Disclaimer: I don't own any of the WTR characters, locations, or scenes from the show. I own the characters, locations, and events that I made up. I also own this story.
Author's Note: In the DVDs of Season 1/2, in the second episode "Borderline" there is an extended scene that was cut from reruns (I don't know if it was there when it first aired, I was only 2), but in this extended scene, Alex mentions an ex-husband who almost choked her to death. I always felt like that writers could have done so much with this one piece of information, and alas, they never did.
Story is rated T because of the first chapter, but I felt it was necessary for later chapters, you'll understand.
Also, the events in this story are NOT meant to cause controversy, they simply play out the way they do in order to get you to the ending I dream about every single night, no joke. So please, no hate mail about what characters say/do/act, you'll understand in time. It's just a story.
Chapter 1: The Beginning
"I do," stated the handsome groom as he slipped the wedding ring onto this bride's hand.
"I do," replied the lovely blonde, quickly slipping the ring onto this hand.
It had started as a whirlwind romance, but they knew they were right for each other from the very beginning. The tall cop and the beautiful lawyer-to-be were a perfect match, and their friends and family were completely thrilled when they made it official.
He spent his days putting criminals behind bars and she spent her nights studying, always trying to stay ahead.
They had the absolutely perfect marriage, so at least it appeared that way to the outside world.
The tall blonde was late to class one day, and her professor had pulled her aside afterwards.
"Is everything okay," the older man with shiny gray hair had questioned her.
"Everything is fine," she quickly replied, heading for the door.
He caught her by the arm.
She quickly held in the scream that threatened to escape.
Concern crossed the man's face. "I'm worried about you dear. You're never late and you've always done exceptionally well in class, but your grades are slipped. I know you're a newlywed, but you have to focus if you don't want to throw away your career. You could have your pick of jobs when you graduate school, but you still have two years left. Please, don't throw it all away now."
She stood there, unable to move. "I understand," she finally said. "I'm going to catch back up, I've just been really busy and tired lately. I promise, I'll do better."
She fled the classroom and headed straight for the bathroom.
Her professor had caught her on her bad arm.
She quickly locked herself in the bathroom and yanked her shirt off.
Her black and blue arm still very much swollen.
She quickly checked her other new injuries before concluding that she was okay.
This beating had not been as bad as the last one.
She had already had the papers drawn up, and now, it was time to end it.
She just had to gain the nerve to do.
Later that night, she arrived home, quickly making dinner, and setting the table before he arrived.
He slammed the door shut as entered the apartment.
"Why are you still dressed?" he yelled, quickly making his way across the room to where she stood.
He grabbed her by the throat.
"I think I made myself perfectly clear last week, when I arrive home, I except you to be naked and ready to play, every single day."
He ripped her clothes off with one hand, the other hand still tightly wrapped around her throat.
"Do you understand me?" he asked, squeezing her neck tighter as she gasped for air.
She nodded her head.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't hear you, what did you say?"
"Yes," she barely whispered.
He squeezed again, the woman now trying a slight shade of blue. She kicked and hit at him, trying to break free.
The man just laughed. "That's the way you want to play tonight, well, two can play that game."
He let go of her throat and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her across the room to their bedroom.
Handcuffing her to the bed, he worked quickly to gain control of her feet as she continued to kick at him.
He underdressed before quickly entering her, grabbing a pillow and slamming it down on her face in the process. He held it there.
He had learned how long the pretty blonde could go without air, and as he sank into her, he enjoyed listening to her screams.
He removed the pillow from her face, just as he once again sank even further in.
"Understand me now?"
"Yes," she said, still trying to catch her breath.
He exited quickly.
He finally untied her.
"Get dressed," he demanded.
She quickly dressed and then ran to the bathroom.
The papers were hidden there.
She calmed herself down before getting her nerve up.
Making her way to stand near the front door, she finally handed them to him.
"What are these?" he asked, looking over the papers she had just handed him.
"Read them! They're divorce papers! I want out of this marriage!" she declared, watching as his eyes screened through the document.
"Why?" he questioned, almost clueless.
She backed up. "I'm tired of the abuse. I'm tired of you hitting me. We aren't in love anymore."
"But I love you. I'm sorry I hit you. Please, don't leave me."
