"Stop please, stop. Don't do it." I cried. My body paralysed, I feared for my life. My own mother had me pinned up against the wall with a knife to my torso.

"You deserve this Delilah." she said with a sense of calm in her voice.

I felt a burst of pressure, like I'd been punched in the gut. My eyes still stuck on hers, there wasn't a morsel of regret in her eyes.

I touched my hand to my body and looked down to see the blood, that's when the pain came rushing in.

I wanted nothing more than for everything to stop, but that could never be the case because she wasn't finished. I glimpsed the knife in her hand, she was ready to stab me again. I grabbed her hand and turned the knife on her. She let her grip go and dropped to her knees. I took the knife off of her and stabbed her again and again until she stopped moving.

It was over.

I sat there in a mix of both our blood, holding pressure on my wound when the door was kicked in. There stood a man in a grey suit.

"Are you okay?" he asked frantically and shut the door behind him.

"N-no I-I I had to do it. Sh-she was g-going to k-kill m-me." I stuttered hopelessly through the pain. A stranger had just walked in on me killing my own mother, I was really fucked now.

"I heard you screaming, did she hurt you?" he said calmly as he knelt down beside me.

I looked down at her and started panicking. "Oh fuck what have I done? I killed her."

He lifted my hands away, I watched his manly hands take control. He inspected the wounds and pushed my hands back to it. "Hold this."

He jumped up and left me for what felt like a life time. The pain was now making wrench over, I felt sick and faded. My head became dizzy.

The room now spinning, I felt his hands on me and more pressure around my body until everything went black.

***

I flickered my eyelids open and shut. The bright lights blinded me for a moment.

"She's awake." a distant voice called out.

I felt a thumb brush across my cheek. "Open your eyes sweetie." I heard a mans voice. I struggled to open my eyes and looked at him. A scar on his neck caught my attention first, then my eyes flit to his grey suit. That's when it came rushing back. I'm a murderer. I killed her. I killed my mother and it was him, the guy who caught me. The guy who, who, saved me?

"Y-you saw m-me." I stuttered weakly.

"It's all taken care of you don't have to worry about her anymore." he said calmly. The feeling of relief flooded me, he was my saviour. I knew I owed him my life.

I looked down my body, I was in a bed, dressed in a hospital gown. I'd been patched up, and by the lack of pain, I'd say they have given me pain relief too.

I glanced back up to him, this time meeting his icy blue eyes. "Thank you." I uttered weakly.

He grabbed my hand. "You don't have to say thank you sweetie, you needed saving and I saved you."

A tear rolled down my cheek and he wiped it away. He did. He saved me.

"What's your name?" he asked gently.

He may have saved me, but he also covered up a murder. He was obviously a dangerous man and I didn't know if I could trust him.

"It's Jessica." I lied.

"Well, Jessica, you're safe with me." he replied.

***

A tear slid down my face. Henry had sat up and shifted closer to me. He stretched his arm around me and pulled me into his chest. "That's rough." He rubbed his hand up and down my arm. "But it explains why you don't exist."

I wiped the tears away from my face. "I bet you think I'm a psychopath now." I mumbled into my own misery.

"We have both done questionable things Daisy, I understand that you had to do what you had to do." he answered. "One thing I don't understand is why you gave me your real name. Why risk it?" he asked.

"I guess I wanted to feel like a person again, rather than an alias." I sighed.

He lifted my chin up with his finger carefully. "You can be real with me, I will never judge you." he spoke softly, with a kind of truth I could believe in his voice.

"Thank you." I broke my longing gaze on him. "We should get to sleep." I suggested.

"Indeed." he agreed.

We climbed under the covers and he held me in his arms. "I'm always here for you Dais." he whispered before he and I both drifted into a sleep.

We had no idea where tomorrow would take us.

//A/N early update but I have a busy day tomorrow... do you any of you want a double update this week?//