Bones Fanfic Chapter 2

Chapter 2 : Secret No More

I sat at my desk, a few lights outside the office and one bureau lamp illuming the files I was ordering.
It was late , 10:30 PM I noticed as I looked on my watch and I was tired, getting up I stretched the kinks out my muscles, wincing in pain as I remembered the bruise.
Or bruises to be exact, not so long ago , two weeks I think , Patrick hit me with as result a bleeding and open lip.
He told me it was a single slip, and I believed him.

But the rage came back and the beating and insulting became more frequent.
Three days ago he'd acted stressed and when I asked it something was up he replied that I should keep my big mouth shut and mind my own fucking business, I told him to simmer down and then another wave of rage appeared.
He'd pushed me to the ground and kicked my side, where now a few bruises were coloring from blue to purplish green. The ribs he hit weren't broken, luckily, but sure as hell the skin was bruised and painful.

Sighing deeply , I got my coat and bags , hoping that also Patrick was having a late night so there wouldn't be another argument.
I was concluded that my expectations were wrong as I pulled up in front of my building, the lights were on.

Turning the key in it's lock , I slowly entered careful that I wouldn't make any noise in case Mr. Monster was asleep.
As I turned from the closet where my coat now hang, I was startled to find Patrick only a few inches away.
"God..," I sighed "You scared me."
I saw the blood boiling in his body again, punching a wall that was only a few centimeters removed from my face he snapped.
"YOU were scared? What about me , huh?! I was worrying sick where you were…you told me you would come home at 10:00. Look at the watch! What time is it?!"
I tried to find my way out of his claws, getting slight claustrophobic.
"I told you I'd be home AROUND 10:00 , now," I looked at the clock at the living room wall. "Now it's 10: 45  I was at the Jeffersonian in case you wanted to know, and I always keep my cell with me if there are some problems. Now if you'd please let me go and simmer down a bit." I told him politely.
He grabbed me by my hair and pulled forcefully.
"Don't tell me to simmer down. Bitch!"  He pulled so hard I'd swear some plucks of hair came with it, when he finally released he hit me in the stomach, making me feel nauseas.
I bit my lip, trying not to let the tears fall as I hugged myself, so he couldn't kick me any further.
"Stop whining and go to bed!" Patrick spat, pushing me towards the bedroom.
As I lay silent at the farthest side of the mattress , a tear escaped and I noticed something.

No matter how hard he shouted, insulted or hit me it always had ended with him comforting me or apologizing. And I always forgave him after he'd been gentle again. It was like an endless circle. He would hit me …but after a moment also take care of me, over and over again.
Tonight he'd broken the circle, there wasn't a taking care part this time, only a new bruise on my body and a fresh scar in my mind.


The Present:

Hodgins had been working late. He really wanted to get at least 30 % of the soil examined.
And he was determined to do exactly that before he went home. I had seen him walking around in the lab. I'd been meaning to work too, but felt so exhausted. The constant movement during the day didn't allow the pressure on my bruises to lessen, in fact they only made it worse.

I sighed as I sat down on the couch, a pile of case files, that still needed my signature, on my lap. Every time I signed one, I sat it down on the floor. After doing almost all the files, I looked up. It was already 22:44. I yawned. The thought of going home send shivers down my spine. I didn't want to fall asleep there. Not again and not after what he did. Since it was relatively early for me, I stretched and grabbed the last 4 files.

I quickly put my signature on them and placed them on the finished pile next to the couch. I covered my mouth with my hand as I yawned again and I grabbed the blanket which hung over the back of the couch. I tugged it down, not caring where it landed, as long as something was covering me, I was okay with it. A few minutes later I was asleep.
I knew something wasn't right. I felt tense and I opened my eyes. I was shocked to find Hodgins standing in my office, looking at me with big eyes and an open mouth. But he wasn't looking at me, well of course he was looking at ME, but his eyes weren't fixed on my eyes or face. As I followed his gaze, my eyes landed on the same sight as his.

My blouse had shifted a little higher and my skirt, which was a little too big, hung low on my hips. On my side the bruises were obvious. I immediately reached for the blanket and covered myself with it. I looked up at Hodgins, who snapped his mouth shut and looked at my eyes. "Not a word about this Dr.Hodgins."

Even though my ability to read people is very small, I recognized the look in Hodgins' eyes. It was the same look Booth always gives me when he thinks something isn't okay. "I mean it, Dr. Hodgins." I seem to have startled him or something, cause he lightly shakes his head at me and says in a worried voice. "Not a word, Dr. Brennan."

He looks at me and as our eyes meet, I know he wants to sit down and 'Talk.', the last thing I want right now. So I simply reply: "Goodnight, Dr.Hodgins." To my relief, he turns around and leaves my office. As he shuts the door, I'm sitting in complete silence and darkness. 'What am I going to do now?'

With the lights still off I entered my home, or the hole of the lion, careful not to wake 'the lion'. 'Please let him sleep, please!' I don't even know who I'm praying to but somehow my prayers were answered, Patrick was sleeping in the bedroom I noticed as I made my way towards the bathroom to change.
As I was changed into my pajama's I softly opened the door that separated my bath- from my bedroom and slipped beneath the cold covers, settling myself on the very edge of the bed.

I was almost asleep when I felt him. "You're home," He whispered, his voice razor-sharp , like a predator that just had found it's pray. His hands ranked it's way up from the curves of my waist to my breasts, I swallowed as I felt his hands there, trying to get away.
"Patrick please," I begged with a small voice. "I'm tired...please let me sleep." I heard a nauseating and throaty laugh as he pulled me towards him and caged me between the mattress and his body, not listening to my pleas.

"I don't care, babe...but you can still sleep if you want." I was thunderstruck, how on this earth can I sleep when he is doing that! One of his hands already forcefully pulling at my pants as he set the other hand on one side of my shirt and his teeth gripped the other side, the sound of tearing fabric echoing in the bedroom, making me realize this nightmare was all reality.

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