I plonked myself down in the metal chair, my leg jiggling up and down like a drug addict needing their next fix. I couldn't sit still at all. Nate was beside me, squeezing my hand. I knew he was just as nervous for me, but he had a great way of not showing it.

A guy, around mid fifties, emerged into the waiting area from the cheap wooden door, and approached me. He wore a black and white checked shirt, a slim black tie, partnered with skinny black trousers. It was like looking at a person in the newspaper, did he not own one bit of colour? This place was daunting enough without the colleagues looking as miserable. He was clearly a detective though, or he would of been wearing the typical police officer uniform.

"Miss Daisy?" He inquired, holding his firm hand out for me to shake.

I gave him a shaky smile before nodding slowly.

"I'll be right here" Nate whispered in my ear, giving my trembling hands one last squeeze.

Initially, I struggled to lose his grip. My hand shook erratically, but I was too scared to leave him. The sweat poured out of me as soon as the detective gestured for me to follow him.

Could I really do this? Talk about everything Robert did. My past. My present. How terrified I was, and am.

A buzzing in my ears drained out all noise, alongside the dangerous thudding of my heart. It sent me into a spinning mess. I was on another planet, spinning round it's orbit with no clue what was happening.

"It's just this way, Miss" he smiled, opening the cheap wooden door for me. The same one he'd walked through just.

We entered a narrow hallway, the smell of cheap coffee and dusty files prominent in the air. It literally tickled its way through my nostrils and to the back of my throat where I started choking on the funny scent. Surely not all police stations had this aroma, right?

The clicking off his leather, black, loafers echoed, competing with the thudding of my heart. He worked swiftly. Moving from one place to the other within seconds, whereas I was still shifting my feet like a reluctant teenager on its way to maths class. I was also thankful my peach ballet flats were soft against the dirty wooden floor; they only made a shuffling noise because of the way I was walking. I'm sure if I picked my feet up like a normal person, you'd be gifted with silence.

"Anything you say will be recorded, and there will be another officer in shortly" he informed me, in a monotonous voice. "Just take a seat right there" he pointed his long fingers towards a small leather sofa perched opposite a wooden coffee table.

He busied himself round the room while we waited for the second officer. I recognised rooms like this from all the soap operas I watched. You also see a victim of some sort - like rape, or abuse - talking to somebody.

Just the thought of my life being compared to a soap opera made my stomach churn. I just wanted a normal life. No drama, no fear, just happiness for me, Hope and Nate.

The slam of the door knocked my thoughts away, and I jolted my head up to look. The second officer was a woman. She had fiery red hair, styled into big bouncy curls that sat beautifully on her shoulders. She had a hard face, but she made me feel more comfortable. Less intimidated. Maybe it's the presence of another female, or her possibly understanding what it could be like for a woman to be controlled and hurt like I was. Either way I felt a lot more relaxed.

"Hi, I'm Angela" she sat opposite me, wide smile spread across her face, waiting for her colleague to sit. I never did get his name actually.

"And I'm Mark"

"So, Daisy, we see that you're here to discuss your ex-husband?" Angela started, looking over my report.

"Er-r y-yes" I couldn't help the stutter. My lips trembled at having to speak what happened out loud. I needed Nate, I wish he could of come in with me.

"Feel free to start whenever you need to"

I nodded, pulling on the hem of my orange dress, looking around the room before opening my mouth.

"He's my husband still. Not ex" I started.

They both nodded patiently, as they waited for me to continue.

It took me forty minutes to finish my story. By then I'd cried an ocean on the interview floor, and most likely sent both officers into a ball of rage or sickness. But then again they were used to this stuff, I'm sure if they reached this status then they'd witnessed a lot.

"Now, I hate to worry you" Mark began, a serious but worried look on his face. "But without evidence there is nothing we can do"

"However," Angela continues. "If he does come around, if he is here, you are to contact us immediately if he is to hurt you. There isn't anything we can do unless he physically touches you, or your daughter. She is his daughter too, so unfortunately we cannot stop him seeing her if he claims that's what he wants"

"I understand" I said, my heart crushing inside. I knew this already, but for some reason I hoped they could do something.

