Nora Davis P. O. V

Typing away at my computer, I try to rush but also remain efficient on the task at hand.

Glancing up at the clock I see an hour and a half has already gone by.

Barely anybody was here at the moment except for Martha, luckily for her as I'm assuming she is just finishing up.

True to my words she grabs her handbag while she shuts off the computer at her desk.

Smiling down at me, she bids me a goodbye as I do to her.

I watch as she quickly goes over to the elevators, wisps of her dyed hair falling out of her neat updo.

Must be in a hurry to get out of here.

Blowing air through my lips, I once again try to avert my attention to the task at hand and not on the fact that I was the only one on the entire floor now.

Another half hour goes by but I am nowhere done.

Maybe I should head home and come back early in the morning tomorrow.

Just as I decide to do just that, the telephone rings and the red light beams, showing me that someone from the office is calling.

"Hello?" I voice out.

"Nora darling, could you please come in here for a moment. I want to talk to you." Sam's cheerful voice ushers from the other end of the line, bringing a smile to my face.

"Sure thing, I'll be in there in just a minute." I voice out.

"Great."

Putting the phone down, I start to turn my computer and everything off and place my phone and other essential things back into my handbag.

Once everything is done, I leave my handbag at my table and head to Sam's office.

Knocking lightly on the door, his voice calls out a "come in."

Entering, I notice him standing against his desk, legs crossed at the ankles, beaming at me.

I close the door and walk to him as he holds his hand out to me.

I considered Sam a friend of mine, albeit we were not very close as he always tried to misinterpret my actions but if we look past all that, I could see us becoming firm friends.

"Darling you've hurt me?" He says teasingly, "I'm wounded."

Not stepping too close to him, I smile.

"And why is that Mr. Jenkins?"

"Oh enough with the formalities darling. You can call me Sam even in the workplace."

I nod my head.

"So why is that Sam?" I rephrase my question.

"Because no matter what, you still manage to elude me." He seems almost annoyed at the prospect.

Sam reaches out and grabs my hand, slamming me to him.

"Come on Sam, you know it's not like that." I say as I try to get out of his hold.

Sam always used to be handsy and flirty but this time he looked serious and like he was on a mission of sorts.

That didn't sit well with me.

"No Nora, it is." And with that he slams his lips down onto mine.

I stand stock still in complete and utter shock.

Never has he been this forceful.

Maybe I was leading him on or something, which is why I don't move and hope he gets the point.

Sam clearly doesn't when he starts to trail his hands down to my sides, tugging at my shirt.

The alarms that were silently beeping in my head were now full on blaring with red lights going off.

I push as much as I can but he grabs my hand into a deadlock and starts to turn me around to push me against his desk.

I rack my brain for things to do but all my survival instincts seem to have flown out the door.

Trying to stop my shaking and tears forming in my eyes, I bite his lip which is still trying to kiss me, as hard as I can.

"Ah you like bitch." He spits out angrily.

He almost backhands me but I manage to push him away from me and try to run.

Just as I make it to the door, he grabs me from behind and throws me to the floor.

Climbing on top of me, he tries to undo my shirt but fumbles with the buttons.

I try to throw him off as much as I can and try to scream for help.

My blood runs cold as I realise no one was on this floor and nobody will be able to hear me.

I start to sob just as he rips my shirt off.

Just as I give up all hope the slamming of a door stops Sam while a glaring Martha stands at the door.

My eyes flutter open as a light goes off in my eyes.

Tears streak my face as I slowly get up in bed, trying to forget that horrid nightmare.

Only it wasn't really a nightmare, more like a reality.

My head throbs and I feel sick, almost like I have a hangover.

The covers are thrown all around me as I quickly grab the closest blanket to me to cover my body.

The dream left me feeling violated and disgusted.

Looking at where the light is coming from, I realise it is still night but my curtains were open allowing the bright moonlight to filter in through the window.

Gazing at the clock I notice it's two in the morning.

I sit up and try to clam my harsh breathing but I can't.

I just can't stop crying as all those horrible images flash through my mind like a stuck record repeating itself.

Soon sobs start to rack through my body even though I try to stop them from coming but I can't.

I won't be able to go back to sleep either.

Soon, I find myself reaching for my phone, dialling the one person's number whom I know I can count on.

My very own superman.

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Alexander James P. O. V

Staring blankly at my laptop screen, I shift in my seat once more.

My muscles are all stiff and cramped from sitting down for so long, especially in such a hard and uncomfortable chair.

Taking a large gulp of coffee I try to concentrate back onto my work but not even ten minutes later I find myself gazing around my study room.

Images of the messages flash through my mind and I can't seem to get Nora's worried look out of my head.

I groan once again, it's probably all I've been doing since the past hour.

Looking at the laptop, I check the time.

It was nearing two o'clock in the morning.

Deciding enough is enough, I close my laptop and get up, stretching as I do so, letting out a sigh of relief.

Straightening out my t shirt and sweat pants I leave the room.

Just as I step foot out of the study or well home office, my phone starts to ring.

Realising I left it in the mentioned room, I rush back to see it vibrating and ringing next to my laptop.

Who could be calling me at this time of night?

Picking up my phone I look at the caller ID.

Panic starts to course through me as Nora's name pops up, and all the various bad situations she could be in.

Quickly pressing the accept button I bring it to my ear.

"Nora?" I bark into the phone, my worry increasing with each passing second.

"Um yeah Alexander it's me," her voice croaks out all rough, "can you please come to my place?"

Her voice starts to sound all timid like.

"Nora first tell me what wrong?"

I need to know whether I should call the police or what not.

"I just need you." She breaths out weakly as a sob sounds it way through the phone.

My heart clenches in a weird way as pain envelopes me, my stomach twisting painfully.

I already have the car keys as I head down and out of the house.

"Just hang on babe, I'm on my way."

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