Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I just need to say something. This is my first time portraying an abusive relationship, I'm trying my best and I don't claim to be an expert. To my guest reviewer, I know strong and smart people can end up in abusive relationships but I chose to portray it this way. I appreciate your opinion but if you're disappointed with how I'm portraying abusive relationships, I understand and accept your view. I would just ask that you not compare with me with another author. I have read the author, Just Jasper's works. She is a great writer and has her own style of writing. This is my style of writing and I'm just uncomfortable with being compared with another author. I think that any author who puts their time and effort into a piece has their own unique way of doing it. Sorry just had to get that out.

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Jenny Crum - Trust me, he's going to pay for what he has done and I'm going to tease that Morgan will have a big part in that payback.

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Hotch walked through the hospital corridor, heavy thoughts weighing on his mind. As he came to Reid's room, the bottle of painkillers in his pocket seemed heavier than before. Pushing the door open, he made his way in and over to the side of the bed. To him, the young genius of his team wasn't laying in this bed, a broken man was laying in the bed, a year of pain showing through the bruises that marked his pale skin.

"Don't wake him," Garcia whispered as she opened her eyes and straightened in her chair.

"How is he?" Hotch whispered back.

"Scared, broken and afraid, it's horrible what he has gone through."

Walking over to her, he gave her hand a small comforting squeeze. "He'll be fine as long as we help him through this."

"This isn't the same as Hankel, Hotch," she shook her head. "What's happened to him will take so much longer for him to come to terms with."

"Morgan called and told me what happened."

"He must have been so scared when Martin did that to him," Garcia vented angrily. "For six months, he thought he had found someone to love him and within hours, that same person raped him and threatened to kill those he loved. I want this man to pay for what he's done to my baby boy."

"We'll catch him and when we do, I'm going to interrogate him myself. It won't be pleasant for him. We haven't managed to track him down yet. Kevin checked his accounts and found them empty. He's running and I don't think he knows Reid survived the attack, which works in our favour."

Hotch looked over to Morgan, his eyes closed and in a light sleep. Pulling a seat over and next to Garcia, he sat down and began to watch over Reid.

Martin kissed him and brushed a hand through his brown locks. "How was it?"

"Good," Spencer grinned before bringing the blanket further over his body. "How was it for you?"

"It was great," Martin assured him. "I just wanted our first time together to go well. You seemed a little nervous at the beginning."

"It's just been a while since I've been with someone. I know I made you wait for tonight, I hope that was okay."

"Waiting wasn't a problem for me," Martin smiled. "You're worth waiting for. From experience, I know that jumping into bed so soon in a relationship can cause problems. It's good that we waited."

Reid smiled as he listened to his boyfriend's words. He had made Martin wait for two months, he didn't want to rush this relationship like he had rushed his last one.

Sitting at the table, he brought a small amount of food to his fork and ate it. Martin had started his second beer and already had a third waiting for consumption. They had dinner in silence. Reid was too afraid to say the wrong thing. Saying even one word that Martin didn't like could land him in agony. He kept still as Martin left his seat and walked over to him. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong, Martin."

"Then why aren't you eating properly? I cooked this meal and I expect you to eat it."

Reid stared at his plate. He wasn't hungry and it hurt to swallow food after Martin had pinned him against the wall by his throat. He knew that if he didn't finish the food, Martin would get angry. "I'm going to eat it, I promise. Just give me some time."

The fork was forcefully ripped from his grasp. Martin brought a large amount of food on the fork and held it in front of his mouth. "Open your mouth, Spencer."

He opened his mouth as Martin shoved the food in. He chewed as fast as he could but barely managed to swallow the food when Martin gripped his jaw and shoved more food into his mouth. He chewed but began to choke as Martin shoved more food into his mouth. He cough and spat out the food, gasping as he tried clear his throat. A hand gripped his hair and threw him to the floor.

"My food isn't good enough for you, huh!" he yelled before kicking Reid in the ribs. Reid stayed silent as tears began to fall. He cried out as a foot smashed into the bottom of his back. "You're pathetic!"

