"Dean, please, slow down," Tilda said.
"Don't tell me what the fuck to do!" Dean snarled. "And did I give you permission to speak? No, I did fucking not! So shut the fuck up!"

He looked over at her, placed his hand on her head, and gave her a hard push. She hit the window but didn't make a sound. He was angry. More angry than she had ever seen him. She wasn't sure she would make it out alive if he suddenly snapped completely.

"How the fuck could you leave me like that? After everything I've given you, this is how you treat me? I'm so fucking pissed that you don't even know half of it. How the fuck could you do that to me? You belong to me. Know your god damn place," he said.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"I bet you are," he sneered. "You're gonna be real sorry once we get home. I'm gonna fucking chip you this time and put up a system to get the alarm going if you walk outside of the house. You're not running away again."

Tears ran down her face. She knew he meant every word he said. That chip was real. Her hell was about to get even worse. She would not be able to escape again if he managed to make it home with her. The drive would be several hours. She could only hope he would be so tired that he would pull over soon. She could even suggest to drive for him if he needed her to. She looked over at him and saw him yawn.

"Fuck!" He screamed.

He punched the steering wheel three times and then ran a hand down his face.

"I need coffee or red bull," he said. "We need to find some place open. I gotta put you in the trunk first."
"I won't run," she said.
"Bullshit!" He shouted.

He balled up his fist and threw a punch at her temple. Despite it connecting, it didn't hurt as much as it usually did. He was tired. That was clear to her.

"Do you want me to drive?" She asked.
"Shut the fuck up!" He snarled. "One more word out of you and I'll put a bullet in your knee."

He pressed down the gas and started speeding. She started feeling even more scared. He kept blinking. His eyelids became more and more heavy for each passing second. She knew she was doomed. She saw it coming before she felt the car in the air going over the bridge. She closed her eyes, and only one thought entered her mind.

"I love you, Roman."

Her entire body hurt when the car crashed down on the ground. They rolled over a couple of times and landed on the left side. The door was pressed into Dean and she heard him cry out in pain. She was hanging in the air, held up by the seat belt. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. He was in a weird ankle. Blood was pouring out from his legs. He kept crying in pain and then it just seemed like he went to sleep. Either that, or he was dead. She couldn't tell for sure. Her entire body ached, and she had no idea how to get out of the car.

"Tilda!" Roman screamed.

Roman's voice brought her back to reality.

"Roman!" She screamed back.
"Over here!" Roman screamed.

It didn't take long before she heard them all outside. They tried opening the car doors but they had all been pressed in. Roman jumped up on the car and looked at her through the window. She felt her eyelids become heavy. She needed to sleep too.

"No, Tilda! Stay awake!" Roman yelled. "Call 911, Seth!"

Tilda watched as the doctor Indi Hartwell put down her final notes. She had just been checked over completely, and luckily nothing else was wrong other than a bunch of bruises. She had been lucky with how the car had landed. Dean hadn't had that same luck.

"All clear," Indi smiled. "You can go home."
"Thank you," Tilda said.
"Where did that handsome boyfriend of yours go?" Indi asked.
"He went to get coffee," Tilda said.
"Tell him to look after you for a couple of days," Indi said.
"I'll tell him. Thank you," Tilda said.

Indi left the room, and Tilda got out of bed. She was sore all over but she was alive and had nothing broken. She would heal soon enough. At first she had been confused when she woke up in a hospital bed, but Roman had stayed with her all night and refused to leave. During the night they had learned that Dean had lost both his legs. The car had landed on a giant rock that had pressed the side of the door up so much that both of his thighs had been cut through. They couldn't save anything. He was still alive though.

Knocking sounded on the door and she looked over and saw AJ Styles who worked for Dean. AJ was Dean's right hand man. Tilda never knew what to make of the man, but of course he had been called in when they had been rushed to the hospital. He had driven two hours to get to Dean.

"What do you want?" She asked.
"Just checking up on you," he answered.
"Well, you've done so. You can leave again," she said.

He took a step into the room. She felt scared. Although he had never hurt her, she knew that he knew about a lot of things Dean had done to her. Probably more than she suspected. Not once had he tried to stop it or help her.