"Now we have a report, we're aware of the situation. But we do need evidence before we can act on anything. In the meantime, I suggest seeing somebody to talk to"

"I am" I replied. "I am seeing a counsellor"

"Well good" they both smiled, before handing me leaflets for women who have suffered abuse. I still couldn't say to myself that I had been. Something about that word made me feel weak, sick, stupid even.

As they walked me back through the dingy, narrow, corridor, I felt a swarm of butterflies fly through my tummy at the thought of Nate waiting for me. He'd spent so much of his undivided time looking after me and Hope, making us his priority, and today he'd took the day off work for me. Just to sit in here and wait for me to tell my story. He was the perfect gentleman.

His eyes lit at up the sight of me. He was still worried, I could see that all over him, but he was happy to see me. Most likely glad I'd made it out there without having a complete breakdown.

"You okay baby?" He pulled me into his arms, holding me at a distance so he could assess my face. "You've been crying"

"I'm perfect baby, at least I am now anyway" I hovered my lips over his for a small peck. Nothing could ruin the happiness Nate brought to me, I was unbelievably lucky to have him.

"Let's go get Hope beautiful"

She was at preschool this morning, and was due to finish in about an hour. By the time we drove over there, we'd only have twenty minutes to wait. Thankfully her tonsillitis had cleared up over the past few days, or we would of had to leave this even longer.

"So what did they say to you?" He asked, shifting his eyes from me to the road.

"They said what I expected, that without evidence there is nothing they can do. But it helps now they have a report on him if we do get some"

"And we won't, because he's not hurting you or Hope" he responded. I could see him gritting his teeth as his jaw tightened in anger.

I smiled over at him, biting my lip just watching him get so protective of me.

"What?" He questioned, a confused look on his face.

I giggled.

"Hey, don't laugh. What's so funny? Why you smiling at me like that?"

We stopped outside the school gates, and he looked at me waiting to respond.

"It's hot how protective you are of me" I looked him in the eyes, noticing his darken with lust.

"Elaborate baby" he pulled me across the console so I was sitting on his lap. I couldn't help look across the road to make sure no one could see us, luckily we were the first car here.

"Oi, look at me" he begged in a light tone, as I noticed something hard poking into my ass.

"It turns me on, and makes me wet as hell to see you go all alpha on me"

His lips reached up for mine, and I pulled back.

"Nuh, uh" I hummed, shaking my index finger at him. "You're not doing that here, you know better Mr billionaire" I teased, moving myself back to the passenger side.

His breathing heightened, his face was in pain, and I could see the straining in his jeans, but there was no way I was doing anything outside these school gates. Even if it was just an innocent kiss.

"Fuck, I love and hate you all at the same time right now" he rasped, trying to fight his need for me.

I would usually laugh, make a little joke out of it, but instead I just gazed at him as he did me. Knowing I did that to him, and made him feel that way, made me feel immensely confident in myself as well as us.

By the time I'd collected Hope, and we'd driven back to the apartment - Nate felt it was safe to do so now - I was exhausted.

We walked through the reception, only to be stopped when the lady behind the desk said she had something for me. A white envelope. Again, I presumed it would be a birthday card for Hope as it was tomorrow. It reminded me I hadn't booked anything, so as I opened it my mind didn't register straight away. I was too busy considering places we could take her.

We emerged into the elevator as a small daisy dropped out of the envelope, tickling my bare foot. I jumped right out of the spot, almost smacking my head off the back wall.

"Baby?"

It was the same flower. Not just because it was a Daisy, but it looked the exact same. Almost dead, decaying, and dirty just like the other one. My mind starting spinning as I thought about it being a sign. Maybe that was his plan for me, kill me and take Hope. My breathing became heavy as Nate held me against him. Hope was watching from the corner with fear as I shook endlessly.

The card was empty. It was literally a folded up piece of card with nothing on it. Even the name on the back was stuck on. There was no way of taking it to the police, but I'm pretty sure this was a warning. He knew where I was, and he was making sure I knew.

I looked down at Hope, back to Nate, and then my reflection in the mirror. I was putting the two most important people at danger, and I had to stop it.