Tims POV

I gently tucked her into my bed. She moved around as I placed the covers over her but thankfully she didn't wake. I brushed the hair from her face before leaving. I wanted to stay and hold her all night. I wanted to watch over her as she dreamt. The child-like look on her face was pure innocence. She was exhausted from dealing with this bastard and it was finally catching up to her. I just hoped she would rest easy tonight.

I couldn't believe what that bastard had done to her. She was so beautiful, so charming. She deserved to be treated like a queen-no, a goddess. Instead he treated her nothing more than a piece of trash. She didn't blame him but I did. No man should ever put his hands on a woman. Especially his own wife. Now she was terrified of him all because he couldn't grow a pair.

I flipped on the TV and sunk down into the couch. I turned it down low but I couldn't pay attention. Images of her frightened and ashamed ran through my head. Her cowering in a corner as the bastard beat her to a pulp. Then how he forced her into bed each night. Raping her over and over. He never apologized for his actions.

All she wanted was to make him happy. He clearly didn't care for her feelings. She deserved so much more than him. She deserved everything she wanted and more.

Four weeks pregnant. Did the bastard even know? Probably not. She didn't deserve to have a monsters child. The child didn't deserve to have a monster as a father. Even if the bastard got convicted, he could still get out and torment them. He could fight for custody and he could even win.

I cringed at the thought of her and her child fleeing from place to place. Always trying to escape him but never being able to stop looking over her shoulder. Would she ever be able to stop running?

I punched the pillow next to me. "Fucking bastard."

I could hear her moving around. I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms and kiss away the pain. I wanted to keep her out of his evil clutches. I wanted to rub her belly and tell her that she wouldn't have to worry about being a single other. I wanted to show her that I was going to be there every step of the way.

I chuckled softly. "You barely know her and you've completely fallen for her."

It was true. There was no denying my instant attraction to her. Ever since the elevator, I've wanted to pick her brain and know everything possible about her and more. When I saw the mark on her neck, I wanted her to tell me who hurt her. I wanted to kill the bastard even more now than ever. Hopefully it would be an easy divorce but with how far gone he was, the chances were slim.

I ran a hand through my hair. "This couldn't be any worse."

I could hear her whimpering in the next rom. I could hardly make out the muffled cries. I quickly shut off the TV and ran to her side. She was thrashing around. The covers were halfway down her body. I couldn't help but worry that she was trying to fight him off in her sleep.

"No!" I could see the tears running down her face. "Tim!"

Why was she calling my name? Was she calling for help in the darkest parts of her nightmares?

As I sat on the edge of the bed, she reached out a grabbed my wrist. "Come back."

Her lips quivered as more tears ran down her face. I couldn't stand seeing her like this. My heart was breaking at the sight. I got under the covers and pulled her into my arms.

"Shush." I combed my fingers through her hair as she continued to thrash. "It's ok, Lucy. I'm here."

She started to relax. I pulled her closer. Her body turned towards mine and she wiggled closer. I could feel her breath on my bare chest.

"You're safe now."

Her breathing evened out. Soon she was completely still. I wiped the tears from her face.

"I won't let anyone hurt you ever again." I kissed the top of her head gently. "I promise."