"I know we don't see eye to eye but I bear no ill will towards you," he said.
"You knew," she said.
"Knew what?" He asked.
"Don't you fucking dare play innocent," she said. "You knew, AJ."
"Fine, I knew," he sighed. "Does it change anything?"
"You could have helped me somehow," she said.
"It's Dean. You know first hand what he can do. I would have been a dead man if I had tried helping you. Besides, you entered his house at your own free will. You chose to date him. It's not my fault," he said.

She wanted to slap him but she remained calm. He walked further into the room. Behind him Roman appeared holding two cups of coffee. AJ hadn't spotted him. Roman kept standing there, waiting to see if she needed help. He had no idea who AJ was and thought it might be someone working at the hospital.

"He lost his legs, Tilda. He'll never come after you again," AJ said.
"He deserved it," Tilda said.
"He also has brain damage," AJ said.

That was news to Tilda. She knew doctors would examine Dean this morning but no one had told her anything. Probably because she had made a great deal out of telling everyone that she was his ex girlfriend and in no way connected with him anymore. She had lied about what had happened. She had said they were going back to Dean's place to pick up her belongings since they had broken up. The world didn't need to know the truth about how he had treated her. She didn't want a police investigation. It was enough that everyone thought he had been speeding and it had been his own downfall.

"I handed him his laptop. He didn't even know how to turn it on. Doctors say he'll function okay with the right help, but he'll never get back that brilliant brain of his. The computer mastermind doesn't even fucking know how to turn on a computer anymore," AJ said.

Tilda couldn't help but smile. Roman smiled too behind AJ's back. Dean would never be able to hack his way around and track her down if he couldn't even figure out how to turn on a computer.

"Please, don't smile," AJ said.
"It's hard not to. He fucking deserves it. All of it," Tilda said.
"He's been asking for you. He remembers you although he doesn't seem to remember a lot of things about your relationship. He just knows you're together. He probably doesn't remember all the things he did to you. You can choose to forget too. Start fresh," AJ said.
"I'd rather gnaw off my own foot," Tilda said.

Tilda walked past AJ and over to Roman who handed her one of the cups.

"Did they release you yet?" Roman asked.
"Yes, let's go," Tilda said.
"Tilda!" AJ said. "What am I supposed to tell him? He's expecting you to come see him. I told him I was getting you."
"Tell him I'm happy elsewhere," Tilda smiled at Roman. "He's your problem now, AJ. Don't worry about it. He's rich. You can hire 24/7 care for him. He'll be fine with your help."
"You can't just walk away like that," AJ said.
"Watch me," Tilda said.

Tilda took a sip of her coffee. Roman placed his arm around her, and they walked down the hallway. They walked out of the hospital like that. Him supporting her all the way. He held on as tight as he dared without hurting her. His mini van was waiting outside.

"Seth and Becky drove back and packed your things, and then made sure to get my van here," he said.
"How sweet of them," she said.
"I took a week off work," he said.
"Well, I was told to tell you to take care of me for a few days," she said.
"I've always wanted to play doctor," he smirked.
"Roman!" She laughed. "Oh fuck, it hurts to laugh. It still feels good though."

He leaned down and pecked her lips.

"How does ice cream sound?" He asked.
"Chocolate and strawberry, please," she said.
"Let's go get some," he said. "And then it's home in bed with you. Let's find a show and binge watch all day."
"I like the sound of that," she said.

He helped her into the van and got in on the driver's side. He turned the key and looked at her with a smile on his face.

"Does this mean..." She started.
"I still haven't learned to read minds," he said.
"I hate asking," she said.
"Just ask. What's the worse that can happen?" He asked.
"You could say no," she said.
"Whatever it is, my answer is yes," he said.

He leaned over and pecked her lips.

"So what is the question?" He asked.
"Does this mean I've moved in with you?" She asked.
"Yes!" He grinned. "We're officially living together now. That sounds good to me. How do you feel about it?"

She smiled at him, placed a hand behind his neck, and leaned in for a kiss.

"I feel great," she said. "Let's go home."