Wyatt's P.O.V

My hand run through Lea's soft brown hair. I took a deep breath smelling her freshly washed hair, which smelt like flowers. Her soft breaths made me relax a little bit more while I try to focus on the TV. It was one in the morning and Lea fell asleep a hour ago leaving me on my own to think.

She was laying against my chest on the cough while or legs were intertwined. I was trying to get my mind off of thinks hoping I can make a plan to escape my dad again when he finds us. I know he's coming and sooner or later he will get us.

My plans will not work then, I just know it.

The only thing I can think of right now is to stay ahead of him. The more space between us the more saver we are, but every time I think we're far away from him he is there. If I only could save Lea. She don't deserve all of this. I dragged her into this mess and now she's stuck in it with me.

Sometimes I think it was the best for all of us if I just had killed her the first time I kidnapped her. Then all of this wouldn't have happened, but then I would have keep on going killing people. She the only person who keeps me sane. If she wouldn't be here with me I would have killed people, but she keep me from becoming a monster.

A monster that is deep inside of me, longing after blood and chaos. Longing after seeing the life draining out of people. Longing after the screams of pain and fear. Longing after their pain, so that he can feel alive inside of me. That monster is still waiting to come out and hurt people. A monster my dad created over the years.

A monster I thought I could never defeat until now.

Until this beautiful angel came in to my life and made me stop killing people with just looking me in the eyes. Those brown chocolate eyes made me think twice. When I saw fear in those eyes I knew something was bad. When I decide not the kill her I left her there for hours. Debating what I wanted to do with her, I kept on pacing back and forth. I didn't want to kill her, but I couldn't let her either, but then again she didn't saw my face so letting her go wasn't that bad.

I thought if I let her go I could go back to killing people, but that wasn't the case. Beside the killing once every year in the same town, I kill in other towns too. It was something me dad thought me too. Just one person dead wasn't that bad and nobody suspect that it was the same murderer.

A week when by after I let Lea go and I needed to kill someone. I drove to a nearby city and walked around trying to find my victim. I found a young girl probably around my age. For a long time I followed her. I was right behind her and she didn't notice me at all, so I was ready to strike with my knife in my hands. I lifted it in the air until I remembered Lea's eyes.

That fear.

Without thinking I lowered the knife and stopped with following the girl who was stupid enough not to notice me. That was the first time she stopped me from killing someone else. Why was she in my head and why did she do this to me? It never happen before. I had killed so many girls in my past, but never made me feel like this about killing or about anything.

The air around me felt to thick for me to think clear, so carefully and trying not to wake Lea, I try to get off the cough. Slowly I move from under Lea and lay her back down. She moved for a sec and I though she would wake up, but she just let out a deep breath. I turn off the TV when I made my way to the door.

The night air cleared my head in just a sec. I always have loved the night. It's peaceful and quiet, but the darkness is something that can scared me. If the moon wouldn't be in the sky or the streetlights giving me some light I would be inside.

It don't necessarily scared me it just reminds me of the times I was little and my dad would locked me up in a small and dark closet for hours. He said I was a mistake if I didn't listen to him, so to punish me he would locked me up in the closet for hours, sometimes days. I would hear my mom fighting with me dad. Yelling that he have to let me go, but it always ended with my mom getting slapped and my dad threatening my mom with killing me.

But I guess one night she stood up for me and herself.

I was again locket up in the closet, because I accidentally knocked over a glass of water while we were eating. My dad snapped when my mom spoke against his will and killed her. Every time I close my eyes I would hear her scream just like she was dying all over again when I would go asleep the days after it happen, but I learned to shut it out. That was the first time I began to feel the numbness.

I started to shut down my emotions more and more when my dad said I had kill people on my own. Eventually I shut it down completely. It was better if I didn't feel anything anymore. That was until Lea came in my life. I try to fight her of with hurting her or putting up walls, but every time she would knock them back down.

I hear the door behind me close before two arms wrapped them around my waist. Two soft lips kissed my shoulder before she laid her head against it. "What are you doing her?" I could hear that she just woke up.

I chuckle before turning around in her arms. I brush some hair out her face with both my hands before kissing her forehead.

"I couldn't sleep and I needed air." She nodded her head giving me a soft smile before wrapping her arms around my neck.

"We're you thinking about your dad?"

She knows me way too good.

I nodded my head and she sighed.

"What we're you thinking about him?" Her big brown eyes looked right into mine trying to find some answers before I could tell her.

"How much I look like him." He is a monster too and he made me like him. I can't deny that. I am like him I even look like him when he was younger. I have anger issues just like him and I hurt the people I love like him.

Lea shook her head before cupping my cheeks and neck in her small warm hands.

"Wyatt you're are noting like him. He didn't save your mom like you saved me. He didn't love her like you and I love each other. You are so scared that you are going to kill me like your dad did with your mom, but you are not going to do that. Because unlike your dad you have heart. You just have to trust it and you will be okay." A small smile came on my lips. She stroke my cheeks with her thumb giving me a small smile. I can believe she still love me after everything, but maybe she's right and I have to trust my heart sometimes.

Maybe it will stop the monster that I am.