My hero, my lover.

Chapter 21.

Chapter 21-Bed sheets.
After cleaning the ridiculous amount of blood off their clothing, both Rebecca and Alan sat in the kitchen of his manor drinking hot chocolate to calm their nerves and to at least have a talk about what had happened to Rebecca whilst Alan was away. He felt so guilty for letting her out of his site for only a few minutes and here she is being hunted yet again. At least he got some relief to the fact that this time she wasn't in a coma.

Taking a sip of his hot chocolate he thought this to be the appropriate time to ask a few questions.
"Rebecca, my love, what did they do to you?" Her eyes widened and she gulped down the mouth full of hot chocolate she just took a swig of.
"Well, ummm.... They told me that they were hired by Ronald to come collect me and treat me how they wished. So, you know how thugs are, they will do anything to get their hands dirty. So they hit me with a few metal rods and just their fists. I must say I was surprised that I didn't pass out." She said truthfully.

Alan sighed. He seriously wished he got their quicker so she didn't have to endure the pain that must have caused. He placed his cup on the table and took a hold of her one free hand.
"Rebecca, I promise whole heartedly that I will never let you out of my sight and I will protect you with my life." Alan said honestly. Rebecca pulled her hand out of his roughly.

"Alan, I don't want you to make these promises! I don't want to lose you or get you hurt because of myself! Also if something were to happen to you, all your fans as well as me will be distraught if this cost you your life! I need you and the rest of the world needs you!" She said, tears beginning to stream down her face. This broke Alan's heart, he doesn't want to hurt her by saying these things and he understands that she doesn't want him to get hurt for her sake but there was nothing that she could say to stop him from protecting her, she means too much to him to not be able to do this for her.
"Then what about your family, what about me? We need you too! What I am saying is very valid indeed. Your argument is valid but what you said can also be said for you too! We need you, like you and the other fans need me." She just stared at Alan knowing he was right.

Rebecca pushed her chair out, rather roughly and bolted out the kitchen and towards her room, slamming her bedroom door in the process. She locked the door and turned and slid down the soft wood and began to sob. She didn't want Alan to get hurt. She knew one thing that she could do, but it would hurt him more than ever before. She didn't want to have to do this but their was no other choice.
Agreeing with what she was about to do she thought she would get some sleep for a while.
Alan's P.O.V.
She ran off, there is no point in me chasing her because she is just going to go to her room. He thought. There was a slam that certified Alan's thought. Finishing his hot chocolate and pouring the rest of Becca's down the sink, he headed for his own room. Closing the door, very lightly till he heard the click of the latch, he turned and walked towards his chester draws beside his four post bed. Pulling out the top draw, he pulled out a fresh pair of boxers to sleep in. Sliding his hand down the back of the draw and pulling on a little latch, the bottom opened up and revealed what looked to be a little piece of card.

Picking it up and turning it over Alan inspected the photo for what seemed like the millionth time. It was a picture of a pretty young lady, Rebecca off some CCTV camera from one of the times that she went to go see Alan at a little screening or convention. She was in a beautiful red dress walking down a hall way toward a buffet table. She looked so elegant and sophisticated; he couldn't help but ask for a picture from the security guy who watches the CCTV recordings. Placing the photo back and kept it face own, Alan pushed lightly on the wood till it closed and looked like an ordinary draw again and pushed it to a close.

He changed into his clean boxers and brushed his teeth and climbed into his cold but soft bed and lay facing the wall. The last thought on his mind before he fell asleep was the ways he could protect Rebecca.

No one's P.O.V.
Rebecca woke up to the little alarm she set and turned it off. She sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes to wake herself up. Flinging the bed sheets off of herself, she slipped out of bed and walking lightly toward her wardrobe and got in to some warmer clothing, then she pulled out a large duffle bag from the bottom of her wardrobe and walked over to her bed again and lay the bag upon it. Going under the bed she pulled out the hidden box, full of things to do with Alan. Pulling the lid off she picked up a picture of Alan and slipped it into her duffle bag at the very top so it didn't get crumpled. Pulling on her coat and scarf and doing them both tightly, Rebecca flung the bag onto her back, heavily and walked over to her window. She threw some tied bed sheets over the edge and tied the other end to the bed post before hanging out the window on the sheets. Sighing she took one last look into her room.

"Im sorry Alan, this has to be done." She said before she started her decent on the sheets.