Chapter 8 – The Truth

Sara knocked on the door but stepped through without waiting for an invitation. She shut the door quietly behind her. "Hey."

"Hi." He replied looking up from his work. "I'm going to be a while honey, I've got to get this finished by the end of the month."

"That's ok. I'm shattered so I'm going to go back to mine and have an early night."

"Ok, sweetheart, I'll see you tomorrow." He stood and kissed her gently on the lips.

"I'll call you later." She said breaking away and smiling at him.

"I love you."

"I love you too." And with that she shut the door and was gone.

She stumbled through the hallways and out to her car, throwing herself exhaustedly into the drivers seat and starting the engine.

When she finally got home she fumbled with her key in her lock and then fell through the door, slamming it shut behind herself. She pushed off her shoes and left them beside the door before walking into her bedroom and putting her gun into the top drawer of her beside cabinet.

She was in her bathroom with her hand on the shower controls when she heard a banging on the door. She went back to the door and glanced through the peep hole frowning at the unfamiliar face before her.

"Sara?" The man said as soon as she cautiously opened the door.

"Yes?"

"You probably don't remember me? I'm your Mom's brother, Jason."

"Oh." She replied clearly surprised at the sudden appearance of an uncle who she hadn't seen in over twenty years.

"I've got some news about your Mom, can I come in?"

She stood back to let him in, her heart beating hard in her chest with concern over the news he was bearing.

"Your Mom's not well, I think you should go to California to see her."

"Oh." She sat down with a bump, the last thing she wanted to do was see her Mom. "I have a job," she said after a pause, "I can't just leave."

"Sara, this is your Mom. She's been stuck in that place for twenty three years, she needs to see you."

"I'm sorry." She said standing up. "I can't."

"She's in that hell hole and you can't even be bothered to go and see her." He said angrily, stepping towards her.

"It's not that simple." She said stepping away from him.

"She's only in that place because of you." He shouted.

"No, it's wasn't my fault." Her voice was shaking, she felt like she was still a little girl stuck in a violent home.

He stepped towards her, pushing her back against the wall. He grabbed her wrists. "She killed him for you, you little slut."

"No, I tried to stop her, she wouldn't listen."

"You killed him! And she took the blame for you."

"No, I didn't!"

He grabbed her jaw. "You lying little cow, you'll pay for what you did to my sister." He tightened his grip on her jaw and pushed her head against the wall, dazing her. She slipped down the wall as she saw stars dancing in front of her eyes.

Taking advantage of her sudden defencelessness, he grabbed her wrists and dragged her through into her bedroom. He threw her onto the bed and took a ball of string from his pocket. He bound her hands together and tied them to the bed frame.

As her mind began to clear, she began fighting back. He placed his fingers around her throat and gripped tightly. "Stay still and shut up or you will die like your bastard of a Father did." Suddenly there was a knife in his hands, which she didn't remember being there before. He held it firmly against her stomach forcing her to realise that dying like her father was a distinct possibility.

Terrified she lay still and he sat down on her knees making it impossible for her to move beneath his weight.

"I bet your Father loved you, so feisty." He muttered kissing her lips. He tried to force his tongue into her mouth but she kept her lips tightly shut and turned her face away. This just seemed to spur him on.

His hands travelled down to the button on her trousers and Sara closed her eyes to stem the flow of tears dripping down her cheeks as she thought of Grissom.

"No, no." She screamed knowing that her neighbours were all out working and there was no one to hear her desperate cries for help.

"Why are you doing this?" She sobbed as he pulled her jeans down over her struggling legs.

"To punish you." He said not looking up from his task. "You slept with your own father, you killed him. Now you have to suffer for your sins." He finally got her jeans down and stopped to look over at her.

She took her chance and desperately kicked out knowing that it was her final chance. She managed to kick him in the chest and winded him enough for him to move away for a few seconds. She used the opportunity to try and escape, tugging on her wrists to free herself.

It was a pointless activity though, he had tied her wrists so tightly that she didn't have a chance of pulling her arms free.

"You're going to regret that you fucking whore." He gasped as he undid his own trousers.

"No, no." She cried feeling him roughly enter her.

"Is this how you like it Sara? Rough? Did you beg him?"

"Please, please don't. I tried to stop him, I begged him to stop but he wouldn't listen. I tried to protect Mom but I couldn't. I was just a kid."

Tears ran down Sara's cheeks as she desperately sobbed, calling Gil's name as pain ripped though. He raped he over and over again and she clung to the hope that Gil would appear at any minute, like a knight in shining armour, to rescue her.

"I hope you're suffering like she did." He whispered into Sara's ear when he finally pulled away from her. "Now admit what you did. Admit that you fucked and killed your own father."

"No, never." Sara muttered weakly.

"Admit it."

"No Mom killed him, it was her choice." She shouted.

He place his hand tightly over her mouth.

"Haven't learnt your lesson yet?" He asked grinning sickly at her as he prepared to rape her again.

She wanted to scream for Gil but could barely breath. Finally she closed her eyes and blocked all external feelings thinking only of Gil.

She noticed him pulling abruptly out of her though. "Who's fault was it?"

"I, I tried to stop her." She replied quietly. Pain was soaring through her body, ripping her apart. She knew she was losing consciousness and was incapable of preventing it.

He placed his hands around her neck and she fought against him, kicking and twisting. She knew she was going to die and she knew she would never see Gil again, that thought was enough to keep her fighting to the end.

Her last thought was of the beautiful man who had lit up her life, who has made her want to live again.

When she stopped struggling he sat back on his feet and looked at what he had done. "Shit." Perhaps he had gone too far. He desperately tried to cover up his crime and then ran away.

So now we all know what really happened to Sara. Final chapter will be up as soon as I finish it. Which might be a while because it's quite a hard chapter to write.