We sat down in my dad's house. My ears were ringing a flat tone, like I was shell shocked. The pain in my arm wouldn't stop. My father fetched a brace for it and put a slink over my head, resting my arm in it. His partner, Lizzy, took Jake to bed, it was just the three of us now.

"What happened?" Dad asked calmly.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know. Kassie called me, warning me, so we got off the ride as quick as we could and started walking to the meeting point, but I saw agents and had to detour into the magicians tent where Phil was. So I hurriedly sent Jake off to them with him. I stayed behind so they didn't follow me. I took two out and that's when." I paused, my hands shaking, my voice trembling.

"When what sweetheart?" Dad asked, rubbing my shoulder with the palm of his hand.

"When Christopher came in."

"Wait, What? Did he do this to you?" Henry asked.

"The question is why didn't he kill you?" Dad added.

"I don't know. He threatened to, hell, I told him to. All he wanted was Henry, but I'd never give him up. He called me Delilah too, admitting he knew I was lying to him this whole time. And I, I told him what he didn't want to hear, that his daughter warned me. That's when he snapped my arm and went." I stumbled over my words like the people stumbled off The Waltser ride. I was shaking. I felt sick to my stomach, I nearly got Jake hurt, I nearly got them all hurt. I was once again a liability.

Henry wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close, like he knew I needed it.

"Did he say anything else? Anything of significance?" Dad asked with his eyebrows furrowed. I had just compromised him, I wouldn't blame him if he never wanted to speak to me again.

"Just that it wasn't over." My eyes stung from the welling tears, I wiped them away, but the stinging sensation stayed. "I'm so sorry." I pleaded.

Dad took a tissue out of the box on the side table and dabbed my eyes dry. "You saved my son's life, you have no reason to be sorry."

"I put everyone in danger. There would have been no need to save him if I hadn't of met him. I'm a magnet for messes, it's all I attract. You'd all be better off without me." The words rolled off my tongue so hopelessly. These wonderful people didn't deserve the mess that I made.

"You're hurting, you just need to calm down Dais, it's all going to be okay." Henry whispered softly against my ear, his breath hit my neck, evoking the feeling of intimacy that we shared in our pain.

"We should go back to the safe house. Get some rest, get some sleep and figure out how this happened." Henry said standing up. "If you want any extra protection just call up the office on your encrypted phone and say I ordered it." He said to my dad. Dad nodded and then we left.

I ran myself a soothing bath. My arm was in pain, but I knew it would be fine. As an agent broken bones are expected and they were easy to deal with. I struggled to take my clothes and brace off and sat in the bath. With one hand I tried to reach for the shampoo, but it knocked off everything else in a domino effect.

"Fuck!" I cursed.

I heard a gentle tap on the door, followed by Henry's soft voice. "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

"Please." I replied, solemnly swallowing what was left of my pride.

He let himself into the room and scooped up the floating shampoo and bubble bath containers. I watched as he filled up the jug to wet my hair and then I closed my eyes. I could feel the warm water engulfing my hair, his gentle hands massaging in the shampoo and conditioner and his fingers as they run through my locks to get out all of the conditioner.

He was so gentle with me, to him I must seem as fragile as fine china, but I really just felt worn down.

I may have been ballsy around Christopher, but seeming him made me vulnerable. My insecurities came to flow and the demons, that were locked in my dungeon of a heart, escaped. No one could tear me down quicker than myself, no one could hurt me like I hurt myself and I was stuck in my mind doing exactly that.

I took the flannel and wrung it out, wincing in pain my body shuddered. I wiped my eyes with it and opened them to see Henry with his beautiful green eyes staring down at me.

"Daisy." His voice rung out in the echoey bathroom the same way my heartbeat throbbed throughout my body.

"What happened?" he asked whilst gently washing my back with the flannel.

"I've already told you." I whimpered as he washed my ribs, one of the agents got a good hit in.

"I'm not stupid Dais, I know you filtered the story in front of your father."

I stood up and he wrapped the towel around me. "It doesn't matter what he said to me, that's personal, and frankly not relevant to the matter."

He dabbed my arm dry before putting on the brace. "I'm worried about you."

"Well you shouldn't," I snapped.

I dressed myself in pyjamas and put myself to bed. I knew I wasn't alone, but I was. My lonely mind was where my demons resided. No amount of care from Henry would help me there, but all I wanted to do tonight was forget, so that's what I did.

I closed my eyes and tried to forget.