Chapter 4 : Behind Locked Doors

My head throbbed, my heart raced so fast I was sure it would explode out of my chest and my breathing was ragged.

'Where am I?' I asked myself as I groped in the dark. I dared to open one eye to let it immediately slam shut again...my headache hurt too much, I must have hit my head against something ...or he did.

Suddenly I knew. Patrick! Patrick had knocked me against a wall when I didn't want to co-operate in what he called a 'fun game'.

I tasted vomit as I thought back of the things he did to me. He had used me...like I was some disposable object.

Disposable. He had disposed of me! Locked me in the small guest-room...with no chance to escape.

My deepest fear had come true...I was a prisoner. The prisoner of an abusive monster!

Fifteen minutes later I had a strategy, as soon as Patrick opened the door, which he had to do at some point to feed me or check on me, I'd kick his ass as good as possible and run as far as I could, hoping there would be a phone within my reach, because sure as hell Patrick would beat me unconscious if I tried to escaped.

My breath stocked as I heard a squeaking door opening, heavy footsteps coming towards my prison.
In more comfortable settings I would have thought this looked like one of those horror movies Angela made me watch some time ago.
Only this time I was in the horror movie and, I was the unfortunate main-character.

I pricked my ears when I heard him moving closer and closer. With each step he took, a tremor ran down my spine.

'What if he was done with me? What if the 'fun' was over and he wanted to get rid of me?'
I swallowed hard.
'Would he kill me then? Well of course he would, I'm like a piece of trash to him. Worthless. He could kill me so easily, and when he did…No, Brennan!' I shouted to myself. 'Don't think like that. Be strong. For yourself, for Booth , for Angela….Angela'
With a loud bang the door swung open.

"Angela!" Booth screamed as he entered the artists office.
"Angela… Have you," He breathed brokenly, like he'd just ran a marathon. "Have you seen Bones?"
Nervous the artist looked up.
"I… have no idea..." She replied.
"Damnit…" Booth cursed. "She'd been acting… strange a long time and every time I touch her unexpected she flinches, ready to break my wrist… or something."
Angela stood up and walked out the office, heading towards the platform.
"Booth… She's fine." Angela said, mentally adding. 'At least I hope.'
She sighed, closing her eyes thinking of her best friend.
'Please be safe, honey.' Angela prayed.

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With a shaking body and uncertain eyes I watched him come closer, he lowered himself onto his knees, sinking to my eyelevel.
"I know you want to run," He whispered, his breath a tickling, hot puff against my ear. "And I have an idea, let's play a game…"
A game?! Did he lose his mind, I'm captured in his claws and he wants to play a game.
When I noticed he didn't pay attention to me, I continued to listen to him.
"…It's called Run for your life! I'll give you …," He pretended to be thinking. "..Ten seconds, if I still find you …I win!"
My mind was flowing with numerous thoughts and I didn't even notice he'd already started counting.
"….nine…eight…," Patrick went on.
Suddenly I got it. This was my chance!
I ran to the front door, desperately trying to open it. Locked, of course.
"…seven…six.. you cannot run and you cannot hide. Yeah you gotta face it baby, wherever you run and wherever you hide yeah you gotta face it baby…You're gonna be mine!"

'The phone!' All of the sudden I remembered my original plan.
I cursed as I reached the living room…no phone.
A small smile appeared on my face when I remembered a small cell I got after Epps got into my house…bet Patrick didn't found that one.
With shaking hands I pressed the tiny buttons, my nerves on high alert as I heard his footsteps come closer again…
'Come on Brennan!' I screamed to myself as I hit the send button, quickly discarding of the piece of technology.

"Gotcha!!!" Was the last thing I heard, as a stinging pain ran through my upper arm.
Everything went blurry and then dark, the last thing I remembered was his smiling face and a drug-filled injection that stuck in my arm.

The vibration of her cell phone shook Angela out her thoughts of Brennan.
Fumbling with the small machine, she opened it to read a text message.
From Brennan.

From : Temperance Brennan.
To : Angela Montenegro
Sent : 14: 27 PM
'Help… Patrick… locked!'With a gasp, the shocked Angela dropped her cell phone.
Trying to snatch it back up, Booth reached for it, his neutral face slowly changing into various other expressions. Confused, shocked, worried and nervous.

"Patrick?" Booth asked confused. "Her boyfriend is locked?!"
Grabbing her mobile back, she snapped back.
"No! She is… That abusive piece of crap holds her captive, that's why she didn't come to work today!"
It took the agent only a few seconds to register the newly found information, striding after his partners best friend.
"Wait… Patrick beats her?! How come she didn't tell me. Ok I saw a bruise but she assured me it was nothing."
Angela turned, dragging Booth by his sleeve.
"Patrick beats her, yes. She didn't tell because she's too freaking scared, for him and every single man in her environment… and believe those bruises aren't nothing. And if we don't hurry it's gonna be her end."

Booth's eyes widened.
'Her end?! No that can't happen… there's still so much I need to tell her.'
As the Artist and Booth ran to his SUV, he immediately put on the alarm, praying Bones would be ok.
'Please , Temperance… hold on… I love you too much to let you go like this. I love you so much. If this ends your life, it will also end mine.'

A/N: So what do ya think?! Let me know!!