Beatrice wasn’t a good person.

There were a lot of things she was hiding, things she’d rather not have done and things she didn’t regret at all.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Everything went to shit when her last robbery went wrong, working alone had cost her dearly when the police arrived and she got shot in the leg when trying to escape.

She’d barely managed to crawl into a corner in an alley, it was a miracle they didn’t find her there.

That’s where you found her, barely staying awake due to blood loss. God, when she saw you she thought she was already dead and seeing angels.

Anyone would be hesitant to bring home a person in her circumstances, even more so when Beatrice asked you not to take her to the hospital. They’d find out about her history right away.

The worst thing is that you took his request into account. Seriously, it would have been too easy to take advantage of you. But being taken care of was so much more comfortable.

You bandaged her up, helped her, gave her a place to rest and heal for two weeks by now, all without even asking for an explanation of how it all happened or who she was. Knowing about her past would disappoint you, she was sure of that.

You were so kind that she thought you must have pitied her.

"Hey," She greeted you with a smile as soon as you returned home, sitting up on the couch with a slight groan due to her injury. "Y'know, the house is boring as hell when you're not around."