"There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution."

The picture of Dorian Gray. Oscar Wilde.
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This chapter contains sceneces with strong adult language and violence content somewhat explicit.
The following scenes are fictional and
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The clouds were piled up above the city like the thickest dusky duvet.

Thin raindrops were slamming and resting finally over the screen of her wine colour Landrover as she took a glance at the main door, preceded by a small dying garden and a metal fence. The lights seemed to be shut and the silence indicated he was gone. She prayed he had forgotten about the dinner and she hoped to have enough time to take a shower and leave to wherever Jorah and Klein were planning to meet. She had few things about the torso she wanted to share, but the true reason she wanted to be there and not around Robert was pure fear.

The beatings had started shortly after that incident. She didn't know why did she let him do that, but she knew he hated her for what she did, and she felt like she deserved it.

It was some sort of silent confession, letting him strike his anger over her milky flesh and turn it into wide purplish bruises. The physical ache she was holding wasn't as big as the one she held with her soul. The bruises might heal and somewhat disappear, but the burning sting that pierced her chest every time she thought of the past-what she had done- was as curable as a chronicle disease.

The door slammed shut behind her, as her black hills stepped on the granite tiles at the entrance. A vibration in her pocket announced an incoming phone call. Jorah.

"Hey there!" She said with a fake cheerful tone.

She was convinced no one was able to read behind her facade. If only Jorah knew about what was going on in her life she knew Robert would be a dead man, and Jorah would be in trouble because of that. Because of her. They had been not only partners but also friends for many years, back then when she was at the med school and he was a newbie cop under her father's command. She knew well the kind of man Jorah had become and how hard it was for him to deal with stressful situations, even though he was mentally qualified for his job, the personal events were quite different for him.

"Hey, gorgeous." She blushed at his warm coloured voice. "Can you come over to my place? Klein is here and Bellamy and I are making some grilled stuff. When I say Bellamy and I, you know I mean only me. Hehehe the kid is as useful as Klein is. They seem to be getting along better than they should after the trip to Leeds."

"Sounds like you're having some fun there without me. I will take a shower and get changed. I have just arrived home. I'll be there really soon. I have some things on the body from Leeds. I'm not sure if any of it is actually helpful, but who knows?!"

"Whatever you got is something we must know. So please hurry up and join us. Besides, there's something I want to do tonight. Something that I need to say...."

"Alright I-"

The phone was ripped off from her hand and tossed on the floor in a loud clatter. Gibbs knew who was it before she even processed the visual information she got after turning her back.

Robert.

She wailed and jumped back instinctively, holding a defensive position, and slowly stepping back to the house.

"What was that Robert?"

Her hands were shaky as every time she was in front of him, or on the phone talking to him, or simply thinking of him. It was a terror beyond description. Her heart felt like a loose rock bouncing freely on her ribcage, smashing painfully against every organ she possessed. The man in front of her wasn't the Robert she had known once and loved madly. He looked the same, tall and broad, tanned and brunette. His eyes were the same bright olive she remembered from the first day, but their glare was so dark, so obscure, like lifeless; as looking inside a doll.

"Were you planning to go out without letting me know, Cherry?"

His voice was covered with a monotonous veil, tremulous and drunk. Alcohol smell came out of him as smoke out of a chimney.

"I have to work, Robert."

Her words were short and frightened. She couldn't be more terrified, frozen or helpless. She already looked like a beaten little animal. Her eyes were already consumed in sorrow.

"Work? Haven't you just arrived from work?"

"I have to go again."

"You know you're lying. Why do you lie to me Cherry? You always lie. You're...You're such a terrible liar Cherry."

"I am not lying. I have a work meeting. Is urgent, I have to go."

He kept walking towards her fragile silhouette, and she continued stepping back. Before she realised, she was in her small living room, and Robert was locking the door behind him.

"You don't have to go."

"I do, what are you doing?"

"No, you don't. You know you don't. You just want to. You pretend work is more important. You play to be the selfless hard-working mother, but you're not. That's your facade Cherry. But I can see through it. You want to go. You need to go. Why Cherry? Why do you need to go?"

Her back was resting now against the cream pink wall that separated the small room from the kitchen. Her arms hugging herself, almost protecting her from his words.

"I don't need to go. I have to. This is my job, Robert."

She was sobbing as she spoke, and her sobs seemed to make Robert's expression even more upset.

"Oh Cherry. You NEED TO GO. Because you want to see him. Are you going to fuck him tonight? Are you going to have fun with the policeman?"

"Stop Robert."

"Are you going to take off his uniform in his office desk and show him your big tits?

"Stop please!"

"Are you going to suck his big white dick? Will you swallow his cum? I bet you will you're such a whore. A disgusting, filthy, murderer whore."

He grabbed her hair with a hand and almost ripped it off from her skull, pulling her closer, brushing the tip of her nose with his breathe. She cried and screamed like a child would. Then he pushed her against the wall again.

"Stop, this is not you."

"Oh yes, babe. You're going to have fun. So much fun. Just like the fun you were having when Helena killed herself. When she sank in the tub and she called you and you never picked up Cherry!!!"

His words were nailing on her skin like a thousand knives. The memories relieving over and over in her head, hurting her more than the punches he would give her.

"She called you Cherry! She wanted her mama, and her mama wasn't there. What were you doing Cherry?? What were you doing?"

"I was working!!" She yelled walking towards him. Her face already swollen and soaked in tears, was fearless for a moment.

"No, you were not working. You were fucking him Cherry!! You were sucking his dick and pulling his hair just like you did to me. You were having fun while your daughter needed you!! I was working and you were having fun!!!"

"STOP"

Her hand crashed against his left cheek. He didn't move for a moment.
Suddenly the silence filled again the room. She stepped back, wanting to pass through the kitchen wall like a ghost. Wanting to disappear. It has been the first time. It was going to be the last one.

His hand came forward in a fist form, so painfully cutting her cheek flesh and numbing her jaw, even dropping lose some teeth. Her senses became completely numb as her body swung in pain. She was going to breathe but he stroke again, this time it was so strong she fell on the floor like boneless. Her nose making a river of crimson.

"HOW DARE YOU?!"

He spat over her and smashed his boot against her ribs. She moaned painfully and sobbed, but she didn't fight back, she didn't even cover herself from his brutal attack. She wanted to die, to finish it all. To put an end to the endless suffering, to the guilt, to the pain.

Yes, he should've killed her sooner.

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A/N: aww what is going on here??!! That bastard is going to kill our sweet Gibbs. Is anyone going to stop him or will he just kill her. Keep reading to find out more.
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