My hero, my lover.

Chaptet 27.

Chapter 27- steamed glass.

Finding Becca in a deep slumber, Alan smiled and quietly closed the door, not wanting to disturb her. Walking down the hallway, downstairs and in to the kitchen, he set about making breakfast for both himself and Becca.

Thinking to himself, he still felt uneasy about the nightmare he had last night. The emotions he had upon waking up from it was too much to bare and found that he wouldn't be able to deal with such a thing happening to her. Something had to be done, and fast. He needed new guards, young and strong people were required so that they had speed and agility on their side if such an attack were to occur.

Sighing to himself, he finished breakfast and placed it upon a tray an carries it to Becca's room. Knocking lightly on the door, he opened it and saw she had rolled away from facing the door and covered herself with the covers to block out the light shining through the curtains. Chuckling, he placed the breakfast on the bedside table and headed toward the curtains and pushed them open.

Hearing a grunt, he turned and saw Becca pull the sheets over her head and groan in displeasure at the amount of light in the room, she definitely wasn't a morning person. Walking over to the bed, Alan climbed under the sheets and found her smirking at him and staring at her.

"Good morning sleepy head." Alan spoke softly. She only grunted in return.

"Well this is a first, waking up finding you crawling under my sheets." She said in a flirtatious tone. Alan winked and pulled the covers off both of them, throwing it to the end of the bed. Becca squeezed her eyes shut upon the burst of light.

"Thanks for slowly adjusting me to the light." She said sarcastically, he only laughed and rolled on top of her.

"I made up breakfast." She looked to her right and smiled upon finding her meal.

"Oh so that's what smells so good." She smirked.

"Low blow Becca, low blow." Alan said in a hurt tone but laughed after. She sat up and pulled the tray on to her lap and tucked in to her breakfast.

After finishing, Becca thought to herself that Alan was being a little bit quiet. Placing the tray to the side, she crawled over to Alan and held his hand.

"Darling, you have been a little on the quiet side, what's wrong?"

"I had a nightmare last night, I don't really want to replay what happened as it was horrid and the wounds are still quite raw, metaphorically speaking. But all I'm going to say is I'm going to be getting better security for this place and I'm not letting you out of my sight." He said, with a concerned and thoughtful expression.

I nodded in understanding though I wish I knew what it was that made him so paranoid. I kissed him lightly and shooed him from the room as I was going for a shower and to get ready for the day.

I walked in to the bathroom and turned on the shower, allowing the water to heat up before stepping inside, I brushed my hair and climbed out of my night gown and climbed in to the shower as quickly as possible as I didn't want to feel the cold.

I washed my hair and allowed the water to run down my face, allowing it to sooth my aching muscles. This gave me time to reflect on what has happened since I met Alan. It has been rather eventful.

I was practically raped by Ronald, I was kidnapped, I ran away and I was almost murdered, but instead ended up in a coma. What and eventful relationship this has been. But she wouldn't change it for anything.

Turning the water off, Becca stepped out the shower and walked over to the towels and wrapped herself up to stop the cold getting to her. Walking over to the sink she grabbed her tooth brush and began to brush her teeth. The heat of the water had steamed up the windows and mirrors living moisture and droplets on them. Turning to face the shower door, still brushing her teeth, she noticed water droplets running down the door from what looked like writing.

Walking closer, ever so slowly the writing began to form four words. Standing in front of the door she noticed the window was open to the right of her. Turning back to the door she read the writing and began to shake.

'We're coming for you'.

"ALAN!!!"