Quiet. It was so quiet...

I lay in bed thinking of the life I had now; a life with my amazing husband and beautiful daughter; our beautiful daughter.

My names Leela Lomax and my husband who I loved for so long was Trevor Royale. Our romance has been anything but simple, but we made it and we're finally happy, well, I guess, I just don't know anymore. I loved him right?

I met Trevor when I was eighteen and we had an on again off again relationship; he pushed, I pulled. We were both scared of our feelings, both scared of commitment but we couldn't let each other go, I guess this is how we got here today.

Trevor was in and out of prison most of his life, it was his second home. I knew he was good deep down, but knowing all the bad he did made me lonely and sometimes I questioned our future, but when push came to shove I couldn't let him go; the first time we split up it only lasted a week, a week, that was all I could go without him, because I did love him, I loved him so much it hurt.

I was startled from my thoughts by a soft tap at the closed bedroom door. I looked to my side to see the cold and empty space where Trevor usually slept and a single tear escaped my eye; cascading down my cheek as the knock sounded again along with a voice.

Quickly brushing the fallen tear away and willing the rest not to fall, I answered.

"Come in Sweetie"

"Mommy" my six-year-old little girl cried out as she jumped on the bed, wrapping her tiny arms around me and kissing my cheek causing me to smile in delight.

"Good morning princess, how is my little angel this morning?" I asked her.

I noticed her eyes looking in the direction of Trevor's side of the bed and I know she could tell something wasn't right.

I reached out and ran my hand down her cheek "Babe..."

"Where's Daddy?" Lily asked.

After I gave birth to Lily Trevor got arrested therefore missing the first year of her life, he didn't even know her name when he got realised; I chose the name, I mean she needed a name, and Trevor wasn't around so I named her myself.

"Mum..." Lily called out, breaking me from my thoughts once again.

"Dad went to work early" I told her, giving her a weak smile.

"But it's Saturday, he promised that he would take me to the park today" she moaned.

"They called him in, I'm sorry baby"

"Can you take me?" she asked hopefully.

"Not today babe, maybe tomorrow yeah?" I told her; I hated to break her little heart, she loved the park but I really wasn't up for taking her today.

"Do you love him?" she said suddenly, shocking me.

"Of course I do" I told her but she looked unsure.

"But you always fight" she whispered, looking down.

"Lily..." I sighed and she looked up at me "I do love him, just like he loves me and we both love you very much, I promise"

"Why do you always fight then? Polly said if you love someone you don't fight, but you and Daddy do and it makes me sad" she said, looking at me with sad eyes.

"Listen Lily, sometimes love is hard, very hard, when you're all grown up and meet that special one you will understand..." I started, but Lily spoke, cutting me off.

"I am grown up, you and Daddy say, I'm a big girl now" she said, giving me a big toothy grin.

"Yes you are a big girl, but I mean when you're even bigger..."

"Like you and Daddy?" she asked innocently.

"Yes baby, just like me and Daddy" I said, giving her a sad smile "How about you go play in your room for a bit and I'll come get you soon and we can have some breakfast okay?"

"Okay..." she jumped off the bed and skipped to the door "Maybe I can ask Ziggy to take me to the park" she said before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

Ziggy Roscoe was our neighbour. I had known him for years, he was a mate; always there for me even when I didn't want him, he was my rock; my best mate, but I carried this deep secret that threatened it all, and everytime me and Trevor argued it made me think about the massive lie I kept from everyone.

Deciding it was time to get out of bed I got up. I chucked the covers back and made my way to the door, heading for the bathroom.

"Lil, I'm just going in the shower are you okay?" I called to my daughter.

"Yeah" she called back so I went into the bathroom and jumped in the shower.

The warm water of the shower hit me and I felt relaxed for the first time in ages. I tried not to think where was Trevor? Can I do this anymore? All these unanswered questions filled with uncertainty, but really I knew the answer to my last thought, the answer was yes. YES. I loved him. I love him.

I was just finishing up my shower when I heard a knock sound at the door, followed by a pair of footprints running downstairs.

"I'll answer it Mum" came a distant voice.

I stepped out the shower and grabbed a tower, making my way out the door and downstairs.

So who do you think is at the do? What direction do you think this story will do in? I have it all planned out about what will happen, but what do you all think is going to happen? let me know you thoughts x