She shook her head. "If you love me, you'll give me what I want, please."
His eyes grew big.
Fear crept up her spine.
She backed away from him.
He came toward her.
She backed further away, coming into contact with the wall.
He approached her, letting his hands run down her body.
Tears began to fall down her face.
"Don't you love me anymore?" he asked her.
She nodded her head, "I love you, but I can't take the abuse."
"I won't hurt you anymore."
She shook her head.
Fire grew behind his eyes.
She was scared.
"Let me love you."
His demeanor had just changed from the monster that had entered the house hours before.
She held her ground.
"No!" she declared.
Rage came through his every pore as his fingernails dug into her arms.
"You're scaring me," came her weak voice.
"I said I wanted to make love to you like we just did."
"And I said I didn't want you to have sex with me again tonight."
He slapped her across the face.
Her head hit the wall.
"I'm going to make love to you whether you like it or not."
He slammed her head against the wall.
Her world went dark.
She woke to find herself tied to the bed once again, this time, face down.
The young woman pulled at her restraints.
She cried out in pain as the ropes burned her skin, each attempt to break free fertile.
"Let me go!" she cried.
She felt his fist connect with her back.
She cried out in pain as he continued.
Her breathing quickened when she felt his hands running down her back before they made their way to her hair.
He pulled her hair, forcing her to lean her head back to see him.
She felt him put his full weight on her.
"Scream, yell, or cry and I'll kill you," he said matter-of-factly as he shoved her head into the pillow.
He leaned down, "Do you understand?" he asked, as both hands held her face firmly on the pillow.
She struggled to breathe as she tried to nod her head.
"I don't hear you," he said, laughing as he watched her struggling for air.
"Yes," she finally managed to get out.
He let go of her hair.
She felt his hands reaching around the front of her blouse.
He slowly unbuttoned it, and then began work on her jeans.
She held her legs together as tight as she could.
She heard him taking off his pants before he came to rest on her back once more.
"Open your legs," he stated.
The woman remained laying on the bed, unwilling to open her legs.
"I said, open your legs," he stated again.
Again, she refused.
"Don't make me force you."
"Please. Don't hurt me. Don't do this to me. Don't make me let you have sex with me. I thought you still loved me," she begged with him.
"It's not sex, it's love. I want to make love to my wife. What is wrong with that?"
"I'm not your wife. I'm sorry for hurting you. I can't do this anymore."
She felt the weight lifting from her back as she turned her head to see that he had stood.
Relief washed over her, hoping that he had decided to let her go.
She glanced as he saw him return with a needle.
"What's in the needle?"
He approached her, sticking the needle in her leg.
She felt it go numb.
She watched as he moved to the other side, "No!" she called out.
She felt the needle enter her leg as it went numb.
The woman was powerless below her thighs, unable to stop the man as he opened her legs and quickly entered.
She lay there biting her lip as she tried not to scream or cry, fearing her life.
Everything he did to her, she felt as he quicken the pace.
Tears began to run down her face and he grew rougher and rougher, entering and exiting quickly.
She felt him turning her body as he quickly fixed the hands, tying them to the opposite side of the bed and pulling the ropes tighter.
"You've been crying," he stated as he punched her in the face, hitting her square in the eye.
He punched her in the mouth, "Don't lie," he said as he leaned down to lick the blood off her mouth.
She held back tears as she felt him enter again, this time, staying inside her as he took the time to explore the rest of her body.
She laid there for hours as he continued, as she prayed it would soon be over.
She felt him stick the needle into her arms as they too went numb.
He untied her arms as he left himself inside her.
Easily, he lifted her off the bed.
She felt the pressure rising inside her, as his manhood stayed firmly inside her, with no sign of exiting anytime soon.
She found herself on the living room floor, where he finished.
He got up and went to the bedroom, dressing.
"You can have your divorce, but I'll be back," he said, shutting the door with a slam.
She lay in the middle of the living room, completely naked, as she tried to move but found herself unable to, her arms and legs still numb.
She considered yelling for help, but was fearful that he would hear her.
Instead, she lay there for several hours, waiting for the feeling to come back.
It wasn't coming back.
"Help!" she finally yelled, several hours later.
She heard the door opening as her eyes grew big when he reappeared.
