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Chapter 3 : The beginning Of The End

"Morning Brennan," Angela said as I strode past her and ran to my office. I knew she would follow me, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I needed to get to my office, I needed to get to my safe place, I needed to... I sighed as I opened the door and ran into my office. The door didn't even latch before I heard my best friends extremely worried voice. "Bren? Sweetie?" It was getting harder to contain my tears. But I knew I had to.

"Brennan? We need to talk sweetie" Closing my eyes I sighed ..'get rid of her!' My mind screamed. "Ange I don't have time for this girl talk stuff... whatever it is I'm sure Cam can also help."

"We need to talk about... well, Bren you know what I'm talking about, so are you going to make me say it out loud or what?" I kept facing my computer not willing to give in.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Angela."

"Okay. Are you going to close the door or should the entire lab hear about what Jack saw?" Ange whispered.
When I didn't move, Ange sighed loudly and closed the door. "Trust me Bren. You don't want witnesses for this talk. Now since you won't bring it up, I will. I know about the bruises. How did you get them?"
"I fell down the stairs..." I mumbled. 'God Temperance you ACTUALLY think she's going to believe that?!'

"You fell down the stairs? Brennan, this is not the time to lie to me. Besides if you know me as well as I know you, which I know you do, you know I know you're lying. The truth this time, sweetie."
Taking a ragged breath I started talking, sobs coming through every once in a while.
"It… it's… it's PATRICK, ok?!" I spat his name in disgust "Happy now?! He hits me and I let him like a pathetic bitch who can't defend herself…"
I watched Angela as she slammed her hands over her mouth, trying to hide the shock I know she was in. "Sweetie!!! Oh god, sweetie! That is so wrong what you just said! Bren..."
Her arms felt soft around me as we hugged, they were gentle... something I hadn't felt in a long time and it made something snap inside me, a tear rolled on my cheek followed by another and another .

"Brennan, sweetie… why didn't you tell me? You know I'm here for you. Let's sit."
We moved towards the couch, the place where Hodgins had found me yesterday.
I stared blankly into the empty space for several minutes before I started again, this had to end and this was the beginning of the end!
"At first I thought I could handle it, Ange… I mean it's not like I'm helpless, you know?"
Angela nodded and I continued.
"But then... It got worse, he beat me more on a regular basis and I… I was ashamed, God I feel so stupid right now." I mumbled as I threw my head in my hands.

"No. Bren. Look at me. You're not stupid. You tried to handle this yourself, which is what you always do and it always works. You are strong. But even the strongest need a little help every now and then... Uhm… Sweetie, you said that it was getting worse. A regular basis. What are we talking about here? Once a week or- "

"Once or twice a week was when it began," I sobbed. "Now I'm having a lucky day when he DOESN'T beat me."
"Oh Bren." A short silence filled the room. "You haven't told anyone have you? Not me, not Booth?"
Ashamed I looked to the floor again.
"Okay. Your silence tells me everything I need to know." Angela continued.
I was surprised as she sat up straighter and clasped my hands in hers. "Sweetie. I need an honest answer, okay? Bren… please, tell me. Are the insults and the daily beatings really everything?"
I started sobbing again 'God I really had to tell her didn't I?'

"No..." I whispered broken, the tears now falling uncontrollable "Well... at first it was... But last night... he... he-"
Angela gasped as she discovered what I was trying to say and carefully swung her arm around me, letting it rub my back.
"Oh. My Bren… That bastard!!!" She shouted.
I started shaking again, my tears splashing onto my office floor.
"Ange... I... I felt so powerless... and dirty..."

Angela hugged me tight, or at least as tight as my injuries would let her.
"He's the dirty one Sweetie… and I'm so glad you finally told someone, now we can find a solution and get rid of him-"
"No!!" I shouted "I know it sounds crazy but... he loves me, Ange, and each time he gives me attention… afterwards he also heals the wounds..."

Angela sighed deeply "Brennan...Patrick beats you and forces you to have sex... that's not the kind 'attention' you should earn...You should get love without the aggression."

I nodded and spoke up again. "You're right Ange. This has to stop, and it'll start today!"
Angela smiled and stood up, leaving Bren's office, turning over one last time to say.
"Just be careful, Sweetie… wouldn't dare him if I were you."

'How are you gonna do it?' I kept asking myself.
'I could… run... but it's my own place. So no. I could fight him… but the first time I did he hit me even harder. So also no to that. '
My thoughts where broken by my partner's soft voice.
"Heya Bones… how you doing?"
I jumped in my seat, startled by his sudden appearance.
"Damnit stop sneaking up on me like that!!!" I screamed, shielding my body out of reflex, trying to protect myself.
Worried I watched him come over, a concerned look on his features.
"Bones…" I looked away. "Temperance," he tried, this time I did look up but my eyes still didn't meet his, ashamed and afraid.

He knew something was going on, of that I was certain, he'd seen a bruise on my collarbone when I was wearing a lower cut blouse and asked some questions, I'd answer him vaguely that I had fallen and was fine now.
I'd ignored his further questions and pleas to tell him what was going on.
A touch of his hand on my bruised shoulder jolted me back to reality.
"Temperance?" He asked and unconsciously I met his eyes immediately regretting my decision when I saw the hurt in his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, hurt that I didn't trust him with this horrible secret. "I want to help you, whatever it is, please let me help you."
Clearing my throat I got up from my couch brushing an invisible piece of dust from my clothes.

"I would love your help, if something was going on but I can handle it on my own, thank you."
From the corners of my eyes I saw him shake his head in desperation.
"Do we have a case?" I asked, figuring that was the real reason of his visit.
"Yeah." He mumbled.
I got my coat , and bit my lip to keep myself from showing him the pain that I was in, getting my bag I put the weight on the shoulder that hurt the less and walked towards the car, not giving him a chance to put his hand on the small of my back.
The rest of the day went slow and painful, both physically and emotional.
The victim was a young Caucasian woman, somewhere around the twenties.
She'd been dumped in a garbage bag in a small lake, nobody had listed her missing, which made the identification a little harder.
It was late and everybody was heading home, because falling asleep in my office would only cause more problems, also I decided to return to the place I once called home.
The home that now slowly had turned into hell.

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My friend : You evil person how cam you do such stuff?!
Me : Oh That's easy ^^ I just like them to suffer.
My friend : Sick B*tch!
Me : That's Me ....and you love it!
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