Her.

Seventy.

~Years Ahead~

Harry enters his room seeing Faye lying down, in the same position she had been in for five years, noticing her features still remaining the same, he sits down sighing his birthday ruined that Faye still had yet woken up considering she was getting the best care at her home, trying ways to wake her but the more she wasn't reacting the more he grew sad...Five fucking miserable years staring at her in that bed, her body seeming much better than the beginning, yet made no progress.

He shakes his head, finishing his last bite of cake not even enjoying that before he tosses it onto the floor running a hand through his black curls, rubbing his stubble going along his jawline, dressed in a black suit that fit around his muscular body exposing the beginning of his chest...All the horrible memories he gave her, hitting him like a brick every day, somehow regretting it knowing how she was under his spell. Harry was the only weakness Faye had in life, and he knew it.

Harry gets up standing in front of Faye, "Wake up." He speaks low with pain behind it grabbing her ankles with strength to see if there was a reaction. "Wake up, Faye." He repeats louder gripping her skin more roughly, angered. "Faye, wake the fuck up!" His voice growing loud yanking her body closer to him, he lets go gasping overtaken with regret. He steps back seeing her heart monitor beats hadn't change, still no way of showing life, "Faye, dammit!" He yells in frustration making his way towards the side of her, "It's been five years, don't you think I've suffered enough?" His voice cracks backing away fighting his tears before he exits knowing his emotions would take over.

~

Harry fixes his shirt entering his room, seeing an empty in bed gasping as his mind raced with thoughts making his way to the bed, before seeing Faye on the floor in fear with blood leaking from her nose, "Faye!' He yells as she looks at him screaming in fear swinging her arms as he bent down to help. "Faye,-"

"Who are you?" She screams in horror trying to get up but she hadn't walk in five years so she sat their breathing heavy. "Where am I?!"

Harry snorts at her thinking it was a joke continuing to attempt to help but she lets out an ear piercing screech as he backs away, her face bright red as she continued with Harry's chest feeling heavy, realizing she wasn't kidding. "Let me go!" She screeches with rage and confusion before she stops grabbing onto the bed for support but failing to do so.

"Guards!" Harry yells from the door way, "Guards!" Three men appear from up the stairs, "Get the doctor here, now!"

~

After an hour of being locked from his room, Harry stands nervously as the doctor exits with a concerned face, "Well?" Harry bits his nails.

She sighs, "She remembers everything now...it definitely wasn't a pretty sight to explain her injuries but...she is still in a fragile state with the injuries." The doctor explains. "Faye just needs to take in everything at her own speed because stress will worsen her condition." Harry nods, looking back at the room eyeing Faye who was sitting with her back turned, "Let me know if I can do anything else." He gives a small smile as she walks off with Harry entering the room.

"Faye." He speaks softly approaching her with concern, putting a hand on her shoulder, in a movement she swings her hand with a needle at his eye stabbing him hard as he screams in pain falling back throwing the needle onto the floor with blood leaking. "You evil bitch!" He screeches in horror before footsteps enter the room, "Sedate her." He speaks as she suddenly remains calm as the doctor injected her with a liquid before another doctor comes to Harry putting pressure on his eye as he yells in agony.

~

Harry enters his room once again with an eye patch on his injured eye, Faye lying down on the bed staring at the ceiling. "Five years." She mutters in disbelief. "Five years you kept me in this fucking prison."

"Bold move you did earlier." Harry says sarcastically.

"Let me go back to America, Harry."

"No," He shakes his head violently, "My first mistake was letting talk me into sending you to the public and I'm fixing this mistake...You can't even be around people without someone hurt in the process."

"Fuck You." She spits sitting up staring at him with rage. "You only why I'm here; to abuse me even more until you get tired and kill me."

Harry bites on his lip, "I haven't had any temptations."

"You shouldn't have any!" She yells.

"Look, you're staying here with or without consent." He explains. "I refuse for you to be around William or London."

"Pandora told me everything." Harrys brows raised. "Your such a pathetic sucker, preying on young girls who can't fight...using the same excuse over and over...you sad sack of shit."

"Pandora doesn't know shit." Harry snaps back, "Whatever she told you was bullshit, another failure of mine."

"There gonna look for me." Faye smiles. "They'll come looking and you're gonna shit your pants."

"Its been five years, Faye." He laughs.

"You evil motherfucker." Faye says with gritted teeth as she had tears stream down her face, "Why couldn't you be the one dead?"

"Faye, you're breaking your own heart giving on these false hopes." Harry shakes his head with Faye breaking eye contact with agony. "You keep giving feeding yourself fucking fairytales and I'm so glad to keep laughing at how much of a failure-"

Faye suddenly drops onto the floor cutting him off, He gasp seeing her uncontrollably shake with panic, the stress of it all taking a big toll. "Hey!" He shouts reaching down to hold her. "Help!" He then yells looking out the door with heavy footsteps approaching rapidly with foam escaping her lips as the shaking increases.

"Harry!" The doctor yells pulling out a needle before bending down , injecting her quickly.

They all stand in shock seeing Faye's chest pumping up and down slow down by the seconds going by with the foam still drooling down her mouth before she went limp, closing her eyes.

"Harry, I told you she cannot handle stress." The doctor says sternly. "You want your daughter alive you have to keep the stress to a minimum."

"But-"

"Harry, there are no excuses especially with her coming out of a deep coma." She continues. "Faye, needs time to rest and spend time alone...she can't handle this right now."