The Night I Was Saved

Chapter Thirty-Four

HARRY POTTER STAR HERO FIENNES TIFFIN (23) INVOLVED IN SHOCKING KIDNAP-DRAMA.

The 23-year-old, that received fame for portraying the young Tom Riddle at age 10 alongside his uncle Ralph Fiennes, has reportedly been involved in the discovery of a young woman that was held against her will.

On the night of twelve to thirteen December 2020, the son of director Martha Fiennes and cinematographer George Tiffin stumbled upon a young woman in labor during his working shift.

Sources confirm that Fiennes Tiffin, who has left his acting days behind and is now working as a police officer in central London, found the woman in an apartment after receiving a call from a neighbor.

The woman, whose identity is not known yet, gave birth to a healthy baby girl before they were brought to the hospital. After a ten-day stay, Fiennes Tiffin reportedly offered shelter to the pair, and by that living up to his name as he acted up as a real-life hero.

My nostrils flare and I feel how aggression and anger are slowly filling my veins as my eyes read over the sentences. A million questions run through my mind; the why? The who? The how? The when?

Harry Potter star, as if I was in all eight movies for Christ's sake. Alongside uncle Ralph Fiennes, because they fucking need the name to make this story click-worthy. At this point, I'm almost thankful that the fucking asshole who gave them this story had the decency to keep Jo's name and the name of her daughter out of it. Who the fuck talked?

I'm lying on my bed still, my phone held above my face, and I try with all my might to stay still even though inside I'm raging. All I want to do is jump up and trash the whole fucking room before hunting the bastard that thought it was necessary to sell this story, but for the sake of the two girls in my bed, I won't. I can't.

"Hero, what's wrong? Is it something bad? Did something happen?" Jo's worried, still sleepy voice fills the room. It barely outsounds the buzz in my ears, but I try to focus on her anyway. I need it. I need to approach this just as I do with cases at work, the way I've been taught; calm, collected, and definitely with my head present. I can't act on the rage that's blinding me at this very moment.

I let my phone fall beside me on the bed, and then take a deep breath while I roughly move my hands over my face to rub away the sleep that still lingered there even though I'm wide awake. I then turn so I'm facing Jo, and I find her looking at me with a frown cracked in her forehead.

My eyes flicker to Daisy, who is still drinking contentedly, completely oblivious to how I went from relaxed and utterly happy to furious and ready to kill just now. Her eyes are closed, and I hear how she swallows Jo's milk. I scoot a little closer once more, wanting to feel her small, warm body against me so I come somewhat closer to the feeling I had before I looked at my damn phone.

"Hero," Jo's voice pipes up again, this time a little more urgent. She also lifts her hand and places it on my jaw, her fingers sprawled out of my skin. "Is everyone okay?"

Her blue-grey orbs are filled with worry, and as she waits for an answer her teeth have found her lower lip. Her eyes are scanning my face intently, and I can tell she's nervous. I'm sure that -if Daisy wasn't drinking from her and she was a little more confident- she would've just leaned over to grab my phone and take matters in her own hand.

"Everyone is okay," I tell her while moving my arm around both of them, bringing them a little closer. "But I'll have to call my mum in a bit."