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Taking Over Me part six

Izzie screamed and dropped the phone.

"Easy there," Al said with a twisted malicious grin. "We don't want to make this any harder than it has to be."

"What are you doing here?" she whispered, feeling terrified, maybe even the most terrified she'd ever been.

"I came to see you of course," he said. He came closer to her. She backed away until she was against the wall. She had no idea what to do. Get out of there, of course, a voice said in her head. But it was proving to be quite hard; she was too afraid to run.

"My my, aren't you a frightened one," he said in a mock baby voice.

"Get out of here," she said in a shaky voice. I mean it."

He laughed a laugh that chilled her inside. "What are you going to do? Face it Iz. You have nothing in you. You know better."

He came closer. She looked on both sides of her, looking for an easy escape. He was too close to do anything. Her heart was speeding and she felt as though she were going to be sick. He smiled again and put his hand on her face. She batted it away with a trembling hand. She saw instantly that this was a mistake. His smile and look of amusement turned into anger. He hit her across the face hard enough to knock her to the ground.

"Don't you dare raise a hand to me," he breathed. 'Who do you think you are?"

At that moment she was convinced that she was going to die, that he was going to kill her right there in her friend's house and enjoy every minute of it. She tried to get up but her legs failed her.

"Please don't do this," she pleaded, feeling her dignity leave her. "Please."

"Like that's gonna persuade me," he said and laughed again. "You're pathetic, you know that? Completely pathetic."

He stood right in front of her. She tried to back away but he just laughed again. Thinking fast, she lifted one of his own legs and knocked him off of his. He crashed to the ground.

She seized her chance. She got on her feet again and backed away. She could tell he would kill her if she didn't run, and run now. She turned just as he got to his feet, angrier than she had ever seen him.

She ran for the front door. She pulled it open and went for the screen door, but he had caught her; he pulled her backwards and she fell to the floor again. He shut and locked the door.

"You'll pay for that one," he said, looking though as he had gone from angry and turned mad.

She got up; he grabbed her as she got to her feet. She was able to throw him off and run into the next room, him close behind her. She didn't believe that she was going to get out of this, but she didn't want to just accept her death. He was bigger than her, stronger than her, and faster than her; she was no match for him. It was hopeless.

He had just grabbed her from behind, hands around her neck when they heard a car door slam. Al froze, his hands still clammed around her neck, not even aware that she was fighting him. He seemed to be doing some fast thinking. Finally he released her and she staggered away, gasping for air.

"I'm not done with you," he said. "I'll be back."

He ran out of the room, apparently escaping out the back door, and just in time too; no sooner had he gotten to the back than Alex walk into the house through the front door.

"Izzie," Alex called, throwing his coat.

She leaned against the wall, trying to get her breathing back to normal. She had no idea what to do; her mind was at lost, thinking no he can't be here he can't find out, while another part said well you better think up a story and quickly, because it doesn't look like you'll get out of this one easily.

She straitened up. Alex came into the room.

"Hey," he said, then stopped. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said at once.

"What happened to you?" he asked concernedly, taking in her disheveled appearance. "And what happened to your face?"

"Nothing she said again. "I was- I just-"

"Cut it out," he said firmly. "What's going on?"

"Nothing's going on," she said, and tears started to threaten her. "I- I just-"

And they over powered her. Tears came down her face and she lost her ability to say anything. Alex put his arms around her, trying to calm her as best he could.

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"What happened?"

"I don't know," Alex sighed. "She never told me anything. She was hysterical at first, then she refused to speak all together. I stayed in her room with her last night, and she didn't sleep well. But she still refuses to say anything about it."

"I didn't come home till after him," Meredith said. "I was with Derek. They were upstairs when I got home."

They were silent for a moment

"She's here though?" George asked.

"Yeah," Alex said. "I don't know where, but she's here."

"I'll go talk to her," George said.

"Don't be too pushy," Alex warned him. "It won't turn out well."

George nodded and left the room. He felt he shouldn't have let her leave alone yesterday. She almost told him what was going on, and clearly stated that this person was dangerous, for that is why she kept her mouth shut, but he let her go anyway. But a part of him figured she wouldn't be left alone any more, and he was determined to find out why. He searched the hospital, thinking well she's not gonna tell me anything anyway.

But when he found her, to his great surprise, she did.