You had nowhere to go.

Everyone has left you.

You were kicked out of your house after your dad beat you.

So you did the only thing you can think of. You went to him.

You hated him, but you needed someone.

You were anxious as you walk up to his door. What if he turns you away like everyone else did, I mean why wouldn't he. He hates me.

You anxiously knock on his door with the last bit of energy you had.

He opens the door smirking as he sees you. "I knew you couldn't get enough of me" He grins.

You had nothing left in you so you just collapse at his doorstep, the infection from the wound getting worse.

His smirk was quickly wiped and he grabbed your face. "Who the hell did this to you?"

You couldn't respond.

He picked you up bridal style and rushed you inside.

Everything was fading, but you saw him screaming at his staff, demanding them to help you.

Maybe he wasn't so bad.

"Don't worry, my love. I've got you now." He whispered before everything went black.