Her.

Seventy One.

Faye wakes up groggy with a headache sitting up slowly analyzing she had been alone in a dark room, with moonlight shining through her red curtains. Her mind blank from the incident before, as she looks around in complete silence. Her chest heavy with pain slowly slipping out of bed but when she puts her body weight, her legs wobble falling onto the floor. She cries at the sudden feeling of pins and needles overcoming her, trying to lift herself up but her arms give out leaving her vulnerable on the floor, her cries stifled.

"Why me?" She sniffles. "Could happen to anyone else but no...has to be me dealing with this fucking shit."

She attempts again but fails miserable, "Guard!" She calls seconds after hearing heavy steps, the door opening it bringing in light before it fades, her yellow eyes falling on Harry who stood in front of her with a sad expression, "I said a guard."

"Faye-"

"Go away." She mutters looking down in disgust.

"Faye, let me help you." His voice soft holding out his strong hand. "Please, my love."

Faye looks at him not wanting the help but knowing this was the best it's going to get, annoyed grabbing his hand as he pulls her up. She can hardly stand until he puts her body weight on his, Faye looks up at him angry but gives in seeing the effort, "I still hate you." He ignores it with a heavy heart trying to lead her to the restroom seeing her steps were slow and weak, gripping his shirt with the fear he would let go.

"Faye, let me pick you up."

"No." She says throwing her arm at the door, opening it up as he flicks the light switch on. "I need to get this." Her determination remind Harry of him, thinking back when he was young he broke his ankle playing in the forest with his brothers. He grabbed wood and a spork he toke with him, holding his ankle in place limping in agony back to his house, before his father cursed at him but helped him to a better placement...Until his mother came home drunk and beat him to a pulp for 'being a disturbance' even after leaving Harry bleeding on the floor...he never blamed her for any of the abuse.

He sets Faye on the toilet, turning on the shower making sure it was at a good temperature, before he looks at Faye, "I'll be outside."

She didn't respond to him, he walks out the restroom closing the door behind him.

~

Harry sits on his chair, looking down in shame as the sound of the shower turning off, makes him look up. He was questioning his actions, knowing all the years of abuse he inflicted on Faye was the simple fact he had major predatory behavior; he just saw her sweet innocence and robbed it every chance he got...whether it was bribing her for a kiss after a Fathers Day gift or asking for freedom with friends ending up in a sexual favor that he fought for. He hadn't thought of her any other way until she was seven...when his meds had ran out...Haley threatening to leave after getting rid of Pandora but the mere thought of his youngest child gone from his grip...made fear. The only answer he knew was breaking Haley's sobriety...his life without Faye was meaningless without the running around and drama that made him hyped.

Harry was a sick man who obviously knew his good looks could make him get away with anything with the simple fact he was powerful enough to kill anyone he desired or wished with no trace coming back to him. Harry knew his worth, he never second guessed himself doing anything...Maybe it was guilt of earlier that made him sit here and think with Faye in such a weak state relying on him for his care despite her nasty comments, he knew despite everything he had done to his daughter; she'd still stand by him. Faye's didn't know how to love her father but she still gave it her best shot considering how Harry ruined every chance she got...All Faye knew was sex and abuse was the way through life and without that ...you lose it all.

His mind going back to the day he found out Haley bought plane tickets, ready to sneak away in the night but stopping her. She was screaming about how she couldn't let her kids fall under him, how toxic and abusive he was, her kids giving her a meaning in life...how she would rather die to see him destroy them until in a fit of rage he beat her degrading her...It was craziest Haley ever seen him until he threw a bag of coke onto the floor, she fought of course until he used his soft voice with vile words convincing her he was the only thing she needed. Haley toke the bag and from there spiraled to heavy abuse with it...Harry having his little girl back refusing to let anyone else try to steal her away.

Faye suddenly puts her hand on Harry's thigh for support, his eyes wide snapping out of his head seeing she made it towards him. She grunts as he grabs her wrist but she pushes him down with her other arm, "Rose?" He tries to stand up to help but she sits on his lap wrapped in a towel, "Rose!"

She adjust herself on his lap, his eyes wide with concern at what she was doing before, she makes herself comfortable. "Braid my hair." She demands making him raise his brows.

"Rose, I haven't done it since you were fourteen."

"Braid it, old man." She jokes in a monotone voice making him scoff. "I'm willing to be nice for this only."

"Nice? You were never a nice girl." He says separating her hair wet thick hair in three pieces.

"I was nice until you started on a rampage." Faye shoots back making Harry frown.

"I know you hate me Faye but-"

"But what? I have to let go? I have to forgive you while I'm stuck in this room?" Faye rolls her eyes. "There is no forgiving you, for all you've done."

Harry sighs quickening his pace with her hair nervous with the guilt eating him alive, "Please stop, Faye...I hate this."

"Stop what?" She turns her head cutting him off almost done with the braid, her big eyes meeting his sad ones. "I just wanna know why."

"I...I..." He blinks a few times off guard by the question with fear trying to get up but she pushes him down weakly, his face with shock. "Rose, you can't do this to me."

"I love you." She whispers resting her head on his chest, relaxing her body, Harry feeling sick he was thinking something else. She hears her fathers heart beat quicken with a tense body, "I need to leave this room, Harry."

"No." He says sternly. "My mistake was not keeping you hidden."

"Harry, I'm not going to leave the house...you can have a guard if you like...I just can't be trapped here."

"No." He repeats more angry. "I have a business meeting tomorrow and I can't have them know you're here."

Faye picks her head up, looking sad. "I just need five minutes out."

He shakes his head as she looks down at the floor with pain, his guilt screaming to let her out with guards watching but he couldn't let his peers look at his daughter; they'd steal her away. Faye couldn't be with anyone else but Harry, he knew how sick it was but...he couldn't let her go. "Rose, I'm sorry but...I can't."

"Don't make me do it." She says looking at him with tears making his face drop, "Don't make run away."

His body relaxing at her last sentence, "There's no possible way for you to leave, Rose." He smiles stroking her hair.