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Hayley lay in the bed next to Brennan, unable to sleep. She kept going over the evenings events again and again in her mind. She had been very nervous about sleeping with him. She didn’t want him to think she was easy. Of course maybe she was considering how long she had known him. She decided to think about something else, no longer wishing to contemplate how whorish she was.

It really had been a good experience, all things considered, way better than any before. Of course that was considering the fact that her first time had involved searing pain and embarrassment, and the second time she was way too drunk to remember really how it felt. But unlike before, with Brennan it was something special. It didn’t feel like he was just using her body, but there was a connection on a deeper level than just the physical. She felt a tug in her chest as a sense of contentment overcame her. For the first time in what felt like forever she dared to hope that perhaps luck had begun to show its shining face in her direction. After the stress, anger, and confusion of the past seven months it was a welcome relief.

If felt too weird lying in the bed unclothed; she wasn’t used to it. She felt the need to get up and do something, but wasn’t sure exactly what. Then she remembered what she had been intending to do before Brennan had distracted her: take a shower. She got up, collected all their clothes, and brought them into the bathroom with her.

She turned the hot water knob on the sink, letting the water run to heat up, as she organized their clothing. Her jacket, she hung up on the peg on the back of the door, but the rest of her clothes including Brennan’s shirt and pants got dumped into the tiny sink. She saturated the clothes with the steaming hot water then grabbed the small bar of soap and scrubbed for several minutes, letting the suds build up in each garment. Then she proceeded to rinse them for several minutes. She turned off the water and squeezed the excess liquid out and hung up her shirt and pants on the towel bar. The rest of her and Brennan’s clothes wouldn’t fit, so she draped them over the side of the sink.

Having finished her laundry, she set her mind on cleansing her body from the week’s filth. Turning on the hot water, she stepped into the shower the warm water spilling through her hair and down the length of her body, causing her to sigh in contentment. After a few minutes of standing in the relaxing heat, she poked out her head to search for some complimentary shampoo, but there was none to be found. Feeling the intense need to wash the greasy feeling from her hair, she reached for the soap and began to lather it up in her hands, then began massaging it into her scalp and through her dark locks of hair. She then retrieved a hand towel from the rack and scrubbed the dirt and sweat from her body.

After rinsing the suds off her hair and body, she continued to stand in the cascading water’s flow, enjoying a few minutes of luxury. Under different circumstances she probably would have felt very uneasy about the general lack of cleanliness of the bathroom and using brand ‘x’ soap, but after all that she had been through, and the fact that she hadn’t had the chance to wash more than her hands and face in the past several days had a way of making everything feel just a little less grungy. She pushed open the off white shower curtain and took one of the two towels on the shelf over the towel rack. She dried off her face first, and then moved onto the rest of her body.

After she had dried herself off, she hung the towel over the shower bar, and grabbed a fresh one to wrap around her frame since her clothes were still damp. She wished she could use a blow dryer to aid in the process, but the room didn’t seem to have one. If it did it certainly wasn’t in the bathroom.

She looked over at Brennan. He looked so peaceful lying there on the bed, all the stress of the last few days invisible in the smooth curves of his face. She stifled the impulse to run her hand slowly against his cheek; he looked so handsome just then.

He shifted in his sleep and his hand wandered over to her side of the bed. He draped his hand across her waist, a smile still faintly playing at his lips as he fell back into a deep sleep. She lay next to him for about ten more minutes until she got bored. She glanced at the clock on the night stand. It read 8:34 in bold red numbers. She had been lying here for an hour now and still couldn’t sleep.

She got up and went into the bathroom. She checked her clothes to see if they had dried, but everything still felt a little damp with the exception of her bra, which had dried more quickly thanks to the lighter fabric. Feeling the need to wear some kind of clothing, she grabbed her bra from the rack and snapped it onto her person. She decided to wear her underwear whether it was dry or not and grabbed it from the towel bar. The fabric felt barely damp, anyway. Good enough. She thought as she stepped into her blue thongs pulling them up snug against her skin. She ran her fingers against the front of her shirt, hoping that perhaps she had been mistaken before, but no such luck. Her hand came away wet. She walked back into the room and slipped beneath the covers, hoping the addition of some clothing to her body would improve her chances of sleeping.

She closed her eyes and tried to relax, but her mind kept returning to the events of the past few days. She felt a vague sense of tightness in her chest, and she feared she had fallen for Brennan. She shifted closer to him and rested her head on his bare shoulder. Brennan took a sharp breath in and began to mumble. She couldn’t understand what he was saying, but she found it enormously cute, and she snuggled closer to him. The baby started kicking hard, and she tensed up. Her movement stirred Brennan, and he slowly opened his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he croaked as he rubbed his eyes.

