There are days in which you know your whole life is about to change. It's hard to tell those days apart from regular days until you reach that moment- that pivotal moment in which your whole world freezes, and the world never seems to spin the same again.

I've had several of those days in my short years. Some of them were happy moments. The day that my daughter was born was the happiest day of my life, despite my dire circumstances. From there, the next happiest day of my life was the day that I allowed myself to feel something with Alex. The night I was first his. The weeks we've spent together, those are the days that have been worth it.

You think that this happiness, this joy, is never ending. You pray that it won't slip away. But it would be life if there wasn't obstacles, if there wasn't any pain.

As many happy days I've had, I've also had some full of heartache. No details are needed for those; they all revolve around Gerald and my dad. But the day that everything changed, the day my life ended, that's when I realized I had never felt true pain.

The sun is shining bright, as it always does when I am with Alex. He was staring at me, yet again, with that flirty smile of his.

"Good morning, babe," he murmurs, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. He lingers there for a moment, before kissing me once again with more passion. I wasn't sure what made him kiss me like that, but I let myself feel his love, everything that he was giving to me.

"What is this for?" I asked, feeling how his hand went down and traveled between my legs.

"I want to pleasure my woman," he said huskily, burying his face in my neck. "There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

I tried to say no, but all that left my lips was a small moan. Alex chuckled softly, as he begun his mission. My eyes closed, while I heard his soft whispers of love.

"Alex..."

"Mm, si bella?"

I moaned. He was bringing out the Italian part of him which he knew was my weakness. I felt him enter a finger inside of me and all I felt like I was flying, until he spoke.

"Sei molto sensibile quando ti tocco, amore mio."

(You are very sensitive to my touch, my love)

When my eyes opened again, he was fixated on my face, as if memorizing each and everyone of the reactions he was causing in me.

In just the month I'd been living with him, he had managed to make me feel comfortable in my own skin. He made me feel beautiful, not just when he touched me or when we made love, but also when he would randomly glance at me with loving eyes. He made me feel desired, in the best possible way. Alex would always put my pleasure before his, and I was his, in every sense of the word.

"Come for me, Eileen."

My body complied as soon as the words left his lips. Soon he was on top of me, building me up yet again.

"You... You surprise me Moretti," I said, trying to suppress my moans so we wouldn't wake up Luke and Angie. Alex smiled, taking my hands in his and pinning them up and over my head.

"It shouldn't," he whispered. "You know I only want to make you feel good."

I kissed him once again and we made love until we heard movement outside in the hallway. I would never stop craving his touch. He'd become a vital part of my life, a part that I was never going to give up. Not only did I feel like I was worth everything to him, he proved it to me every day.

"I'm always going to love waking up to you like this," he said quietly.

"Me too."

It didn't take long for us to get dressed and wake up Angie, as was now our routine. It was her last day going to Sherman's Academy before we began homeschooling her, and I was glad that it was done and over with. Soon I hoped to go back to school too, even if it was in a few months.

The relationship with my dad was still rocky at times- we were getting to know each other once again. But I was grateful we had this opportunity to reconnect. Lucas wasn't too fond of him, but I trusted that one day he'd realize that he had just made a mistake. My twenty-first birthday was only a week away, and I couldn't think of a better way to spend it than like this, with the people I loved and had restored every part of me.

My dad accompanied me to pick up Angie. It was a beautiful day, except for a few clouds that wouldn't allow the sun to completely shine through. I didn't think anything of it, the sky looked beautiful either way. Then again, everything looked amazing to me lately. We were making simple conversation; nowadays we talked just to hear each others voices.

"Were Nicole and you ever a thing?" I asked him after years of curiosity.

He glanced over at me when we arrived at a red light before letting out a deep sigh.

"Kind of. We never formalized anything, and after you left, well... I didn't really look for a relationship."

"She was nice. I remember her a lot..."

"She was very fond of you. She nearly killed me when I told her what happened. I kid you not, she pulled out her gun and shot down at my feet. Nicole lost her shit that day."

"You should try to talk to her," I told my dad smiling. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Ever the matchmaker."

We picked up Angie who seemed to have had a great last day in school. Victoria, of course, was glad she wouldn't have to see me around anymore, or Alex. It was a constant reminder for her to know that she wasn't the one with him.

"Have a good day," I said to her, forcing a smile.

"Yes, I will. Be careful out there," Victoria replied. Her words didn't unnerve me, though perhaps they should have. Maybe they were just a sign of the storm to come.

We settled Angela in the car, and I went to sit at the front seat with my dad. Angela was telling us about her friends and how much she would miss them, her small voice full of excitement.

"It's your mom's birthday next week," my dad said to Angie who started squealing. "What are you giving her?"

"Daddy Alex and I have a surprise for her!"

"You do?" I asked her.

"They do," my dad confirmed with a smile.

"What is it?" I asked my dad, suddenly feeling giddy like a child.

My dad shrugged. "It won't be a surprise if I tell you. Just be prepared. I'm sure you'll love it."

We were about five minutes from the house, when my phone rang. It was Marty. I was thrilled to hear from him. Though we always spoke, I missed him. And the pastries, never forget the pastries.

"Marty! How are you?"

A low chuckle was my response. Just like that, a numbing feeling ran down my spine, dread filling every inch of my body. It didn't take much for me to know who it was, or what was happening. My throat closed up and at that moment the rest of the world ceased to exist. With trembling hands, I held the phone to my ear, only to hear Marty in the distance cursing.

"Hello?" I said, my voice betraying the strength I tried to portray.

