Chapter 2

Amy woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon. She was back in bed, nestled warmly between layers of blanket and pillows. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock, it was half past eight. She jumped up and frantically started to get ready. She had fifteen minutes to make it down to the local mall for the autograph session.

She started towards the mirror to brush her hair but the thoughts of last night. How she wished it had been a horrible dream. She knew it wasn't though. She couldn't look at her own reflection. Tears came to her eyes. To break the thoughts she broke the mirror, throwing her brush into the middle of the reflection she was growing to hate more and more by the second.

"Hey, are you okay?" Adam asked as he rushed in, disturbed by the sound of the shattering glass.

The sound of his voice, no matter how gentle and loving stirred something in her. Her legs gave out on her and she fell to the floor. Adam quickly kneeled down next to her and pushed her hair out of her face.

"Baby are you okay?" he cooed with concern.

Amy stared at him for a minute. He acted as if nothing had ever happened; like they'd curled up in bed together and fell asleep talking to each other. How could that be possible? Her stomach was churning, her mind shocked and numb.

He was softly petting her neck now. The soft touch was so sweet, the remembrance of the way things were before that horrible twenty minutes last night. She found herself leaning into the touch, silently begging for things to be back to the way they were.

"I'll never hurt you again," he promised. "It was a mistake and I'll do anything to make it up to you."

Adam softly pulled her chin up so that their eyes met. Those blue eyes, how could she not believe him, between her desperation in his sincerity and the small tears forming at the corners she nodded slowly.

"I love you Amy," he added, erasing any hesitation or doubts the redhead might have had.

Adam helped her up. She kissed his cheek softly and carefully retrieved her brush from the shards of reflective glass. She went into the bathroom and started to get ready. She still felt uneasy and wouldn't looking the mirror to do her make-up or fix her hair.

~*~

The signing had gone okay. Amy had stayed quiet throughout most of it. Thankfully most of the group were screaming girls, begging Matt, Jeff or Adam to marry them, thus making it increasingly easy for her to hide.

Now they were on a plane headed back to North Carolina. Jeff on one side of her and Adam on the other. Adam had acted perfectly all morning. Still confused she tried to focus on the in-flight movie but Jeff was making it hard.

"Amy, come on, fuck the movie it's really fucking stupid to show La Bamba: the Buddy Holly Story on an airplane anyway," Jeff urged as he pulled off her earphones.

Amy sighed and turned to look at him. "Jeff, how can you be so damn chipper? Didn't you have a hang over?"

"Well I don't anymore," Jeff answered. He watched Adam go in search of Jason Reso, their feud on screen was getting tiresome and Adam had thought of ways to liven things up. "What's up with you, Ames?"

"Huh?" the diva mumbled.

"See, that's what I mean," Jeff continued. "What's on your mind? Are you and Adam having problems?"

Amy thought for a minute. She could trust Jeff, she had always been able to trust him. On the other hand, Jeff was Adam's best friend. What if he didn't believe her. It was best to stay quiet about it. Adam had promised it'd never happen again, so there was no point in preaching on it. She'd keep her mouth shut and eventually forget about it.

"I'm just tired," she answered and gave a twinge of a smile. "I'll be fine after the weekend."

~*~

They'd arrived in Charlotte safely. Amy had left her car in the airport parking lot while Matt and Jeff were picked up by their father. They made it back to Amy's place in Sanford relatively well. They gossiped about some of their coworkers, who Hunter was cheating with this week, when would Jazz's husband figure out Jazz was a man…the usual banter.

Adam had been to Amy's place before. Before they'd started dating, Adam would visit Jeff and Matt often and the brothers would generally stop by Amy's to raid it of beer, chips and anything else they could get their hands on.

Amy smiled and let Adam into the dark house first. He switched on the lights as he walked through the front room and into the living room. He fell back onto the couch and flipped through the television stations.

"Are you hungry?" Amy asked. "I can order something…"

"Naw, I'm fine," Adam answered as he switched on a hockey game, The Maple Leafs were taking on the Blues. "Come watch with me."

Amy looked a little skeptical. "Thanks babe but I don't really like hockey," she answered

Adam grumbled something Amy couldn't hear. She started to ask about it but thought better of it and went outside to sit on the back deck. She leaned back and closed her eyes. Flashes of last night came back and she snapped her eyes back open.

"Calm down Amy," she whispered to herself. "He's never gonna do it again…"

"Amy, come back inside," Adam ordered from the doorway. "It's gonna be dark soon."

Amy turned around to see him. She wondered if he'd heard her. If so he wasn't making any comments about it. Still that order…he'd never ordered her to do anything before. If they were going to enjoy a weekend together maybe it was best to get all of this out in the open.

"Adam, what's going on with you?" she asked. " Last night…"

"I thought we had forgotten about last night," he answered coldly. He was standing in front of her now. "Let's go watch tv."

"No, I want to talk about this. Adam I can't forget last night so easily," she started. She felt the lump in her throat and worked hard to follow it. "You…why?"

The larger man stared at her. "I told you to drop it, now let's go," he growled, pulling her up by the arm.

"Adam that hurts," Amy said and pulled her arm away. "Please, I need to talk to you."

"There is nothing to talk about Amy," he insisted. "It was a mistake, it's over. Let's go."

Amy shook her head. She couldn't believe his behavior. What was going on? Where was the sweet, funny, intelligent man she'd fallen in love with? What had she done to change him into what she saw before her?

When Amy didn't move, Adam grabbed her upper arm and pulled her into the house. His hand was tight around her and it was starting to hurt. Forcefully he flung her onto the couch. He sat down next to her, put his arm around her shoulders, holding her there.

"Adam…" Amy started.

"Amy, sit there and shut up," he hissed. "Can't you ever fucking do what I ask? Is it so god damn hard to have a nice time with you?"

Amy bit her lip as tears started to come to her eyes. Silently she stared at the television. It was starting to become evident that she couldn't do much of anything to please him. Maybe if she followed his orders, everything would be okay. How was she supposed to forget last night…how could he expect her to forget him raping her?

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