“Oh, nothing. The baby’s just kicking.” Hayley said, smiling.

“Yeah.” Brennan grinned back at her and gently placed his hand over her round abdomen. “You’re right.”

Hayley felt a surge of happiness overcome her as he continued to lightly massage her stomach. After a minute or so though, Brennan laid his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes, his hand still draped protectively across her waist. After he fell asleep, she tried to follow suit and sleep as well, but she didn’t seem to be having the same luck. Finally after at least hand an hour more of tossing and turning, Hayley managed to doze off for a little while, all thoughts of the future and any possible long-term romance momentarily stilled by the sweet escape of slumber.

Halye jolted awake, her heart suddenly racing. For a moment she forgot where she was, and groggily opened her eyes, feeling tense and out of place. She sat up her head spinning as she became oriented to the motel room and her location in it.

“Huh?” She mumbled.

Next to her Brennan had already vacated his side of the bed and was desperately looking for his shirt and pants. “Haley,” he hissed as he shoved aside a tousled blanket with one hand. “Where the hell did you put my clothes?”

“Your clothes?” Halyed asked, her mind still in that mysterious place between sleep and wakefulness. Why is Brennan acting so angry? Her mind just couldn’t seem to catch up to the present. “In the bathroom. I washed them for you.”

“Why the hell did you do that? Did I ask you to?” Brennan barked as he raced toward the bathroom.

“No. I was just trying to be nice.”

Bang, bang.

Hayley looked over at the door, finally realizing why Brennan was acting so nervous: someone was knocking on the door. She grabbed the blanket Brennan had tossed on the floor and wrapped it around her body like a toga as she made her way to the entryway.

“Hello?” Hayley asked as she cracked open the door, the security chain dangling by the door. She considered closing the door and sliding the chain in its lock before opening it again, but thought that might seem rude, and so stifled the urge.

She gazed out the door to see a tall man dressed in a blue collared shirt and black pants stood at the doorway, a serious look on his face. He had short sandy blonde hair, and skin that almost appeared translucent, it was so pale. Hayley couldn’t help but feel that there was something seriously off about the man, but couldn’t pin the feeling on any certain thing. He didn’t really look abnormal or anything. She only knew he made her feel very uneasy.

“Hello, ma’am.”

“Um…who are you? Isn’t it pretty late to be knocking on people’s doors?” Hayley decided to go for the rude direct approach. She didn’t feel like tiptoeing around with polite niceties.

“Yes it is, and I apologize. I’m the overnight desk clerk, Greg. Greg Hennan.” He offered his hand, but Hayley merely stared at him. After several awkward seconds, he dropped his hand to his side.

“You don’t look like the same man that gave us our room.” Hayley observed, still feeling a sense of suspicion.

 “I was there, I was just in the back doing paperwork. You might have noticed me; the door to the office was open. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know there are two fugitives in the area. A man and woman. I guess they killed some people over in Wilmer.”

“Oh, yeah?” Hayley made an attempt at sounding both surprised and concerned, but feared it came out more like she was just plain nervous.

“Yeah. I’ll be here for most of the night, so if you feel uneasy at all feel free to call the front desk and I can let you know if any other news turns up. Or if you just want to talk.”

“Ok.” Hayley flashed him her best fake smile.

“Who is it?” Brennan called from the bathroom, his voice tense and angry.

“Um, just the night manager. He came over to make sure we were ok, um, honey.” Hayley figured she’d add a term of endearment to make their faux marriage more believable. And hopefully calm Brennan down.

Brennan paused before answering. “Ok. I’ll be out in a minute.” He sounded a little calmer, but not by much.

“Ok. Well it was nice meeting you, but I’m headed off to bed. Thanks for the update by the way.” Hayley said.

“No problem.” Greg kept staring at her, and she couldn’t help but notice he was blatantly undressing her with his eyes. She was done talking to this creepy strange man.

“Good night.” Hayley said and started to push the door shut, but he whipped out his hand and caught his fingers in the doorway.

“Oh, and ma’am?” Greg said as she reluctantly pushed the door back open to release his fingers from the pressure of the door.

“Yes?”

He leaned his face in close to hers, a strange mix between giddiness and fear evident in his sharp eyes. “I know.”

Hayley felt an icy cold grip around her left wrist, and looked down to see his long pale fingers gripped onto her arm. She felt her chest seize up, and her heart began beating more quickly. “You know what?”

“Who you and your…honey…really are.” His face was just inches from hers, and she could smell his breath, which stank of chewing tobacco. “But don’t worry. There are ways to keep me quiet.”

“What kind of ways?”

