Chenford Story ✔️

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Tim's POV

Lucy was allowed home the next week. She was... fine. Not overly happy but also not depressed, which was good. I think.

Divorce proceedings with Emmet were going smoothly, he was still in jail, no one had bothered to pay his bail. That was good. Lucy was at the station today, to testify against Emmet. She had been staying with me since she got discharged from the hospital, two days.

It was painful. I knew Lucy liked me, and I liked her too, but it felt so wrong to make a move right now, when she was staying in my house, was between apartments and was recovering. It would be taking advantage of her. I wasn't going to do that. But that didn't mean I didn't desperately want to. I wanted Lucy Chen.

Lucy's POV

I was staying with Tim for right now. While I sold my apartment and rented a new place. I was at the station. Grey had given me my job back. I accepted it with open arms so I guess I never was truly ready to give it up.

I was ready to speak now. About Emmet.
I walked into the interrogation room. Angela and Tim sat on the other side. I was ok. I was safe. Suddenly Emmet was behind them, laughing like he did in my dreams, telling me they wouldn't believe me. That I was overreacting. I knew it wasn't real. That Emmet was in jail. But I couldn't shake it.

I started hyperventilating, the walls started spinning, Tim and Angela disappeared. I was shaking and fell to the floor. "Tim" I was scared, what was happening?
I felt string arms around me. Instantly I relaxed. It was Tim, I recognised his cologne. My breathing returned to almost normal. "Tim"
"Yeah? You're ok Lucy"
"Tim"
I just repeated his name as the tears started flowing down my cheeks.
"You're ok Luce. You just had a panic attack. It's ok. It's over now"
I nodded shakely.
"Do you want to continue the questions now or wait until another time?"
"Now please."
I didn't want to have to do this again. Walk in here knowing Emmet would go to jail for it. I had started self harming the day I left the hospital. It was all my fault, everything was my fault.

I knew there was no evidence of the abuse. Not physically. The bruises that covered my entire body were from the suicide. The cuts from the self harm. Scars from surgeries. I looked like Frankensteins monster, covered in stitches and cuts. The bruises even turned some of my skin greenish.
Emmet wouldn't be blamed for any of it. The pain he caused was mental. Him and Rosalind. I almost threw up even thinking about her. She was sick.

Her and Caleb and Emmet. Everything that was wrong in my life stemmed from her.
Now I had survived twice. She already had a personal vendetta against me. Now it would just be more fueled.

"Detective Lopez and Officer Bradford here interviewing Lucy Chen about her husband Emmet Lang." Angela started. Turning on the recording machine.
"So Lucy what did Emmet do to you specifically?"
"Um, he would hit me, drug me, starve me, beat me"
Angela looked horrified. Tim just looked angry, with a hint of pain.
"And what effect did that have on you"
They already knew the answer. Angela looked apologetic, knowing it would bring up memories I didn't need to heal right now.
"I committed self harm and then tried to kill myself by jumping off a cliff"
"You say tried to kill yourself, I assume because you are still here it failed"
Angela was on the brink of tears. She needed to ask the questions to get them on record but it hurt us all.
"I was revived at the bottom and airlifted to hospital. Was in a coma for two weeks and then spent another week in hospital before being discharged."
"This concludes the interview"
Angela hit stop recording and immediately burst into tears. "I'm so so so so sorry you had to do and go through that Lucy"
"It's ok, its not your fault"
I wasn't sad. I think I was in shock. Everything an nothing were happening all at once. Then I was hugging Tim. No one even knew I liked him yet. Hell I didn't even know if he liked he back?!
I had kinda jumped off a cliff directly after telling him.