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Chloe's father POV.

It's raining tonight, and a storm is raging in the dark cloudy sky.

The room was completely silent except the flicker noises of the fire in the fireplace. I'm sitting on the chair, thinking. It's ironically that I never actually sit down and spend time in my own house until that incident. But now the people I want to sit here beside me now are no longer here.

I still remember that fateful day, the day when I lost all contact of my little Chloe. They said that she ran away but there were also news that she was kidnapped. I tried to call Lauren hundreds of times, but she didn't pick no matter how many times I called her.

Finally, after 2 years, there are no news of Chloe. I buried myself to work, again, like when her mother died. But there were times when I couldn't hold my tears in when memories flooding back from the smallest things. I regret that I have never spent much time for my own daughter, regret that I should have paid more attention to her. I was never good at express myself but if I know some day she is going to disappear like that then I should have giving her more love. But every times I saw her, somewhere in me ache. Everything about her reminds me of my beloved wife.

Suddenly, a different sound lightly resounding through the sound of rain drops. Someone is outside the door.

I slowly stand up, trying to get myself together. Opened the door, a small figure with long hair, it's a girl. Lightning suddenly flashed behind her then those familiar eyes, those deep blue sea eyes meet with mind. Slowly revealing her face under her wet hoodie as she hurried into the house. I know those eyes! Her hair maybe different but it's really Chloe!

She handed me over a small baby that was sleeping soundly. She was carefully holding the baby through the rain.

"Dad...dy..." Chloe was about to fall down. I quickly hold her back as she lets me see her exhausted face.

"Chloe! Are you ok? Where were you all these year?" I panicked.

"Dad...I'm sorry...please...protect..." She whispered in my arms as she starting to close her eyes.

I put Chloe to her bed. I silently am watching over her. I really can't believe myself; the daughter I have been searching for two years suddenly appears again before me. Is this a dream? But I don't care, as long as I can see her safe here.

There are so many questions. Where have she been or what were she doing all these years? Is that baby hers? Why does she becomes so exhausted?...but looking at her sleeping face I thought just let her rest now.

Walking out of the room, to make some food for her when she wakes up but then again, how do you make porridge?

In the kitchen, while figuring out which is salt which is sugar, a loud bang sound of opening windows in Chloe's room. It's must be the wind. I hurried ran to her room to close it, but stopped by the door hearing her talking to someone.

"I'm ok Liz...this is my dad house." Chloe whispered faintly. "No. We were separated but it's ok he will figure it out. They won't finding us soon and please look over Dolce."

"Who are you talking to?" I walk inside and she looks at me with dead eyes, like when she was caught eating the cookies when she was five.

"...No one dad..." She slowly gets up but can't. "Dad..."

I suddenly remember how was. She was send to the Lyle house because she was sick but even now, I still didn't believe it.

"It's ok. I'll be back soon, I'll making your porridge then we will talk." And I go back doing what I was about to do.

Strangely, on the table suddenly there was a paper on how to do porridge and the ingredients have already taking out and did that spoon just moved on its own?

I stood there confusing then the baby in my daughter's room started to crying. It's already happened a few times since she got here and it won't stop crying no matter what I do unless let the baby sleeps beside Chloe. Now it is crying again because I let the baby on a different bed. Before I opened the door, the crying stops. I was surprise and thought my daughter is smoothing the baby. But I was wrong.

Before me now, is a really tall guy even taller than me. He was wet from the raining and maybe I was just imagining it but his fingers were like claws ago. He is holding the baby and strangely it didn't cry instead she was smiling and her hands are happily touching his face.

"It's ok Dol...let's go." He gently whispered to the baby.

He turns back to Chloe and caress her face with his hand, I was about to crash in there if she wasn't smiling at him back. She tried to get up and he supported her with his long arm. He looks very worried, like Chloe is something he is very treasured. She looks at him with a half-smile face "oh boy, can't help it."

Then she pulls him down and knocks his forehead with hers. "I'm ok really! I'm just a little tired. And Dolce, she is ok too."

He lets out a relieve face, then she began to close her eyes and theirs lips touch each other.

"We can't stay here long." He tried to become serious again.

"No. Derek, it's ok this is my..."

He didn't let her finish and carry her on his arm and about to jump out of the window – the way he came in.

I thought now is the time and crash in, "Hey! Put her down."

The guy ignore me until, "Dad!" Chloe shouted.

He turns around looking at her then to me with confusing face.

"Yes, she is my daughter. Now will you let her down and we can talk in the living room?"

He thought for a while then looks outside, Chloe seems to know what he is thinking and said, "It's ok, and Liz said they won't find us here yet."

He gently puts her down and hands her the baby, she caress and has a blissful smile on her face.

"You have a lot to explain to me young lady!" I look at them.