The Illusion of Happiness: A We Happy Few FanFiction

Chapter Seventeen

An hour later Duncan came home.
"Bianca, darling? I'm home." He took off his mask and hat, placing them on the table next to the door as he walked into the living room. He spotted the shattered vase and scattered flowers on the carpet near the kitchen doorway. "Bianca?!" He rushed into the kitchen. She usually had dinner ready, but the room was dark. He clicked on the light and immediately noticed the frying pan on the tiled floor. "Bianca?!" His voice was becoming panicked. "Bianca, where are you?! Answer me, darling?" He ran up the stairs. "Bianca?!"
His voice broke through her unconsciousness, waking her slightly. "Duncan?" She managed to speak, but it was a cracked whisper.
He entered the bedroom. "Bianca?!" His eyes fell on her nearly lifeless, naked body. "Bianca?!" He gasped and ran to her. He crawled onto the bed before pulling her up against his chest.
She weakly raised her left hand to grip his coat. "Duncan?" She managed to speak again. She strained to open her eyes. "Duncan?" She began to sob.
Tears formed in his eyes. "Yes, it's me, darling." He hugged her tightly. "Oh my God! Who did this to you?!" Her head slumped against his chest suddenly as she released his coat, her hand falling limp at her side. "Bianca?" He looked down at her. She had passed out. He moved a hand to her stomach, rubbing her gently. "You're safe now, my baby." He whispered before kissing her forehead. "You're both safe now." He lifted her from the bed and carried her into the washroom where he ran a hot bath. He pulled her from the robe and lowered her beaten body into the tub, her blood turning the water a faint pinkish color.
He removed his gloves and began to bathe her gently.
She whimpered, but then began to panic and screamed as she jolted out of her unconscious state. "No! Stop!" She cried, her voice hoarse.
Duncan pulled her wet body into a hug. "Shhhh, darling. It me! You're safe now."
She began to cry as she wrapped her arms around him, soaking his coat at the waist. "Duncan!!" She sobbed against his chest.
Despite the heat from the bath water, her body was trembling hard.
He caressed her back tenderly, the fingers of his right hand gently stroking her skin. "Who did this to you, Bianca?" He asked in a gentle whisper.
She slowly pulled her head back to look up at him. "Two...." She sniffled hard before she took a shaky breath. "Two Constables. I didn't see their faces. They never took off their masks."
"Did they mention names?"
She shook her head slightly. "No. They didn't have their name tags either."
He gently pushed her back down into the hot water as he lifted a wash cloth. "I'm so sorry, darling!" He tended to her wounds. He gritted his teeth suddenly. "Bloody hell! I should have been home with you!" He exclaimed suddenly, making her jump. "Sorry, baby! I'm sorry!"
She began to sob. "Our baby might be... They might have...."
He touched her right cheek gently. "Shhh, don't say it. Our baby is fine. I'm sorry I wasn't here to protect you."
She lifted her right hand to look at her wrist. The cuff had cut fairly deep into her skin.
Duncan grabbed her hand and gently dabbed the washcloth across her wound.
"Ow!!" Bianca whined and pulled her hand from his, hugging it against her chest.
"I'm sorry, baby! That will need to be bandaged." He looked at her left ankle before gently lifting it from the water. "This one is pretty bad too. It should be bandaged as well."
She looked at her wrist before raising her head to look at him. "Can you get me some water, please? I'm really thirsty."
He laid the washcloth on the side of the tub and rose to his feet before kissing her forehead. "Of course, darling."
As soon as he left the washroom, she broke down and cried. She held her stomach as she nearly bawled. She then grabbed the washcloth and began to clean herself.
He returned to find her frantically scrubbing herself as she cried. He placed the cup of water on the sink and grabbed her hands, stopping her. "Darling, don't hurt yourself."
"I can still feel them touching me!" She nearly screamed, pulling her hands from his to hide her face, the washcloth grasped in her fist.
He grabbed the cup of water and then gently pulled her left hand from her face.
She looked over at him, her eyes bloodshot and burning from the tears.