"I told you not to yell!" he said, once again removing his pants and he plunged into her once more.
She lay there as he hit her over and over, as he stayed within her.
When he was finished beating her, he lay onto top of her, as she felt the pressure within her grow.
She shifted uncomfortably below him.
He felt it.
"What's wrong?" he questioned, "Why are you moving? Did I tell you it was your turn to pick the position?"
"I'm sorry," she began, trying not to cry. "Please, if you care for me at all, you'll get off me and let my body heal for a moment."
"I don't care about you! Did you care about me when you told me you wanted a divorce? I was almost done with you, but I think you can handle it just a little longer."
"Please. May I at least go to the bathroom? Maybe get some water?"
He easily lifted her from the floor.
He carried her to the kitchen.
She found herself sitting on counter, as he reached around her for a cup.
He picked her back up and sat her by the sink, filling up the cup with water.
The cup was held up to her mouth as he poured it.
She drank quickly, grateful he was allowing her it.
Looking him in the eyes, she begged, "Please, withdraw from me so I can use the restroom. I can't go anywhere without you, I can't move. Please."
He nodded, as he pulled back.
He carried her to the bathroom.
She quickly used the restroom as she glanced down and noticed she was bleeding.
He picked her up and placed her in the shower with him as he entered once more.
"I'm bleeding," she stated.
"I don't care. You're still my wife for now. I do with you what I want."
She breathed deeply, once again letting him do what he pleased.
When he was finished with the shower, he carried her out, laying her on the bathroom floor.
"Let's try something new," he said as he pulled her with him through the bathroom door and back into the living room.
Her back burned as it met the carpet.
"Lay still and it won't hurt," he smirked, "much."
She did as he was told.
He left several hours later.
This time, she stayed still.
She wasn't willing to risk him coming back.
Finally, she felt the feeling coming back to her legs.
Her eyes glanced up when she heard the door opening.
She tried to stand, but found it useless.
Fear grew inside her.
"Hello?" called a voice she did not recognize.
"Hello?" she fearfully answered.
A young man rushed over to her.
He looked her up and down as he tried to take in the sight of her battered body.
"Ma'am, I'm with the police department, I'm here to help you. Your neighbors said they heard you scream a couple times."
"I can't move my arms and legs."
He began to place a blanket over her.
"Don't!" she yelled.
He looked confused.
"I'm evidence. Don't touch me or put anything over me. He's not getting away with this one."
The officer nodded.
Within minutes the ambulance had arrived.
"I don't want to be moved until pictures are taken."
"Ma'am, you have to be treated."
She calmly looked at them. "I was assaulted, sexually."
"We're taking you to the hospital."
"He could get away with it if you don't get the evidence," she cried. "No! I won't let him get away with it again!"
The young officer who found her looked her in the eyes. "Ma'am, I promise you, he's not going to get away with doing this to you. You have my word."
The man seemed to calm her down.
She was loaded up into the ambulance as her eyes caught the man's again.
"Officer, will you ride with me?"
He nodded as he got in along side her.
Once she was settled at the hospital, the S.A. kit was performed and she was questioned by the police.
She told them everything she could remember as they took pictures and collected evidence.
The officer came to see her every day.
He calmed her fears about what would happen and shared the news that the man was caught.
She cried when she found out.
He offered to stay with her for a few days once she was released.
At first, she was going to decline, but realized it would be hard to get back to a normal life without any family or close friends nearby.
Days turned to weeks at the trial came closer and closer.
The bruises were healing.
The young officer still called and checked on her regularly.
He had told her that she could call him for anything.
She took him up on that offer one day.
Telling him what she needed, he arrived at her doorstep.
"Thanks," she said as she rushed into the bathroom.
He knocked on the bathroom door, "Do you want me to stay?"
"No," she spoke up, "I have to do this on my own."
"Remember, you can call me."
She sat on the edge of the bath tub as she heard the door shut.
The test was firmly in her hands as her eyes stayed glued to it.
The double lines appeared as she started to cry.
Hours passed as the double lines refused to go away.
She had no idea how this could happen.
When she had missed her period the previous month, she assumed it was from all the stress she was under after the rape.
Now she knew the truth.
She was pregnant.
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