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Chapter 2.
Will carried Karen with ease to his cabin. She hung unconscious in his arms with her head on his shoulder.
He managed to get passed people, who were giving him with weird looks. He understood. They wondered why he was carrying a woman dressed like Karen, and they wondered why she was unconscious. He got to his cabin and opened the door, entered and kicked the door closed behind him and laid Karen down gently on his bed.
He stood and watched her for a few seconds. She had nosebleed, cuts and bruises in her face and he felt so sorry for her. Suddenly she stirred a little and opened her eyes. She looked around her and then she saw him standing, watching her. She sat up, but winced when a pain hit her in her chest. She must have a broken rib again.
"Calm down, you're safe now" Will said with a soft voice and sat down on his knees next to the bed trying to stop her from getting up. "You're hurt, you probably have a broken rib, that's why it hurts."
"I have to get back" she whispered, trying to get out of bed, but the pain was to much at the moment.
"You're not going anywhere at the moment" Will said and got a wet cloth to clean her up.
He sat down on the bed, next to her while he gently bathed her face with the cloth and gently cleaned her cuts.
She got tears in her eyes from the burning feeling when the cloth brushed over the cuts, but she knew they had to be cleaned.
"I'm sorry" Will said when he saw her eyes water up.
She gently shook her head as to say that it was nothing. He smiled a gentle, soothing smile. She tried to smile back, but she had a cut upper lip and it stung like a hundred bees if she tried to smile so she stopped, bringing her hand to her mouth. Her fingertips gently touched her cut and when she looked at her fingers she saw her blood and started crying.
"How long has he been hitting you like this?" Will asked.
She looked up at him with a sudden anger in her eyes.
"Who are you to ask me a question like that?" she asked him.
"I'm worried about you, that's all."
"You don't even know me" she said.
"No, but I have something against abusive husbands and as far as I can tell this is not the first time he did this to you so...how long has he been hitting you?"
She looked at her hands, afraid to answer him. She knew that she should get out of this marriage, but if she did she would loose everything she had worked so hard for everyday of her life.
"A few years" she whispered.
"That's one day to many" Will said angrily but calmed down when he saw her fear.
"I'm sorry, but I have experience in this matter. My mother was beaten to death by my father and I ran away when I was seven years old" he told her. "That's why I have a thing against abusive husbands. I will never forget the day I found her dead on our kitchenfloor" Will said sadly and he felt tears in his eyes.
She looked up at him with big, hazelcolored eyes, she thought she was alone feeling like this, to be exposed to this. How wrong she was.
Will looked her in the eyes and found himself drowning in them. Her eyes were full of pain, fear and even though she was scared he even saw something that resembled happiness.
"Do you love your husband?" Will asked with a neutral voice.
"Excuse me? Of course I do" she said a little to quickly.
He looked at her with truthsearching eyes and she sighed.
"I don't know. I thought I did, but this time he really beat me harder than he has done before, and usually he never hits me in the face."
"Why was he hitting you?" Will asked.
"I don't know, I never know. Sometimes he just gets angry at everything and everyone and he takes it out on me."
"You have to get out of this marriage or he will kill you" Will said, looking steady into her eyes.
She tore her eyes away from his brown and looked at her hands again. She knew he was right, but could she leave everything she had been working so hard for? Even if her own life depended on it? The answer to her was not so easy or sure.
"You need to sleep" Will said softly. "You take my bed and I take the one above you, OK?"
"I should get back, there's no telling what he'll do if I don't come back" she said.
"There's no telling what he will do if you go back now either" Will said and kept her in bed.
She knew he was right so she stayed the bed. Will got her a blanket and pulled it over her. Then he took his jacket off and spread it over her as extra warmth. She was in shock and she needed warmth. He climbed up in the bed on top of hers and grabbed the blanket that laid up there and pulled it over himself. He couldn't sleep however. He tried but his mind was to wound up. She should never go back to her husband. There's no telling when he was going to hit her again or when the time came and he killed her. Will couldn't live with it if she got killed. She was so beautiful and she seemed so unaware of it. He had found himself drowning in her eyes, those hazeleyes were so beautiful. When she was angry they were almost black, when she was afraid they were green.
'Will, you're gay' he reminded himself, and yet he found himself falling for the woman in the bed underneath him. He wondered what Jack and Grace was gonna say when they came back from dinner and the party down below. He knew there was a party happening, as it was a party every night below decks. The immigrants were partying. They were so happy to be able to build a new life for themselves that they threw a party every night. They danced, they drank alot, there was alot of music. Maybe he would take Karen to that party one of these nights.
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A/N Will Karen go back? Or will she stay? R&R people ..