The rain had been pouring that night. Your pink hair has been soaked as he found your limp body shivering in the coldness. It was dangerous for you to be outside in this weather. Damian wraps a blanket around you, trying to stop people from seeing your nude body. But it's too late.

The blood runs from your back.

"I..I don't wanna die.." you say to Damian in a small, quiet voice. You sound like a lost child...

Damian runs his hand through your hair to the back of your head. He's nodding.

"I won't let you babygirl.. rest now. You deserve to rest peacefully" he says. "I'll kill them, I'll kill all of those fuckers" he says.

That was a few months ago. You don't remember much about it, but your husband, Damian, who just so happens to be 12 years older than you, hasn't let you leave the house at all. He's super strict about you leaving the house. You can't go outside without him. You don't even remember what happened, but it worsened your illness so it was a life threatening thing.

You're now in the hallway. Looking right out from behind the wall. Damian is on the phone. He's upset and it's late at night and he hasn't come to bed yet. So you went looking for him, he thinks you're asleep.

"Gavin, god damn it. I have to stay with Penny now. She's ill." Damian says. "no I can't go back to the fucking Mafia, it can put her in more danger-" he pauses as he makes eye contact with you. "I'll call you back." He says as he hangs up the phone.

He sighs as his gaze softens. "Penny, baby... Why aren't you sleeping?" He asks.

You're name is Penelope, you're his wife.