A/N: Hi.

I'm not sure if I updated last week. If its any consolation, I was very busy at the time.

Here's the new chapter, and I think I made this one a bit darker than the fluff you've all come to know. There is a bit of swearing. You have been warned.

On a further note, I am going on vacation (to Japhan *wink wink*) next week, so I will try get this next one up on Sunday, so I can update the chapter after from my hotel room (free Wi-Fi FTW!).

I will be gone for like 5 weeks but fear not, because they have the slowest broadband connection in the universe, no Wi-Fi so I have to update manually, and nothing to do since I own no 'winter clothes'.

How can I help the fact that it's just sunshine and rain here? I want to move to England (London probs) cause then I don't have the sun constantly, and then the whole country is about as obsessed with Doctor Who and Sherlock as me! (Plus, British accents are cute.)

In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have been so eager for that coffee or for the movie.

I am so eager to go home that I nearly run over some pedestrians in my haste to get back.

We'd just been at Barry's house, and the intended less-than-five minute stay turned into an hour as we played some video games. Now, we had the movie, plus some games to play on my Xbox.

To be honest, I hope Ronnie did not trash the house.

I feel like I did when Ronnie and I started dating. I know I've thought that, but I feel those tingles.

Again.

"Hey," Barry says. In the past hour and a half, we talked a lot as well, and found out some more about each other.

We had both put our numbers into each other's phones, and had taken some selfies together to use as profile pictures.

"Hi," I said back. We hadn't stoppped holding hands, so I squeezed his.

We were nearly at my place, and we didn't live that far apart, but traffic was slow because of the people coming back from their work shifts.

"So, what should we do first?"

"I don't know. Watch your movie first?"

"What about yours?"

"I think my movie sucks. So you're stuck with no choice."

"Fine then."

"I have popcorn, mini marshmallows and chocolate."

He stares at me for a second as I turn onto my street. "Marry me."

"I only just met you," I smirk, as I park the car.

He doesn't look deterred. "And in the time frame of nearly two hours, we've gone on a date, you've been to my house and played video games with me, and invited me back to yours." He smiles.

I get out of the car. "Hold on." I pretend to be thinking really hard about something until Barry asks me what's up.

"I have work tomorrow and the day after, but maybe after that? It might take some time, cause I haven't even met your parents yet, nor have you officially asked me to be your girlfriend," "Yet. I haven't asked you yet."

I stare at him in surprise.

To cover for my awkwardness, I fumble for my keys in my purse. I put the correct one in the lock and jiggle it until it opens.

"Well, do. If this becomes 'Over Her Dead Body' and you turn out to be the 'gay-not-gay' friend I will move away."

He laughs a little bit, and I internally shake my fist in victory.

Then the door to the dining room bursts open, and there's Ronnie in a mad rage. I put my arms out to keep Barry behind me.

"You b****! You c***-slut! You wh***!" He starts. "I've been waiting here for over two hours, and I have not had any dinner, while you go and flirt with the first available person around?"

I stand there and silently take it.

"What happened to that s*** about us being soulmates, eh wh***? Did you have to get on your knees and beg him and sob until he'd go out with you? You're pathetic. Of course he's never gonna want you. You can come back to me right now. Before you screw yourself over with a man who only wants a one-night-stand, not a train wreck-"

I slap him.

"STOP. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CHEATED ON ME. GET THE F*** OUT OF MY HOUSE. WHAT I WANT TO KNOW IS WHY. WHY WOULD YOU CHEAT ON ME WITH SOME OTHER GIRL? YOU'RE MY SOULMATE, RONNIE. YOU'RE MY SOULMATE. DO THOSE WORDS ON YOUR BACK MEAN NOTHING? YOU'RE MY SOULMATE. BUT YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH SOME BLONDE CHICK. WAS I NOT KIND OR CARING ENOUGH? DID I NOT PUT MYSELF OUT THERE ENOUGH? WHY COULD YOU NOT HAVE TALKED TO ME ABOUT THIS? YOU'RE MY SOUL-"

Crack. I fall backwards, but Barry catches me.

Ronnie just punched me in the face.

I sit down cross-legged on the cold floor as he leers over me.

"I'm not your soulmate Caitlin. I lied. Don't you get it? The words on my back have nothing to do with what you said. I LIED. And I scammed you for such a long time-"

Barry finally speaks up.

"Get out of her house."

"Or what, mother****er?" He kicks me in the stomach, which keels me over.

"Or you'll face the consequences."

"OOH! I'm so scared." He stomps hard on my vulnerable back, which cracks and leaves me sprawled on the floor.

He pulls me up by the face and slaps me, hard, one last time.

Barry charges.

He batters Ronnie. He smashes him.

Ronnie's left alive, but we duct-tape him into the wardrobe in my room. He's unconscious though.

We call the police, and then Barry calls an ambulance for me. He hasn't got a single mark on him. Well, a red patch on his face where Ronnie weakly attempted to hit him in the Barry-nado.

Barry handles most of it. I'm in too much pain to care.

I'm treated at the scene. I try to downplay my pain because I hate hospitals, which leaves me feeling even more sore.

Ronnie's carted out of my room and into the back of the police car. He'll be treated before he goes to court, they tell me.

In the end, I lie down on the couch whil Barry chats to a bunch of police officers. Most of them seem to be congratulating him. For what, I don't know.

Barry talks to this one guy before bringing him over to meet me. This guy has a badge, but is not dressed in the officer uniform. I gather that this is a detective. Possibly Joe, since he's the only one Barry mentioned, in passing.

"Caitlin, I'd like you to meet Joe. Joe, meet Caitlin. Joe's my adopted dad. Caitlin's my soulmate."

I weakly smile and say hello.

Joe beams at me. He's quite intimidating, but the phrase 'gentle giant' runs through my head a couple times while he chats to me.

"Barry, take the rest of the week off. You take care of her."

Barry thanks him, and Joe says goodbye to me, and adds that ice is a helpful tip.

I had some on my stomach, but I didn't want to put it anywhere else.

Eventually all of the people leave, except Barry.

"Hey Cait." I raise my eyebrows at his new nickname for me. "How you holding up?"

"Not well. The painkillers are a dud."

"You want to watch that movie now?"

"The movie sounds nice." I lay my head down.

A/N: Here ya go.

I have little enthusiasm as I have to go to a sleepover party (eek) and I'm pretty sure half the girls hate me.

Yipee.