"Ah, Eileen. It's so good to hear your voice again. It was a bad idea to change your phone number, I was forced to come look for it."

My dad instantly pulled over, and began typing on his phone. I was mute, I couldn't speak, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions, my heart felt like it was going to burst out my chest. It was as if someone had their hand around my throat, squeezing so tightly so that no air could leave or enter my lungs.

"Don't be so quiet. Remember I hate when you're quiet," Gerald said with what I could sense was a smile.

Marty yelled again, and this time it was followed by a pained cry.

"Please, please don't hurt him," I whispered. "What do you want?"

"You can't possibly be that stupid," Gerald snarled. "You know the answer to that. You have ten minutes, if not, this bastard is dead. And tell that father of yours he'll get what's coming to him."

The line went dead, but I couldn't seem to lower the phone.

"Eileen, princess," my dad pleaded, taking my hand in his. "Please, Eileen look at me."

I turned to face the man who had turned his back on me before, worry and fury gracing his face.

"Mommy, what's going on?" Angie asked from the back.

Her voice brought me back to the moment. I needed to get Marty safe, but I also needed to get Angie out of here.

"Nothing baby," I said. "Mommy needs to go to the cafe for a little bit."

My dad shook his head, cursing. "You will not go over there. Let me handle him."

"He has Marty. Please, please, let me go. Take Angie, get her to safety. If you love me, you will keep her safe. Let Alex and Lucas know where I am and they'll be there. Please, daddy. I need you to take Angie, take care of her."

I saw my dad give in the moment I called him daddy.

I wasn't even able to enter the cafe. As soon as I stepped out of the car, I saw him. His hair had grayed some, but I could still see he was strong. His green eyes held the same evil glint I remembered from the last time, and I knew, I just knew, things would never be the same.

"Fucking coward!" he snarled, dragging me by the arm to an old car. "He's leaving isn't he?"

I pulled away from him, trying to grab hold of the gun I had hidden in my holster, but soon his hand was on my hair, forcing me into his car. I whimpered in pain but couldn't stop him from hurting me as he pushed me inside the car, his body settled between my legs.

All the memories rushed through my mind, and I was tempted to just let him end everything there. I prayed that he wouldn't feel for a weapon on me, but his former police instincts took over and he patted me down, removing the gun I had with me.

"Pretty little bitch has gone bad ass now, huh? It's a shame I won't get to see that side of you."

I spat at him, and he snarled, his hand around my throat.

"Fuck you," I hissed.

"Later. Now stay quiet while we find that dad of yours."

He pulled my hair once again, and just as I felt the impact of his gun on my head, I saw the faint image of Moretti's car pulling up.

I prayed that it wasn't too late.

My eyes fluttered opened at the sound of resonating fireworks going off. I seemed to be in a car and it took me a moment to understand why. I jerked, a throbbing pain in my skull as I moved. I felt wet, and when I managed to lift myself up, I realized there was blood. The car came to a sudden stop and as much as I tried to listen to what was happening, all the voices around me were muffled.

I was suddenly pulled out of the car, as forceful hands forced my arm back in a way that wasn't humanly possible and felt it pop. I struggled to keep my wobbling legs upright. My dad's car was far in the distance, the back of it was smashed, deformed. I saw Luke there, struggling to open the crumbled door, but couldn't make much sense of what he was yelling. The front of the car was smashed against a tree, making it take an odd shape. I could hear some faint yelling, but couldn't tell who it was. It was then that I noticed the front of Gerald's car also bent. I'd been unconscious and didn't feel the impact.

After squinting several times, I was finally able to focus on the man in front of me. Alex was standing there, a gun raised, pointing straight towards Gerald and I.

"You fucking bitch," Gerald hissed in my ear. "You've been fucking around haven't you? You thought that after opening that mouth of yours everything would end. I lost everything because of you."

I whimpered in pain, everything was spinning, and I could feel blood trickling down my neck.

"Let her go," said Alex, taking a step forward.

I felt the nuzzle of Gerald's gun on my neck, his other hand creeping down between my legs. I would have fought- but I was so weak, I could barely breathe.

"You motherfucker!" Alex snarled. "Don't touch her!"

"You want me to fuck her in front of you?" Gerald asked, "I don't think she'd mind. She's done fighting."

I hoped Alex could see how much I loved him, but he wasn't looking at me. He glanced back to my father's car, where I could make out a Angela's small body in Luke's arms. He appeared to be cursing and slammed his fist on the deformed car, now struggling to open the drivers door.

"Rot in fucking hell," Alex snarled, focusing his attention back on us.

A gun went off, and everything went black.

I knew it was bad the moment I saw Gerald slam his car into Raymond's. It was fucking bad. I pulled out the gun, and began shooting, praying that Eileen was not in the way. As soon as I saw Gerald stepping out, I shot once again, trying to get the motherfucker down, but he was too fast.

"Go!" Urged Lucas, "I'll get Angie out, go!"

I heard Raymond's voice yelling, calling Angela's name but I couldn't focus on that. I needed to get rid of Gerald.

The next minutes felt like an eternity. I saw the way he fucking touched her, how he mocked me. Eileen was pale, so pale I was surprised that she was even able to stand. She didn't seem too hurt, but there was blood oozing from her head and the way that he was pulling on her hair didn't seem to bother her anymore.

I glanced back, and saw Angie being carried in Luke's arms. She was hurt.

"Rot in fucking hell," I snarled, then I pulled the trigger and watched both Eileen and Gerald fall to the ground.

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