Skyler had offered to walk her to his house last night after her little traumatic incident?wasn?t everything with this chick traumatic lately?at the Inn. She tried not to sound too eager but the offer was gratefully accepted; she knew what came to her in the night when she was feeling sad, distressed, and vulnerable and she hated to face it alone. Even the combination of different alcohols running through her system would not allow her to sleep soundly.
Rather, she slept fitfully when the sandman came, tossing and turning at times in a futile struggle. More often than not, her body was still but her face was contorted in a slideshow of emotions: anger, hurt, fear, sadness, pain.
She saw a montage in her dreams.
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Rough hands touching her against her will, a harsh voice in her ear coaxing her to behave?to prove her love.
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A girlishly high-pitched voice that couldn?t be mistaken as anyone but a younger version of hers stuttering over, ?I think I?m pregnant.?
The rage clearly seen on her partner?s face, the ghost of remembered physical pain, and the yelling, ?Did you think I was going to be happy about this??
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Tass?s voice rumbling in her ears, ?That is enough,? and the awareness that someone was trying to detain her from leaving against her will.
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Robin, circling her and grinning as if he enjoyed this, ?I thought you would come easily Jewell, but I see that you?re going to make this hard on yourself.?
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?I really hate to do this to you dear, but you?ve brought it upon yourself,? Robin smirks to her over the table.
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Speaking on the porch of the Red Dragon Inn to Skyler, ?I invite it, I always do.?
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Her form crashing through trees and underbrush, running away from someone and yelling out over her shoulder, ?Never! I?m never coming back!?
?You dumb whore! I said get back here now,? a man?s voice roaring behind her, hands reaching out to grab her and just missing.
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Entering her dark bedroom only to have a hand clamp around her throat and lift her up. ?You ran off on me Jewell-dear, that was not.very.nice,? as those last three words are uttered the hand gets even tighter, completely cutting off her oxygen supply.
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?Did you think you could just ignore me all night and get away with it?? He asks from the darkness of her bedroom, a whole other galaxy away.
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Laying on the ground, holding her already swelling cheek, ?You?ve brought this upon yourself, you know.?
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A backhanded slap that brings her to the ground, stars erupting before her eyes. A man?s form, a familiar form, straddling her and pinning her hands above her head. The smell of alcohol filters down, ?That was a stupid thing to do Jewell, a very stupid thing to do.?
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?You?ve brought it upon yourself.? She watches herself in a mirror, a sneering face appearing over her shoulder, a face she has seen fallen asleep in death over two years ago. ?You invite it, you really do. That man would have never even spoken to you if you weren?t dressed like a slut, a common pirate wench?was it? It?s the same every time.? He lowers his mouth to her ear and she tenses, ?And you like it, you want it.?