I walked her home, but she said that she did not want me to lose more sleep than I already had. Yet I would've stayed awake for days when it comes to her and I would've made sure that she would be taken care for even attempting to fall asleep but this was her wish and like always her wish is my command and I will do whatever it takes to please her. The kiss that we shared earlier tonight was the best one of my life and I wish that I could kiss her again and again and again forever.

She tasted so sweet, despite her eating bitter chocolate and mint ice cream, and I would do anything to taste her again, to feel her soft lips on mine. As I walk home I can't stop thinking about that kiss that we shared and how much I want more, I need more. I need her. Lila is the girl that I will one day make my wife but only if she wants to. She is all that I need in my life and there is not a day that goes by that I'm not thinking about her, she has been in my thoughts from the moment I saw her for the first time.

Walking down the streets now it feels as if something is missing and it will not take a genius to know that she is missing as she should be by my side. But just as I'm about to walk inside my apartment my phone starts ringing. I pick it up and see her name across my screen. "Lila, is there something wrong?" I ask her, I find it rather odd that she is calling me right now but I will take what I can get from her.

"There's someone here" She whispers, I can hear it in her voice that there is more fear than it has ever been. I'm quick to jump into action and run out and down the streets as fast as I can. "Can you see them?" I ask her. The anger inside me boiling. Her breath is so shaky as if she is trying to hold in her tears. "No, I hid in the closet. I saw a shadow before, and heard some sounds" She whispers. There is so much fear in her voice that I'm starting to fear for her.

My feet are running as fast as I can. "Don't move and don't make a sound. I'm coming over to you, just stay there, I'm coming" I tell her. I need to be there for her. Imagining her hurt is something that I will never be able to bear and I don't think I will ever be able to even think about it. I just have to protect her and make sure she is not harmed. Lila can't be hurt. She has hanged up the phone without a warning and that makes me feel worse than she could be in danger.

It is not until that I have run up her apartment with the spare keys that I had made for myself and entered her apartment, ready to tear anyone that I would find that were there but as I start searching through every single room there is no one. "Lila?" I call out into her room. I hear her sniffs in the small closest and I open the door. She lets out a small yelp but once she sees that it's me she starts to calm down a bit. "Lila?" I ask her once again and bend down on my knees.

She jumps into my embrace and hugs me as she cries. It breaks me to know that she is feeling like this, so I pick her up and lay her on the bed. She doesn't let go of me as she is crying her eyes out, her sobs are uncomfortable but at the same time she is so fragile and soft that I feel like one wrong move and I might break her. She is so precious to me that I fear that I might hurt her if I do something wrong and I don't want her to feel pain from me.

The anger inside me is not going away knowing that someone is playing a mean a cruel joke on my little dancer, she is suffering and someone is laughing at it. It's sick. The rage inside me is begging to b e released into the world and allow the one that hurt her to feel this pain but for now Lila needs me, and she needs me to hold her and make sure that she is safe and sound. It is not until her breaths have started to calm down that I realize that she's asleep in my arms.

I softly lay her down on the bed and pull the covers over her and check the room once again to make sure that there is nothing and no one that has come here to harm her before I do a final sweep of the apartment. Checking everywhere a person could hide. I don't find anything, however I do see one thing out of place since I was here yesterday. A picture has been moved on a shelf, it's a picture of Lila as she's dancing and it's a good picture too. I walk over to the picture and pick it up.

Looking closer I'm horrified of what I'm seeing. There is something behind the picture, a camera. A small one and someone would not notice it. I pick the camera up and notice that it is recording at this second. Someone has been watching her. This fills me with more rage than I have ever felt in life. With my bare hands I crush the camera until it is nothing more than pieces that are broken and ruined but that is not enough to satisfy my anger, nothing will ever satisfy my anger right now, nothing but being around her.