Opening his eyes, he felt relief, he felt safe knowing that he was still in hospital. His nightmares of the past couldn't touch him when he was awake. He looked to his side, Hotch's eyes meeting his own as he turned his head.

"Hello, Reid. Garcia and Morgan are just getting some food, they'll be back soon."

"Hello," Reid greeted, his voice meek and small.

Hotch came and took a place on the edge of the hospital bed. "I checked over your apartment."

"Why?"

"I checked it because I needed to know the true extent of how much Martin has changed your life. I walked into that place and barely found anything to tell me that you lived there. I found the bloody sheets in the laundry basket too."

Reid looked down at his hands, shame coming through him. Hotch brought out the painkillers. "These caught my eye too."

"It's not what you think," Reid whispered.

"You would never take these without a good reason, I know that. I want to hear your reasons. I've seen you suffer through anthrax without pain medication."

"Do you already know what he did?"

"Morgan called me, I needed to know."

"A-After that night, I struggled with what he did to me. Do you remember when I called in sick for a few days?"

"He hurt you the night before you called in sick, didn't he?"

"The bleeding stopped after a while, but the pain took longer to stop. He brought me back to the apartment but locked me in the bedroom. He left and went to a bar, I think he did anyway, he came back drunk later that night. While he was gone, I cried and cleaned myself up. He took my phone and laptop so I couldn't call anyone for help. I wouldn't have called after his threat. I would never forgive myself if Henry, JJ and Will got hurt because of me. The pain became too much and I found his painkillers. I took some and it helped. When he came home, smelling of alcohol, he made me do things to him. I only ever took painkillers when he would get rough and cause me a lot of pain."

"You know that I won't let you take these recklessly. You can take them, but I'll help you stay sober."

"Thank you."

"Reid, we could have protected you. One word at work and we would have arrested Martin."

"You don't know what it's like," Reid cried, his lip quivering and his hand shaking. Hotch took his hand and kept it still. "Hotch, you don't know what it's like to live in fear of someone you thought loved you. He made me so happy in the first six months of the relationship. After that night, he broke my heart and he broke something else inside of me. I can't describe it. I lived in fear of him and tried so hard not to make him angry. He would beat and rape me but I stayed because I would never forgive myself if JJ lost Henry and Will because of me. I loved Martin once but that love turned to nothing but dust when he began the abuse. I never thought he'd try to kill me."

"You know the profile of an abuser," Hotch began. "You know that continued abuse can lead to the victim being killed."

"He said he knew I didn't love him anymore and that he needed someone who would love him. He said he wanted to break up, then all I felt was pain. I was in too much pain to scream when he stabbed me the first time. I screamed the second time he stabbed me but he put his hand over my mouth to muffle it. I screamed into his hand again when he stabbed me the last time. He stroked my cheek and said that he loved me. After that, things get hazy. Hotch, he's going to finish what he started. He's going to kill me."

"Calm down," Hotch tried to soothe. "He's not going to hurt you again. I promise you that we'll keep you safe."

Reid shook his head and continued to cry. "He always gets his way."

"Not this time."

Opening his eyes, he frowned when he found blood over his hand, dripping through his fingers. He looked to the floor and gasped in horror. Henry was now covered in blood, his chest still and his eyes cold and dead. JJ and Will laid next to him, blood all over their bodies, JJ's hair no longer blond but streaked with crimson.

"They died because of you," Martin said next to him. He screamed as Martin climbed on top of him with a bloody knife in his hand. Martin raised the knife and brought it into his stomach over and over. Reid screeched as the knife ripped through him.

Morgan rushed to the bed as he watched Reid thrash around violently, the heart monitor beeping frantically. Garcia had rushed out of the room to get help.

"Kid, wake up! Reid, wake up!"

Reid's eyes whipped open, they searched the room and looked at Morgan. His eyes were wide and frightened. "Martin, I'm sorry. Please, don't hurt me."

"It's Morgan. Martin isn't here, you're safe."

Morgan watched as Reid eyes fluttered shut and as his body stopped thrashing. Dr Quinn rushed in and began to check Reid's stitches. Stumbling back, Morgan clenched his fist. Garcia came over and put her hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"He thought I was Martin. I'm scaring him. Martin is going to pay!"

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