My heart pounds within my chest faster than it has ever done before and it is becomes one person and one person openly; Steel. He's here. He held me in his arms, and he has come to save me. The happiness is starting to break through the shell that it was once in and it's starting it become reality now. I touched his skin and never have I felt happier in my life than to touch him and to have him near me. I dress into the pants that he handed me and stand up from the ground and I find myself slowly walking to the open door.

Slowly peeking inside but I make sure that I'm out of sight I see that he's still on the floor with Steel looking over him. I only see Steel's back but I know he's angry. He clenches his fists as he kicks him in the stomach I think for the second time. He's in so much pain on the floor and the knife that is in his body and I can see it on his face when his eyes turn to look at me. He might be Mark's brother, but he has done so many bad things that I'm not even going to stop this.

Even when I know that he's going to kill him. Steel is going to kill him and I don't care about it. Somehow I want him to do it. The pain that I have felt by his hands and what Mark has bee going through. He has to pay for all of those things. "You think you can take something that doesn't belong to you!" Steel yells at him as he hopes down and starts to punch him while I stand there and watch him, letting all of his anger out on him.

"You used her in ways that no one deserve to be used! You destroyed her from the inside out! Lila is mine!" He yells at him. He punches him in the face and in the stomach and just everywhere, but he doesn't defend himself. Only takes the hint. Somehow I find myself enjoying watching this. Never have I been the person to enjoy violence after my horrid past but this is something that I enjoy. He doesn't say anything after that, just continues to punch him and punch him endlessly. He doesn't look like he's tired of it nor does he seem like he's going to stop.

All of a sudden he starts to throw angry words in another language which I'm not familiar with, and he speaks it fluently. I find my body wanting to be with Steel to take away all the darkness and bring me nothing but happiness. I turn away and lean against the wall. Still listening to him speak and when his fists collide with his body. I slide against the wall until I'm sitting on the ground and just staying there. Starting at the floor with a blank look and not caring for anything else.

I block out everything that I can hear and I don't even notice how there are people rushing to me and some try to speak to me but I don't hear what they say. I don't seem to hear nor feel anything as somehow I'm standing and someone is walking me up some stairs. My body feels so heavy and at any given moment I might not be able to keep my body standing. The world goes blank as I just stare down at my feet and while there is happiness inside me, I still feel as dead as I have always been.

Muffled voices all around me but words don't make themselves known to my mind as I don't even pay attention. Someone helps me sit somewhere, and they try to talk to me but I'm stating at the floor and at my bare feet. All I can think about is how this is all over. I'm free. I'm finally free. But am I? I still see his face and I can still feel his touch all over my body and I can still feel the knives when he takes me and I can still feel everything.

I don't break out of my trance until I hear Steel's voice. I look up at him, only to see that there are three people in police uniform dragging him out of the house. There is blood all over his clothes and his face is so angry but I don't feel afraid of him . I could never feel fear for Steel. He's the one that takes away the fear. I find myself standing up and walking over to them. Everyone stops right in their tracks when I'm in front of them and all eyes are on me, I can feel it but I do not care.

I look at him for a moment, my face remains emotionless but I do hope that my eyes are telling him how grateful I am to him and just how I truly feel for him. He stops struggling against the police officers, and he is looking at me. We're so close to one another, but we can't touch, no matter how much I wish to touch him. My eyes are searching his eyes and I know how much he cares for me. It's written so clearly in his eyes and I do hope he can read mine.

Because I don't think that I can speak now, I don't have the voice for it. I screamed so loudly when I was slammed into the floor before and everything was knocked out of me when it happened. My head is still pounding from hitting the floor and I think I felt the blood leak before but that doesn't matter to me as all that matters is him. As he's taken away from me all I want to do is hug him and be with him and make everything be all right again. All I want is him.