Trouble in the King's Court

A couple weeks had gone by since Henrik was sentenced to a month in a mental hospital to get help for his actions. Aly has been healing a bit better, but some things still trigger flashbacks and pain. Both Chris and Kristina have been getting her to do more things outside the apartment and it has been key in her recovery. She was lucky to have wonderful people in her life.

The Rangers had advanced to the Stanley Cup finals and they were going to be playing against the Dallas Stars. Game one was scheduled for Thursday night in New York. While the team had skate up in Greenburgh and with Kristina now back home in New Jersey for the summer, Aly was by herself in Chris' apartment. She decided to make him a really yummy dinner, thanking him for everything.

Aly decided to head to Chelsea Market to pick up a few things for tonight. She grabbed her crossbody to go out. Upon opening the door, her knees buckled, "Oh my god. W-What are you doing here?"

It was Henrik! Somehow, he got out, "The judge released me early on good behavior. How are you my princess?"

"No! This isn't happening. No. Please Henrik," Aly pleaded with tears in her eyes.

Henrik made his way in and locked the door, "Come to me baby. Now."

Aly ran and hid in the only safe spot she could find in the apartment, which was the closet. She texted Kristina and told her to try and get to Manhattan as soon as possible, but she was over an hour away on the train. She heard footsteps and tried to stay as quiet as possible.

"Aly. Oh Aly. Where are you, my darling? It's not a big apartment. You can't get very far," Henrik teased.

Meanwhile, at practice, Chris was doing some drills when he got a chill through his body. He felt as if something was wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint it. Defenseman Brendan Smith skated over to him, "Dude. Are you okay?"

"No. Something's wrong. I need to get back to the city now. I sense something," Chris said. He rushed off the ice, changed, and drove back to Manhattan as fast as he could.

Back at the apartment, Henrik found what he was looking for. He had Aly in the living room, handcuffed to the leg of the couch. She couldn't believe what was happening and she was in tears, "What the fuck is wrong with you!? Let me go!"

"Never. I got you now. You are all mine and nothing's gonna stop me," Hank said.

Aly got really defensive, "I swear you little fuck, I will get out of here and you are so dead once I do!"

"Good luck. I took those from a cop after I got out. You'll never pick them," Henrik smirked.

"You're such a fuckboy, you know that? No woman deserves anyone like you," Aly gritted through her teeth.

Henrik came closer and pulled her hair, "Don't you ever talk back to me like that ever again!"

Soon, there was rumbling in the bed. Chris opened his eyes and saw Aly turning over to snuggle close to him in her sleep. It was just a bad dream. He saw One World from his window, so he knew he was home in Manhattan. He reached and grabbed his phone, seeing that it was almost 4 in the morning.

"Chris, mmm. I love you. You make me feel like a princess every day," Aly murmured in her sleep.

Chris pulled her in and kissed her forehead. It was all a bad nightmare, but he just stayed awake for a while. He squeezed his girl tight, thinking about the trip to Greece with her, Kristina, Kristina's parents, and Carl in late July.

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