, while stroking her hair.
They sat like that for while before the EMTs showed up at the door, thankfully she had fallen asleep after exhausting herself from crying, so getting her onto a stretcher was an easy task. It was only when they placed her in the ambulance did House let go of her hand.
"Sir, I'm afraid you can't ride with us. Only blood relatives can," said the one EMT.
"I'm her boss," he growled, "and I'm coming with you." His tone left no room for argument and the two EMTs didn't question him. One sat in the back with him, monitoring her vitals – a job he could have done himself had he not been paying more attention to the steady rise and fall of her chest – while the other drove to the hospital.
