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    Knees trembling,  eyes glazed with fresh,  fearful tears,  she stumbled from the
    alleyway.  A  limp  shaped  her  labored movements  as  she  struggled  with  a
    broken  shoe,  pulling her coat tight up to her throat.  It wasn’t a long  walk  on
    two  unhindered  legs,  but in this state,  it seemed like an  endless  march. Her
    heart was pounding painfully in her chest,  her mouth arid as the desert at high
    noon  as  she  hurried  along.  Her long auburn hair hung  down  into  her  face,
    concealing the pain from passersby,  but at this hour, there weren’t many to be
    had. None, in fact. Addison wasn’t sure if she was thankful or upset about that.
    She  wasn’t sure of anything.  Nothing,  except that she’d escaped with her life,
    and she wanted to keep it that way.

    Finally,  with  a  firm  grip on the handrail,  she pulled herself up  the  stairs  of  the
    familiar  stoop.   She  buzzed  his  loft  once,  twice,  and  a  third  time,  frantically
    searching  for  a  reply.  Desperate for the automatic  ‘click’  that would  grant  her
    entry  to  the  foyer.  Addison  had  a key,  but it’d been lost  with  the  rest  of  her
    things,  somewhere  in the streets of New York City.  It didn’t occur to  her  that  it
    was  nearly  three  in the morning,  nor that he wasn’t expecting  her.  It  was  only
    when the door opened and he appeared that she began to feel the full magnitude
    of what had just happened, the adrenaline momentarily waning at the sight of him.

    “M-M-Mark,”  she  stammered,  looking  up at him  through  disheveled  tresses,
     hoping he couldn’t see what a mess she probably was. Hoping he wouldn’t ask
     questions.  Fighting  to  gain composure though her lip was  quivering  and  her
     stomach felt sick. “P-Please, can I come in…? I don’t–I can’t… Don’t call Derek.”

           It had already been an u n u s u a l night for Mark Sloan, he had
     struck out at his earlier slander down at the nearest bar and
     was sleeping along for the night. So hearing someone buzz
     for his apartment made him the slightest bit curious, wondering
      maybe he hadn’t struck out. Quickly slipping on his shirt and
     pants, stepping down the stairs with a soft click of his feet. A
     CHARMING yet devious smile peaking at the corner of his lips.
      His demeanor edged with egotistical natures.

           ❝A-Addison…❞ But all that f a d e d into an abyss when he not
      only saw who it was… but saw what was done to them. For a
       moment he just stood there, completely frozen except for his
      eyes frantically scanning her BROKEN features. He was a
      plastic surgeon, this shouldn’t bother him, he should take this like any
       other woman walking through his door. But this wasn’t just any
       other woman. This was Addison Montgomery. This was the
      woman he… this was Derek’s wife.

           Pushing the door open wider he nodded inwards.❝What the
        HELL happened to y o u?❞ It was a rhetorical question really.
       He didn’t expect her to answer unless she wanted to, unless
        she n e e d e d to. But he had to get it out, because so
       many thoughts were rambling through his head. Pressing the
        palm of his hand to her shoulder he began to lead her up to the loft.

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Addie folded her arms across her stomach
and breathed deeply. It couldn’t possibly be
a coincidence that he was telling her this so
soon after she told him about the not baby.

                                  “I know where Derek is,” she whispered,
                                  the only thing she could think of to say.

       She didn’t even know if what he was saying was true. Had he cheated on her or was he just saying this to hurt her? Or was it a combination of the two?

      The instant the words left Mark’s mouth he
      regretted it, all of it. Cheating in the first place
     and then preceding to tell her about the cheating
     in the roughest way possible and out of full spite.

      ❝Then why aren’t you there with him. Why aren’t you fighting for him.❞

      The more angry and hurt Mark grew the more he
      began to push her away. To Derek none the less.