(In this story Marty has reverted to her wild, party-girl ways. This story will contain descriptions of explicit sexual situations, including female slash, multiple sex partners, and threesomes. No, I don't think Marty is a slut. She's one of my favorite characters, and she's only having a little bit of fun- okay, well, maybe a LOT of fun.)
*~Favored~*
"Marty, you should come to my place tonight. I'll keep you safe from Patrick. And in the morning you can go talk to Tea and ask her to help you with the divorce proceedings," Todd suggested.
Marty hestitated, but realized she couldn't stay with Patrick another night. She didn't feel safe here in her own home. "Alright, let me grab a few of my things, then we'll go," Marty agreed. She went into her bedroom to gather some of her clothes and other personal items. She came back a few minutes later with a couple of suitcases.
"I'm ready," she said to Todd. He was standing over Patrick with a frown on his face as he turned to look at Marty. He grabbed the suitcases and lead the way out to his vehicle.
Once they arrived at Todd's house, he showed her to the bathroom where she could freshen up and get ready for bed. "I'll sleep on the couch... and you're welcome to have my bedroom," Todd offered as he disappeared into the living room.
Marty watched him go, then went to take a quick shower. She slipped on her nightgown and head upstairs to Todd's bedroom. As she lay against the pillows, Marty cried. Tears of pain and bitterness slid from her eyes as she thought of Patrick and all of his hatred and abuse. She had once loved him so deeply, but now their love had turned to ugliness. Marty had never felt so heartbroken and alone.
Eventually she had fallen asleep, hugging Todd's pillow against her chest. But in the stillness of the night, frightening dreams came to haunt her. She could hear Patrick screaming at her, calling her a whore. As he ripped out strands of her long blond hair, he slapped her and pushed her to the ground. "Stop!" Marty screamed as she fought him in her sleep. She was thrashing around in the bed when Todd got to her side.
"Marty, it's alright," Todd called out, but Marty didn't hear him. She was sobbing in her sleep, begging Patrick not to hurt her.
Todd reached for her, trying to soothe her. "Marty, you're safe. I'm here. You're going to be alright," he promised her.
Gradually, awareness came back to Marty, and she woke up in Todd's embrace. "Todd?" she said softly as she rested her head against his arm.
"Yes, you had a nightmare. But you're safe now..." Todd murmured to her as he continued to hold her close.
"Patrick hurt me," Marty said in a small choking sob.
"I know... but I am not going to let him do it again. I hurt you once, and it nearly destroyed us both... and I swore after what I did that I'd never let anyone hurt you again. If he comes near you, if he touches you... he's a dead man."
Marty didn't reply as she cried in Todd's arms and he gently stroked her hair. "You'll be alright now," Todd promised. "I should let you get some sleep."