He smiled tenderly, but his face still held great pain. He offered the water to her. "Here, drink."
She dropped the washcloth into the tub and took the cup from him, drinking the water down rather quickly.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face before gently taking her chin in his hand and turning her head slightly. Her left cheek was bruised where she had been smacked repeatedly. He touched her cheek tenderly, his thumb gliding across the tender skin. He spotted the cut on her lower lip and moved his thumb down to it, touching it gently.
She watched his eyes scan her face, seeing the pain increase as they looked over her cheek and lip.
He pulled his hand back and into a fist as he stood. "I will find those bastards, and I will make them pay!" He scowled.
She looked up at him. She could see the anger on his face and could feel the hatred radiating from his body. She knew he would find them, and she knew he would torture them. "Duncan?"
Her soft voice brought him back to reality. He looked down at her, his expression softening. "Yes, baby?"
"Can you get me some more water, please?"
He took the cup and smiled, nodding his head as he left the washroom once again.
She leaned forward and pulled the plug before slowly pulling herself from the draining tub. She stepped onto the floor, her weak legs shaking as she tried her best to support herself. She braced herself against the tub.
Duncan came back with the fresh cup of water. He helped her brace against him as he handed her the water.
She drank that cup down almost as quickly as the first. She slowly pulled the cup from her wet lips, lowering it to the sink. "All day." She whispered suddenly. "They tortured me all day." She faced him, wrapping her arms around him as she laid her head against his chest. "I was cuffed to that bed all day." She began to sob. "They knew. They knew when you left, and they knew when you'd be home."
He pushed her back gently before lifting her into his arms. "Shhh, you don't have to talk about it anymore if you don't want to." He whispered to her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. Sniffles escaped her lips as she tucked her head under his chin. "I'm so hungry." She whispered.
He continued to hold her, cradling her wet body which began to tremble. "I'll make us a quick dinner after I help you get dressed." He pulled a towel from the linen closet and moved to the bedroom. He sat down on the bed, keeping her cuddled against his body.
He then unfolded the towel and wrapped it around her. He raised a hand to her cheek, caressing her. "I'm so sorry, darling! I wish I had been here to protect you."
She pulled a hand from his neck and placed it on her stomach.
He placed a hand on hers. "The baby is fine, darling."
"How do you know for sure?" She asked, pulling her head back to look at a him.
"I've seen miscarriages during the breeder riots." He touched the inner thigh of her left leg. "You would be bleeding profusely." He gently glided his fingers down her leg.
She bit her lip and looked down at her stomach. "Duncan?"
"Yes, darling?"
"They know. I slipped up and begged them not to hurt our baby." She began to cry. "They said they would keep that a secret as long as I cooperated."
"They may come back." He gently raised her head. "I may have to bring you back to the bunker for a little while."
She clenched her muscles. "Please don't bring me back there!"
"Darling, it's for your own safety!"
"Please, I hate that place!"
He smiled tenderly. "Very well." He grabbed his revolver and laid it onto the bedside table. "You will learn how to use this and keep it with you at all times."
She nodded. "but, that's for your work."
"I have another one at the station. I shall get it tomorrow. We have a meeting first thing in the morning, but I don't work the rest of the day."
"Okay." She got off his lap and finished drying herself off as he grabbed her fresh panties and a nightgown. He laid them on the bed before he began to peel off his wet uniform.
She slipped on her panties before reaching for her nightgown. She looked past the silky gown, seeing her blood that stained the blanket. Her eyes glided along the soft fabric, spotting other bodily fluids. Her hand began to tremble as she pulled it back.
He looked over at her as he pulled off his undershirt. "Bianca?"
She cried out, grabbing the blanket in her trembling fists as she yanked it from the bed and tossed it to the floor.
He pulled her into his arms as she began to bawl once again.
"I can still hear their laughter!" She cried. "I can still feel their hands all over my body! Everything hurts!"
He felt so helpless. There was nothing he could do to ease her pain. He stuffed his right hand into his pants pocket, wrapping his fingers around a syringe of Knockout. "No, I can ease her pain. Even just for a little while." He thought, pulling the syringe from his pocket. "Bianca?"
