Song- Stand by You by Rachel Platten

"Eileen?" Nick's eyes wandered to mine. 

"I-I-I fell." I choked. 

"You fell?" He rose a brow. "In a perfect line?" 

"Yeah." I shrugged. "Graceful, you know." I tried to recover the skin. My collarbone was normally covered in makeup so you could not see the scratches. 

"No, Eileen, do not lie to me." He ground out. He looked back to my skin and traced the thin scar. "This was no accident." He looked at it closely. "He did it to you didn't he." 

"No!" I cried. "No. Grant did not do this to me." I hung my head. "No this scar was not from Grant." 

"Then who and how?" Nick brushed a piece of hair from my eye and tipped my chin to meet his gaze. 

"I-I was walking down town one day and was attacked." My eyes filled again. Stupid! My brain screamed at me. 

June 23, 2015. New York City. 

I walked down the street with Grant on the phone. 

"Yeah I know, but I need to do this. I don't get a choice." I paused. 

"But Babe, we were supposed to be at the game together." He complained. 

"I know, but I need to work. I am sorry Grant." I sighed. My chaffeur was late and I was tired. I paced slightly and then turned around. While my back was turned a man came up behind me. 

"Do not scream, girly." His voice entered my ear. A sharp knife poked my slender throat. "Turn the phone off and come with me." He commanded. 

"Grant, honey, I need to go. I love you." I let out a strangled cry. The man behind me pushed the blade harder against me. 

"Eileen? What is wrong." 

"Grant. I. Need. To. GO." I hung up. 

"Good job girly. Now come with me." He moved me down the street. 

I did as I was told, until I could sneak a quick tap on the emergency button on my phone. The grungy man led me down the alley and then we stopped at a door. He beat it with his fists and the door swung open. He pushed me inside and I tucked my body into itself. 

I stared around. Men were lounging on couches in the room and a few were cleaning guns. 

"Ah Miss Eileen Field.  A pretty penny." The man who looked to be the ring leader walked over to me and tilted my chin to look up at him. 

"Let go of me." I growled. 

The vile man laughed. "A fighter." He leaned in and whispered, "I like that in women." 

I turned my head from his mouth and wrinkled my nose. 

He slapped me against the face hard. I hit the floor and my body tensed. Well trained muscles jumped at the chance to fight and I felt some blood on my lip. A low growl made its way from my chest. 

"Now, Eileen. You will do as I say, if you wish to live." He pulled a blade from his belt and cut my skin from my right shoulder to my mid chest. 

I hissed at the contact. He smirked and puled the blade from my creamy complexion. "You will pay for that." I grit out. 

He laughed again. "A little girl vs. me?" He looked around. "Oh sweetheart." He grabbed my face. "You won't survive the night." 

I pulled my face away and he cut my arm. I swung my fist and it made a cracking noise against his jaw. His head flung up and I grabbed the blade from his hand and threw it into his chest. It made a sickening thud and plunged into the man's heart. 

I stood, shaking with furry and pulled the knife from the dead man. "Who is next?" I rose a brow. 

They all roared at me and I quickly ran. I grabbed another knife and swiped two of the men charging at the knee. They both fell howling. I felt the splatter of blood against my cheek. My clothes were probably ruined by this point. 

I ran and jumped on one of their backs and swiped his neck. I jumped down and looked at the other two. I spun the blade in my hand, recognition written on my features. 

They looked at me and ran. I walked out with the knife left buried in its owner. 

My neck was gushing blood and my arm was a slow flow. I tore my blouse off and wrapped it around my arm trying to stop the blood. 

I walked in a daze out to the main street. 

I slowly made my way towards my office. "Miss?" A man stopped. "Miss are you okay?" 

I turned to look at him. "Help." I passed out. He caught me and called the police and Emts. My pants were all torn and my sports bra was near to threads. 

My heels must have fallen off and my face was black and blue. A clot of blood was at my cut lip and my swollen, angry wound was weeping and bloody. 

"The police and news reporters came. I was rushed to the hospital and they did a complete crime detection. I was in every way innocent and had only killed as a means of protection. The police called it a closed case and I was left with guilt and horror." I cried. 

Nick wrapped his arms around me. "Oh Eileen." He cooed. "Baby, look at me." He tipped my head. "No one will ever treat you like that again." 

I sighed and a tear streaked down my face. He gently brushed it away and we smiled at each other. 

We separated and walked towards the car hand in hand. Little did we know we had a spectator. A very unhappy spectator. 

"So she went back to him. Ha. I wasn't good enough for her, but he is." The stranger's shadowed face was twisted in angry jealously. "I'll show her."