“Oh, you’ll think of something.” He said as he slowly traced the left side of her breast and gave it a light squeeze. Hayley tried to take a step back, but his grip on her hand was like iron, and she couldn’t move more than a foot.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hayley said, her voice rising, the panic beginning to set in.

“Pity, I would have preferred you cooperative.” He asked as he leaned in to kiss her. He pressed his wet lips to hers, and Hayley gagged as he pushed his slimy tongue into her mouth. He continued to fondle her breasts as he pushed her back into the room. He quickly slammed the door shut and pushed her onto the bed, throwing the covers over her head as he did so. He then ran to the bathroom door and jammed his keys into the lock, quickly turning them to the right.

Hayley took the opportunity to sprint to the front door. She left the blanket behind, fearing it would slow her down, despite the fact that leaving it would mean her running nearly nude through a parking lot. As her hand gripped the handle, Greg gripped onto her shoulder and spun her around. She cried out in fear, losing her balance. She nearly fell to the floor, but he caught her and picked her back up. Hayley shrieked in fear and tried to push him away, but he was too strong and he held her down on the bed. He pinned her hands over her head with one hand, his body straddling hers, while his other hand began to fumble with her bra in an attempt at taking it off. Hayley began to cry as she realized she wasn’t going to get out of this.

“What the hell?” Brennan demanded as he tried in vain to get the door unlocked. “Hayley, are you okay?”

She could hear Brennan rattling on the bathroom door handle and a surge of hope ran through her. Maybe he would get out in time. “Brennan. Help—”

Greg clamped his hand down over her mouth, a flash of anger in his eyes. “Don’t you say another word or you’re dead.” He hissed. Hayley nodded, and he slowly released his hold on her mouth. “Now don’t you struggle or try anything funny, ok.”

“Ok.” She whispered.

By now Greg had unclasped her bra, the fabric lying loosely across her chest. He looked at it for several seconds before realizing he would need to release her hands in order to get it off. Not wanting to do so, as it would increase her chance of escape, he reached into his jeans and pulled out a large black pocket knife. He opened the weapon with a click, light gleaming off the blade. In a single swift movement, he deftly cut the strap off, and pushed the remaining fabric to the side. He set the knife on the bed next to her and began fumbling with the buckle on his pants.

The whole time he kept mumbling about the attractiveness of her body, and how good of a lay she was going to be. Each graphic epithet sank into Hayley’s ears, twisting and turning before settling uneasily in the pit of her stomach, leaving her feeling utterly repulsed. She just wanted to shut him up. She already knew what he was going to do; she didn’t want to hear about it as well. She tried to think about anything other than this moment in time, tried to pretend that she wasn’t trapped in a strange place being attacked by a vile man with little hope to comfort her.

Brennan continued to bang on the bathroom door as hard as he could, cursing and yelling at the top of his lungs. Greg glared at the door. “Shut the hell up, or I’ll kill her right now.” He took hold of the knife and held it to her throat, as if Brennan could be bullied into obedience by his unseen actions.

Brennan offered a loud insulting curse in response before falling silent.

“Ah, much better.” Greg set the knife back next to Hayley, and grabbed her torn bra. He tied strap to her left wrist, looped it through one of the bars on the headboard, and proceeded to tie the other strap to her right hand. He continued to undo his pants and pulled them down along with this boxers, feeling satisfied that he had sufficiently incapacitated her.

Hayley refused to look at him, not yet willing to admit the reality of the situation. She tried to remember a time when she felt completely at peace and safe. Not coming up with any specific memory began to picture in her mind a big bright white and green field of daisies, moving gently in the cool spring breeze. The radiating warmth of the sun shining down on her upturned face, a soft comforting hand in hers, the gentle touch of a lover.

“What’s with your smile? Do you think this is funny, bitch?” And with that Greg slapped her hard across the face, breaking her reverie. She opened her eyes to see his face inches from hers, unbridled rage reflected in his eyes, his rancid breath filling her nostrils with the scent.

“No.” She whispered, the tears beginning to form in her eyes again. She should have known better to believe that she could escape this. I guess I’m just destined to be used by men. I just must be that kind of girl. Maybe God is punishing me. The more the thoughts ran through her mind, the more she began to think that perhaps it was true. She didn’t deserve anything other than this anyway. The tears began to come harder, and she sobbed once, a mournful groan escaping her lips.

The whole time Greg continued to rub his hands over her body like she was some kind of sex toy, her tears seemingly not fazing him. He slid his hand down to her crotch and he slowly, agonizingly pulled her thong off the frame of her body. Now there was nothing between her and him but the space of a few inches. She cringed as she prepared for what she knew would be a very painful time once again, only this time it would last more than a couple of minutes. And the results, she knew, would be much more drastic.