It was that night. Hours after Harvey left and decided that I should leave.

I pressed my bare feet against the floor, which made me wince a little, since it was so cold. Hospitals were always like that I guess. And I'm glad that I haven't been here in a while.

I notice a box on the table next to me and lifted off the lid. Inside was a note.

Amelia. I did the honor of getting you a little something. I heard you passed out. You know I know your size. Enjoy. -D

Removing the tissue paper, I lift out a dark blue dress and realise that my other clothes weren't in the room. So, I technically had no choice but to wear this stupid trick of a gift from Dylan. I knew what fucking game he was playing. 

And I thought I was safer in a hospital. 

Yet, he could just walk in and take my clothes. The bastard.

I changed into it and smoothed down the sides, staring at my eyes as they welled up with tears. Wiping them in a rush, I grabbed my bag from the room and as I walked to the door, I bumped into the doctor. 

"Ms Steele. You should be in bed." I sighed.

"I'm leaving Doctor." Knocking my shoulder against his, I tried avoid further eye contact with him. But I felt his hand grab my shoulder - not in an aggressive way per say. 

"Ms Steele. Please." His tone was soft, and I closed my eyes for a moment - tears filling up under my eyelids. "You never came back." I gasped quietly and turned around. 

"What?" I said, confused, but also surprised

"After his death..." Shaking my head, I dropped my head. "After your miscar-" 

"Don't." I said firmly, and he nodded with acknowledgment. "I never-" My voice cracked and I pause. "I have to leave. Thank you for your advice but-"

"At least let me give you some medication to help with the way your feeling. And even a number you can contact to..." I could tell he was trying to speculate on the next word that would come out of this mouth - purely for the reason not to offend me. "... get some help." I sighed, nodding. "Thank you. I'll be right back." I waited for him to move our of my view, or even just run his back away - and then I could make my move. 

It happened, and I quickly rushed out of the doors and was suddenly met with rain. To shield myself just a little I lifted my purse over my head and rushed down the street. 

I can across a bar and walked in, my bag falling to my side, as I brushed down my clothes. 

It smelt strongly of alcohol and I noticed people staring at me as I slowly made my way to the counter and sat on the bar stool. I was sticking out like a sore thumb - conscious about every move I made - and it made my skin crawl. 

My eyes darted back and forth to make sure that Dylan wasn't here - although this wasn't his kind of place.

And it certainly wasn't mine.

Closing my eyes, I dropped my head for a moment.

"What can I get ya?" I looked up a little, noticing that the bartender had his top two buttons open and a necklace hung around his neck. 

Then, I made eye contact. "Actually, I think I know what drink you'd like..." I didn't say a word and kept looking around as he fumbled to make my drink. "Here." He placed it in front of me and I took a gulp. 

"It's just a gin and tonic." I frown. 

"Am I right though?" He leans forwards and I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. 

"Not really..." Shaking his head, he laughs. "Good try though."

"What would you like then?" 

"I want shots... lots of shots." 

Right now yeah. I wanted to drink my pain away. 

He placed three shots in front of me and in three seconds, all of them were gone. "Keep them coming..." Smiling, he poured more vodka into shots as combed my hair with my fingers. I pull out some money and place it onto the counter.

"You know how to hold you drink, don't you sweetheart?" Placing the bottle under the bar, he placed his hand over mine and I gasped. 

I suddenly felt a little warm inside. Crap, I was drunk. Well, just a little, since I felt like I wanted to go at it in the store room. "Ah... You're really trying aren't you..." I narrowed my eyes and waited for him to give me his name.

"Alec."

"..Alec..." Alec moved towards me a little more and I caught his eyes wonder over my lips. "Screw it!" I aggressively grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards me. Our lips crashes onto each other's and he placed his hand onto my cheek. Our tongues played as we kissed and this felt right.

Just for a minute. 

But then, I felt sick. 

I pulled away and grabbed my purse, and rushed outside - I pumped out my stomach in the street and I began to shake. 

What if Dylan saw me right now? Alec could have been working for him all along and he could use this to his advantage?

I quickly hailed a cab and we pulled up outside my flat. I opened the door and threw my keys onto the table. 

As I pushed my door closed, I felt a hand cover my mouth.

"Hello, dear wife..." My breathing quickened. I knew it was him. "How nice of you to come home." But, bubbling beneath me, was years of anger. I pushed my elbow into his ribs hard and he let out a hard cough as I turned to face him. "That was fucking.... that hurt..." I slowly backed away from him, wondering what I could arm myself with. The only think that dawned on me was a knife in my kitchen beside me. 

I waited for him to divert his gaze from me and sprinted towards the kitchen - but I wasn't fast enough, he tackled me to the ground and rolled me over, clutching my hair tight. "You can't fucking run..." Smacking my head into the floorboards, he spun me around and tied my hands with some rope he'd pulled out of his pocket. 

Dylan rushed to throw his jacket across the floor. He let out a long sigh.

I clenched my jaw and he grabbed my face. I was still weak, and I couldn't do anything. I could taste my blood in my mouth.

Out of the blue, I found the strength to knee him in the crotch and he rolled to the side, screaming. "AMY! I WILL RIP YOU APART!" 

I scrambled to the door and opened it - it was already too hard with rope tied around my wrists, but I bit the end and pulled myself free of them. 

All I could think about, was to run. Run far away from him. I had no-one to run too. 

I could only think of one person who could help.

After twenty minutes, I was at their door. I knocked and wrapped my arms around myself, cold and wet, and tears rolling down my cheeks.

The door opened and I struggled to say these words, however, somehow I did.

"I need your help Harvey... Please..."

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