Chapter 3: The Nightmare begins.

I just won a case, again. Time to celebrate with a big glass of w-

bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep

What the? Oh, it's my cell phone. Phoenix? What the hell is he ringing me at this time for?

"Hello?"

"Leah? Oh thank God. I t-thought you had gone too…"

"What? What do you mean, gone? Why are you stammering-?"

"Listen, Leah. Justin didn't turn up at work according to my good friend Sam, you know Sam right?"

"Yes, and why is that important?"

"It's not, but listen. I rang your apartment and there was no answer, so I thought 'well, maybe he's sick all of a sudden' but I thought that would be strange because if he couldn't call in sick, YOU could have done something. If you knew about it. So I-I went over there with a nice big bottle of whiskey in the hope of cheering him up, but when I got there, the door was lying wide open! I thought 'what the hell happened here?' because when I went in, the place was trashed!"

"…what?"

"T-trashed! Everything was turned upside down!"

"Phoenix, I have to get over there."

"I don't think that's, such a good idea. I only told you for your own safety."

"You're talking from your ass again, Phoenix. I'm going over there."

I hung up and looked around me. The court had completely emptied.

Walking out of the hectic doors of the courtroom, I took out my car keys and lamely shoved a random one into the lock and tried to turn it. It didn't work. I couldn't look for the right one if I wanted to, because I was blinded by

un-falling tears.

Finally, I got the right one and slumped into the drivers seat. The wheel looked so far away…

That was it. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I cried. Tears dripping from my green eyes, making them sting as I tried to blink them back.

Where the hell are you, Justin? Who could have done this? Why was this happening to me? What has Justin ever done to anyone that was so bad, they had to take revenge?

I waited for a few minutes, trying to get myself back together and eventually started the engine.

Driving though the rain is depressing.

It dripped on the window screen as my useless window wipers swiped slowly in an attempt to clear the way of the heavy rain.

Blurry traffic lights tried to shine through to my eyes, but that wasn't going to happen with the amount of water running over the car.

When I got to the apartment, I gazed through the open door in a sort of horrific stare. The sofa was overturned. The lamps on their sides, ripped. Carpets rolled up. Television smashed. Books ripped and pages lying, useless, on the floor.

I walked in a daze towards the bedroom. The door was still closed. I held out my hand, not wanting to open it, but knowing I had to see what was on the other side. I finally mustered the courage to turn my wrist, opening the door.

Everything was fine. Bed was made, curtains pulled open, blinds up.

"Hey, good morning."

"Huh? Oh! Justin. You're awake already?"

"Been awake for ages. You're beautiful, you know that?"

"What?"

"I love you Leah. I just need you to know that."

"I know." I whispered to myself. Sitting on the bed, brought back memories. Nice ones.

I just didn't understand why he had gone missing. Was he kidnapped? Did he run away?

I stroked the bed covers one last time and headed over to the phone to call the police. I was having double vision as I tried to pick up the phone.

"Leah."

I turned around suddenly to find a man standing behind the door.

His name is Apollo. I don't know his last name. Never caught it.

He is a defence attorney and I have only face him twice in my seven years of being a prosecutor.

He has brown hair with two quite peculiar, but cute, spikes on the front of his head, brown eyes and we wears the same thing to court everyday. But today he was wearing a casual pair of jeans, T-shirt and Converse trainers.

"Apollo? What are you doing here? Why are you behind the door?"

He didn't answer. He just came closer, and closer…

"Hey! I asked you a question! Answer me!" I shouted, getting more scared every second. "What did you do with Justin?" I whispered cautiously.

He still wasn't answering me.

"ANSWER ME!!" I screamed in his face. He jumped on top of me and held my arms down on the bed. What the hell did he think he was doing?!

"Hey!! Help! Get off of me!" I grunted. He was a lot heavier than he looked.

"Leah. I heard about Justin, but I didn't do any thing to him! I just… I really like you. Really."

"Well, you don't have to rape me!! What are you doing here??" I yelled. I was losing my breath by the second. I wasn't' able to breathe in! His body weight was properly pushing the air out of my lungs!

"Apollo, I can't breathe. Get…off…me…"

I could feel my lids drooping already as I tried to grunt out the words o try and get Apollo off of me. I tried to push him off by trying to roll over, but he wasn't budging.

"Sorry, Leah. See, I want to help you find your…husband. But I don't at the same time." he said quietly. It came out as quite menacingly. "I want…you. To myself." He said, pushing his face into my neck.

"That isn't gonna happen." I said forcefully, and with one last push of my strength, I managed to roll him off of the bed onto the floor. I was now on top of him!

"Don't ever try that kind of stunt again!" I cried. I jumped off and stood up, straightening my clothes and backing away…towards the door.

Apollo slowly stood up and stared at me.

"I'm so, sorry." He said calmly.

"No you're not, you greedy pervert. You already have a fiancée, do you not? I'm sure she won't be too happy if she knew her partner was trying to rape his enemy!" I yelled,. I turned and ran from the bedroom, only to trip over an overturned lamp and land on top of the messed up sofa. Apollo emerged from the bedroom and chased after me.

"No! Don't tell her! PLEASE!" he yelled after me.

I got up and slapped him across the face. Hard.

"Then tell me, why you are here. How did you get in and why are you so, obsessed with being close to me?" I cringed.

Apollo's face was frozen in a stare of shock and bemusement.

"Um…I…well…I thought, that if Justin had…gone…t-then I could be the one you could turn to…I think…" He stuttered. "I got in…just coming through the door. It was open, remember?"

I still didn't understand why he had come, here anyway.

"Apollo, I am…sorry. I can't… kiss you or anything. I have a husband, and you have a loving fiancée. It wouldn't be right…" I tailed off. Apollo was staring me in the eye and was coming closer…

We ended back up in the bedroom. Kissing as we moved. I wasn't even thinking about Justin. I couldn't help it. I enjoyed it…

"Hello, and good morning to all you New Yorkers out there on this fine Saturday morning! The time is 7am and-"

I groaned and switched off the alarm. Why does my alarm go off on Saturday mornings?

I rolled over, groaning, and almost screamed when I saw Apollo's face, staring me in the eye, burning a whole through my skull.

"Good morning."