Flashback

I walked down the road, tears streaming down my face, pain encapsulating every part of my body. I did it, I had finally broken up with Theo. It didn't go to plan, but I did it.

After dragging my pain ridden body through the streets of LA for what felt like hours, I made it. Home. The same place I'd agreed to go out with Brian only days earlier. Walking up the steps, my ribs ached, my head pulsed with pain. I tried to control my tears but it was no use.

"Dom!" I hiccuped walking through the front door, my hand cradling my ribs. Agony spreading through my body in constant waves. I heard my name, but I couldn't put a face to the name until he turned the corner.

"Ash! What the hell happened?!" Brian. He turns the corner in a panic once he sees me, the beer in his hands drops to the floor in an instant as he rushes to my side.

"Brian.." my voice cracks, sobs echoing as Brian pulls me into his arms. Dom races around the corner, anger almost instantly prominent across his face.

"Ash?" Dom quickly examines me as Brian helps me to the Couch, "it was Theo?"

"She needs to go to the ER." Brian says, voice laced with anger, panic and confusion. Doms jaw tenses, nodding.

"Stay here. Call an ambulance. Don't leave her." Dom orders Brian, He turns to leave and anxiety takes ahold of me through the pain.

"Dom... what are you gonna do?" I sob, the pain growing worse with each shaky breath while Brian gently rubs my back.

"Nothin' stay here." He was lying. I knew it. But none the less he left the house with a strong slam of the door, only making my cries louder.

Brian's already on the phone to 911 as Dom leaves. I can barely make out Brian's conversation on the phone as he tilts my head gently trying to get a better look at my injuries.

"Any nausea?" Brian asks me, phone still held to his ear. I nod.

"Dizziness?" He questions.

"And pain." I nod... the concern in Brian's eyes strong, as he continues talking to whoever is on the other side of the phone... 911? I think. I think I remember him saying that.

When Brian ends the call he urges me to stay awake until the ambulance gets here, he talks to me, gently. He comforts me. And stayed by my side.

That was when I began to change.

Flashback over

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My chest feels constricted, I can't believe he's here. After all this time, watching me for years. After those few quick words he'd left the room again, leaving me tied up in the cold. He wanted to know things, things about families.

He wanted to know things he couldn't find out himself through watching, or at least that's what he'd insinuated earlier. But in what felt like seconds he's back.

Pacing, he walks the space of the room, again, and again. Until it makes me feel dizzy and even then he keeps going. Psychotic freak. This is exactly what Jay was talking about when he said this reminded him of Nadia.