Hostile Hookup

Three Words Undefined

Chapter 25
The Hostile Hookup

First off the best way for me to start this A/N would be with strong apology. I am very, very sorry! And second, NO! I am NOT abondoning this story! After this chap the story only has two more chaps to go, how cruel would that be to stop writting so close to the end.=(

September I had decided to update another chap story that I hadn't worked on in a while and between getting back into the flow of school and other crap going on in my life that I wont go into detail about I kinda lost track of time. And then with October I again got sidetracked with life and another personal story made for a short fic contest. (Cross ur fingers and wish me luck!^-^) And I was late starting the 25th chapter which is why I'm giving it to you like two days into November. U_U Sorry guys.

U guys are hella sweet though asking if I'm still alive and whatnot. It's nice to know that if I were dead some of my reviewers would be upset. Lol mainly because my fic would be unfinished but we all mourn in our own ways...I guess. Anyway it's like 12:30 or so in the morning and usually I'd wait till the morning to post this but I feel you guys have waited long enough.

I'm not happy with this chapter...mainly cause I had to victimiz one of my fav TDI characters! In saying so other Heather fans probably wont like it either.^^;

Which brings me to this chapters warning content: This chapter contains material of rape and assult. Reader you've been warned.

Everyone, enjoy!^-^

Three Words Undefined

Duncan finished his ascend up the stairway.

Breathing still coming in labored from his recent run he made his way cautiously toward the sitting girl.

He had no idea what to say.

All the proper questions for the situation such as,

Had Shawn touched her? And if so why was she here and not at the police station? Seemed to momentarily slip from his mind.

The only thing he could focus on was the strong relief and the heavy feeling for finally having her within his sights again.

Heather suddenly tensed at the feel of another presence, with a start she quickly looked to Duncan with wide, fearful, crying eyes.

Duncan stopped and his blood ran cold.

Her face was horribly bruised, a nasty black eye was forming and her lip was smeared with dry blood.

And if that wasn't enough to completely stun the delinquent her expression was one of which Duncan had never before seen on her.

It was that of pure unadulterated fear.

Duncan stared as he felt himself go rigid with anger and a certain fear of his own.

He knew should have killed that son of a bitch when he had the chance...

Nothing was said as they continued to stare the other down.

Heather was the first to break eye contact lowering her gaze back down to the grave of which she sat before.

Duncan brought a hand up to run through his dark hair as he looked to the ground. His brows furrowed as he found himself suddenly very reluctant with this situation.

Feeling that this was a very delicate situation and needed to be treated as such he moved making his way cautiously toward her.

Stopping beside her he slowly kneeled down on the grassy plan in front of Sarah's gravesite.

Time passed, the wind blew throwing their dark hair back and causing Heather's dress to billow out behind her.

Duncan took a deep breath ready to end the silence, but Heather beat him to the punch.