A/N: This chapter has been revised by me and I have noticed that it has not gone so well for your reviews and decided to re-write and change that one particular scene, differently. I do hope it will be a better plotline for your reviews this time. Slightly re-written and edited 5th October, 2011.

Thoughts are in bold and italics
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Chapter five-The love of a concerned friend & Flashbacks

Meanwhile in the Don's laboratory where both don and April searched for any reports on missing persons, kidnapping or runaways. Leo was still sitting beside raph in the infirmary and mikey was busy stuffing his mouth with food as usual.

The old rat was meditating when he sensed something upsetting, stood up and walked out of his room. Looking around the lair and only noticed that his youngest terrapin son was in sight. Walked to mikey and placed his hand upon the orange clad terrapin's shoulder.

"Ugh!" mikey shrieked, placing one hand on his chest as his heart raced and turned around. Gazing the old rat standing behind him, surprised and felt alittle silly.

"Michelangelo, where are your brothers?" splinter asked softly

"Leo and Raph are in the infirmary; Donnie is—is—um, I don't know where is Donnie, sensei." Mikey answered uncertain.

Splinter raised a brow and his ears twitch worriedly. Without saying a single word, the old rat immediately ran to the infirmary. Opening the infirmary door and stood for a second as his worry turned instantly in fear when he saw Raphael lying on the bed.

Leo was sitting in the chair, meditating. Splinter walked to his son's side and stood beside him as he gently placed one hand upon the red clad terrapin's forehead without waking the sleeping terrapin.

Leo sensed a kind presence within the room; he opened one eye and saw the visitor. Stretching his arms up above him and sighed. "Sensei." Leo stated softly

Splinter gazed his eldest son with a frightening glare as one worrying thought running through his mind. "What happened to Raphael, Leonardo?" The old rat asked in a low soft tone.

Leo rubbed the back of his neck as he started at the beginning to how Raphael became injured. Splinter gazed Leo and waited for an explanation.

"Well?" splinter lowly stated

"After the training session early this evening; we were watching the news about mysterious murders that involved male criminals that were barbarically slaughtered. So we went to investigate then discovered the killer and Raphael was injured." Leo explained

Splinter was stunned also disappointed. "Who was the killer, Leonardo?" splinter asked

"The killer was a giant wolf, sensei." Leo answered, lowering his head

"Say that again?" splinter requested confused, glaring in disbelief

"Raphael was attacked by a giant wolf." Leo replied, repeating his statement

"Where is Donatello?" splinter wondered

"I am not sure, sensei. The last moment I had seen him; Donnie received a call from April." Leo told him

Splinter took the phone and pressed the button that auto-dialled don's phone, waited for an answered when he heard voices coming don's laboratory.

"That is probably Casey." April stated, worried and tried to control her trembling limbs.

Don grabbed the phone and answered with a hoarsely tone not realising it was his sensei, calling him. "WHAT DO YOU WANT, CASEY? WHATEVER IT IS, WE ARE BUSY. SO SCRAM!" Don bellowed in the phone.

"Excuse me, Donatello." splinter calmly said

Don blushed red in embarrassment when he heard his sensei's voice. Rubbed the back of his neck as he giggled with surprised glee then replied. "Oh, master splinter. I'm so sorry, I thought it was Casey calling."

"Where are you, Donatello?" splinter asked, wondering with curiosity why his son answered in negative outburst.

"I am in the lab. Why do you ask, sensei? Oh right; I'll be right there." don answered, hanging the phone

"That wasn't Casey, was it?" April asked, holding her trembling hands together behind her back.

"No, it was Master splinter and I have to go the infirmary." Don told the red haired maiden

"Ok, I'll stay here and continue the search." April replied, reaching for the back of the wheelie chair and sat down then continued her search, not realising her sleeve uncovered her forearm.

As don was just about to walk out the lab when he saw the bruising on April's forearm. Don grabbed her hand and pushed up the sleeve and examined her arm; assuming that he may be just seeing things but his suspicions turned from concerned to anger.

"What happened to your arm, April?" don concerningly asked

"It is nothing. I hit my arm on the counter while trying to re-arrange the shop." April told the purple clad terrapin as she yanked her arm away and covered the bruise.

Don raised a concerning brow, but was unsure whether to believe April's story. He left the lab, leaving April to continue with the search while he ran to the infirmary.

April gazed over her shoulder, realised she was alone. Uncovering her arm and glared her bruise; wanting to tell her friends about the abuse that Casey inflicted upon her. Feeling ashamed and worried about what her friends might say but thought the longer she keeps it a secret, it might go away; then she remembered the last time she gave Casey another chance when he promised it won't happen again and it did also got worse every time, he laid a hand upon her in violence. She closed her eyes and silently sobbed.

'What am I going to do?' April thought to herself in shame and fear. Worrying if she told her friends that the abuse may get worse after they leave her alone with him. She also wondered what will happen if she did confine and seek help from her friends. Would it get better if she told the truth or worse?

...Meanwhile back in the apartment...

Casey finished his cigarette and a second beer; wiping the excess beer that drizzled down his jaw and reached for the ashtray putting out the burning cigarette. Stretching his arms above himself; then stood up from the couch and walked to the bedroom. Opening the door and stood in the door way as he stared down the young woman lying on the floor still unconscious.

Sighed breathlessly and then slowly walked in the room, leaving the door open—allowing the light that shown through from the living room over the bed end and slightly over the lower half of her covered legs.

Removing the bed from over her legs then gently slipped each arm underneath her legs and around her upper body, carefully lifting her up from the floor then carefully placed her down on the bed then only covered her lower body with the sheet once again. As he silently stood over the young unconscious teen, then slowly sat on the bed—beside her.

Trailing his fingertips along the outline of her face—gently brushing back the strands of hair. Unknowing that, within her unconscious sleep—flashbacks of recent physical attack began to emerge through black and white flashes then quickly opened her eyes—without a second thought.

The young teen began to stir with pleading murmurs then fastly shot up, viciously punched the dark haired man's chest with mere unspeakable force that made Casey laid upon the floor—hitting hard against the dresser.

Groaning and slightly disorientated as he reached for his forehead, quickly rubbing his skull before he noticed to be stood over followed by heavy, husky breathe. Staring up the frame of confused young teen, unable to see her face as it was overshadowed by the light, reflecting behind her.

The young teen knelt down and punched Casey in the face and broke his nose, making him bleed. Casey didn't get the chance to verbally express his pain as he experienced the attack—only to endure another punch in his face. Making him more disorientated from the powerful punching blows then it hit him like a tone of bricks when he felt the astonishing throb. As she ignored her shoulder injury—the jet ebony haired teen stood up and viciously stomped upon Casey's right leg. Breaking it in three places and then knelt down again, slowly this time. Glaring him with a trembling expression followed by a low hissy snarl then punched him once more—punched so hard that she slightly broke his cheek bone and placed him unconscious.

Then she stood up, spat upon Casey's unconscious face before running out of the room and opened the window to the fire escape. Swiftly leaped out then disappeared in the darkness within the alley across the road, leading toward the park. Running as fast she could to where she felt safe the most.

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To be continued in chapter six...

I know everyone this is getting interesting but it is also terrifying. Poor girl, heh?
I guess ya'll are wondering, this must be an better written chapter, which I hope so—anyway, what made the girl to react like she had? Have to wait and find out.

Will Don try to ask more questions about the bruises? But is April willing to tell her friends or continue to keep it a secret and stay with Casey?

What will Casey say when April and Don returns to the apartment? And how will he explain his injuries.

Hmm...I hope the cruel brute gets what is coming to him...

Read and review until next time...tootles... enjoy reading.