Hey! Sorry I didn't update last weekend. I was having an Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D marathon on Watch ABC. It was so awesome! Only, because I watched every episode, my butt went numb from sitting on my chair too long. Anyways, who else is looking forward to the next episode? I can't believe they made us wait two weeks for it! I can't handle all the suspense!

Anyways, I hope you like this chapter.

BTW, I'm dedicating this chapter to my friend Jasmine. She's almost as obsessed with this show as I am… I said almost. I'm probably the most obsessed Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D fan in the universe! All in all, shout-out to you Jasmine!

Grant's POV

It was about a week after Skye's dad showed up. Even though we hadn't seen him, Skye was still scared for her life. I was worried for her too. As long as that bastard is still out there, Skye isn't that safe. We were in the middle of a training session at the moment. She wore a midnight blue tank top with black sweatpants and blue sneakers. It was a total Skye outfit, comfortable and complementing. We paused for a break. "You're getting better." I said and took a drink of water.

"Was that a complement, Grant?" She asked sarcastically with a grin.

"Maybe." I said. She laughed a little and so did I. This is how I wanted it to be all the time. Her fully relaxed and making jokes, not living in fear that her father's going to attack her. I'm gonna make sure I make that happen. Just then, FitzSimmons walked in the room.

"Hey, guys, wanna grab lunch with us?" Simmons asked.

"We know a great place." Fitz continued.

I looked at Skye and she shrugged, "Sure." She said, "Just let me change out of these clothes."

"Me too." I said. FitzSimmons nodded and went into the lab. I took Skye by the hand and led her into the main bus. Just before we went our separate ways, I gave her a peck on the lips.

As she went into her bunk, I sighed at the thought that every night she has to try so hard to keep her nightmares at bay. All because of her dad. God, I hated that son of a bitch. He caused the Skye I grew to love to become a girl who can't even sleep at night because of the fear he caused. As I changed into my casual outfit of a white t-shirt, jeans and a motorcycle jacket, I kept thinking of all the ways I could kill him for what he did to Skye.

Skye, FitzSimmons and I walked into the restaurant. It was nice, but not too fancy. Skye had changed into a gray tank top with a purple and black flannel open over it, dark jeans, and combat boots. She had rolled up the sleeves of her flannel up to her elbows. The waitress escorted us to a booth. She handed us the menus. "Anything to drink?" She asked.

"I'll take a diet coke." Simmons said.

"Regular coke for me." Fitz said after.

"I'll take a beer." Skye said beside me.

"Okay." The waitress said. She was one of those brunette tramps who thought she could get anything with her looks. She looked towards me. "And for you, handsome?"

"Just a beer as well." I answered plainly. She walked away, but not without winking at me.

"Uh, Skye?" Fitz said.

"What?" Skye asked while glaring at the waitress.

"Your knuckles are turning white, love." Simmons pointed out.

Skye looked down and saw Simmons was right. Her fists were clenched so tight her knuckles were white as snow. She unclenched them with an embarrassed look on her face. I put my arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. "She has nothing on you." I whispered in her ear. She smiled and leaned her head on my shoulder.

Halfway through our lunch, Skye got up to go to the bathroom. "You okay?" Fitz asked me after she was out of sight.

"I'm fine." I said. Truth is I had no idea. I knew Skye was safe as long as she was with me, but whenever I lose sight of her, I get a little worried.

"You're worried for Skye." Simmons observed, "I can see it. You don't want to see her so scared."

I only nodded in response. She was right. I was extremely worried for Skye. With her father out there, anything could happen. And I didn't want to see her scared or even worse hurt. This worry only got worse when Skye didn't return after fifteen minutes. I guess FitzSimmons saw the worried look on my face because Fitz said, "Simmons, why don't you go check on Skye?"

She nodded and got up. A few minutes later, she ran back out in a panic and was holding something in her hands, "Guys, we've got a serious problem."

"What do you mean?" I asked worriedly as Fitz and I stood up.

"Skye wasn't in the bathroom." Simmons said. I suddenly got even more worried, if that was even possible, "I looked everywhere. She was nowhere to be found. All I found was her phone with this message on it." She held out her hand and I saw it was Skye's phone. It was open to the messages and a text message was about to be sent, "It was going to be sent to Ward."

I looked closer and saw it was supposed to be sent to me. The message read, Come find me –Big Daddy.

"That son of a bitch!" I yelled and slammed my fist down on the table. I stomped out the door to the car. Driving as fast as I could, I got back to the bus to tell Coulson. All that time all that was running through my head was, That mother fucker better not touch Skye or he's gonna regret it.

Skye's POV

I groaned as I opened my eyes. Where the hell am I? Last thing I remember is going to the bathroom in the restaurant and then it all went black. God, my head hurts. I could feel my own blood running down the side of my head. I tried to reach my hand up and rub it away, but I couldn't move it. I looked down and saw my hands and legs were tied to a chair. "The hell?" I asked myself. I took a look at my surroundings. It was like a warehouse. Boxes were stacked everywhere and there was only a few dim lights shinning. "Where am I?" I shouted into darkness.

"Somewhere your little friends and boyfriend will never find you." A familiar voice came from the shadows. The source of the voice came out into the light.

"Dad?" I asked. I should've known it was him.

"Yes, Skye." He sneered. He stepped closer towards me and I saw he had a gun in his hands, "You cost me thousands of dollars."

"You prostituted me!" I defended, "I was 15! Why the hell do you think I ran away?"

"And does your boyfriend know about that? What was his name?"

"Grant." I growled through gritted teeth, "And he does know about that. He was the one who convinced me not to kill myself."

"He should've let you kill yourself!" He yelled at me, "All you are is a fucking whore! He's probably dating you out of pity. The girl who was prostituted at age 15 and had an abusive father. What kind of guy would want to deal with a girl who that emotional burden?"

I looked down at my lap and thought over his words. Why Grant really just dating me out of pity? I do have a lot emotional baggage. A lot of guys don't really want to deal with that. "Grant loves me no matter what." I said shakily.

"Yeah right." He scoffed, "He'll probably dump you when you become too much of a burden on him. Well, I'll save him the time." He lifted the gun to be pointed at my head.

His finger curled around the trigger. I closed my eyes and braced myself for death. But the gunshot never sounded. I opened my eyes and saw a sight that almost made me cry.

Little bit of a cliffhanger for you guys. I know, aren't I the best? I think I'll make the next chapter the final chapter. Sorry. I know you guys love this story, but I have a couple other ideas for these two, so keep checking back in!

Quote of the day: Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. –Steve Jobs

Song Suggestion: Are You Happy Now? –Megan & Liz

See you next chapter!