She sniffled hard as she slowly lifted her head.
"I love you, baby." He whispered before he smiled tenderly and kissed her lips.
Despite her current state, she returned his kiss as her eyes slowly fell shut.
With her focused on the kiss, he stuck her with the needle, injecting the liquid.
She whimpered, breaking the kiss. "What did you give me?"
He pulled the needle from her flesh and lowered the empty syringe to the nightstand before lifting her into his arms. "Only Knockout, darling." He crawled onto the bed, pulling her against his half naked body.
"No, I don't want to be on this bed anymore!!" She nearly screamed, trying to fight her way out of his embrace.
He held her tightly. "Please, Bianca! Please calm down!"
She began to cry. "They hurt me here!" Her adrenaline was beginning to corse through her, forcing the Knockout into her system faster. She soon felt it taking over. Her head slumped against his shoulder as her arms fell into her lap. She felt extremely heavy. "Please don't leave me alone." She whispered as the drug began to pull her into sleep.
"I'll be right here, my love. I promise." He whispered before kissing her forehead.
She soon fell silent.
He looked at her as he stroked her wet cheek before wiping her tears.
She continued to fight the drug, forcing her heavy eyes open but they continued to fall shut. She whined suddenly.
"Shhhh." He whispered to her. "I'm here. I got you, Bianca. You sleep."
Her head slid to rest against his neck as the Knockout overtook her. She was finally fast asleep.
"I'm sorry, baby." He sighed and held her tightly. "I will find out who did this to you, Bianca. I will find them, and I will end them." He whispered.
She whimpered, smooshing her face against his neck.
He touched her bare stomach, stoking her gently. He then got up and lowered her to the mattress before he leaned towards her. "Daddy is here now, precious." He kissed her stomach as his hand caressed it. "I will make them pay dearly!" He looked back at her.
She was out cold, breathing steadily through her slightly parted lips.
He kissed her lips tenderly and grabbed a clean blanket, laying it beside her. He picked up her nightgown and draped it over the back of the chair before he moved to the washroom to gather some first aid supplies. He returned to the bedroom and sat down beside her before tending to her wounds.
With her under the influence of the Knockout, she didn't fight him when he cleaned the cuts of her wrist and ankle but she did whimper and stir a little.
After cleaning and bandaging her wrist and ankle, he covered her with the sheet and clean blanket before putting the first aid supplies away. He then grabbed her robe and the dirty blanket, dragging them downstairs into the laundry room and pushing them into the washer. He dumped in some soap and closed the lid, starting the machine. He pressed his hands to the lid of the washer as it began its cycle. "They are going to pay for what they did! I will find them!" He scowled as he made a fist and pushed himself from the washer, heading back upstairs.
Bianca hadn't moved.
He finished undressing and went into the washroom to shower. He took his time, attempting to relax his tense muscles under the hot water. He sighed and pressed his forehead against the wall. Every time he closed his eyes he was immediately shaken with the image of her laid out on his bed, and it made his heart stop.
Why would any of his fellow Constables do that to her?! Why would they come here, to his house, in the first place? How did they get in? Did she let them in? No, she wouldn't do that!
He finally finished his shower and got out, drying off and slipping into his underwear. He hung up his towel and headed back into his bedroom.
She still hadn't moved.
He smiled tenderly as he pulled the blankets back and crawled into bed beside her. He gently lifted her into his arms and pulled her onto his lap, holding her and caressing her stomach as he propped himself against the headboard. "My love." He whispered. "My darling. I'm sorry this happened." He raised his hand and stoked her cheek. "I'm so sorry."
She whimpered and adjusted her head against his shoulder. "Duncan." She murmured.
"Yes. I'm here, Bianca." He kissed the top of her head before he lowered his hand and just held her, resting his head against the top of hers. The thought of those men putting their hands on her made his blood boil. He hurt for her, but he was also incredibly pissed!
After cuddling her for about twenty minutes, he gently laid her back down onto the mattress and tucked her under the blankets. He then got out of bed and headed downstairs to check the wash and make himself a quick dinner.