Tears were running down her cheeks so freely, her eyes were wide and scared. Blood was dripping down her face, down her chest. She just wanted to get away, not thinking that the streets of Detroit wasn't such a safe place after all; but it was away from him; it was better.

The rain hit her face like needles, stinging her beaten face. She couldn't find anyplace! Everybody was staring at her, she could feel their eyes. She ran towards the park, deep into the playground where no one was. She curled her arms around her chest and sat on one of the benches, her eyes still scanning for people, for places to hide but she found none. She let her head drop as she sobbed silently pulling her knees up to her chest, hugging them tightly. She just wanted to get away, to fall away. He would find her again, and he would hurt her again.

The red rain dripped from her body, staining the ground below. She bit her lip, she didn't want anybody to find her. She was so afraid that they would take her back to him. They were always on his side, dammit. Always. Just because he was her father.

She closed her eyes. She wanted to die.

Bobby pulled his jacket over his head, running to the car in the driveway. He slammed the door shut and ran his fingers through his hair. He had still got soaked. "Dammit," he cursed, pushing the key into the ignition and pulling out of the driveway.

It had been a full year since Jack died.. A full year since their mother died, since their revenge. Though life was starting to turn out good (for once), he wasn't going to forget what happened.

His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, pulling up to a red light. Why couldn't they get their own goddamn beer? He smirked slightly. Damn lazy asses. He pulled away from the light and turned left, going to the store. He looked over, seeing a girl running into the park.

He looked away for a moment, but immediately looked back. She was bleeding. His eyes narrowed and he pulled over. He got out, slamming the door closed not even caring that he was getting soaked anymore. He watched the girl for a moment, he didn't want to scare her. He did look a bit scary, especially to a scared young girl.

"Hey…" He said softly.

She jumped her eyes wide. She pushed herself up from the bench, her heart racing.

"Hey, I won't hurt you." His eyes scanned her face, her body. What the hell happened to her? "Kid, I'm not gonna hurt you. I wanna help you."
She backed away. "That's what everybody says! But they just take me back to him so he can hurt me again!" She screamed.

Bobby's eyes grew hard for a moment. He had an idea of who she was talking to, but he couldn't be for sure. "I won't hurt you, and 'he' won't anymore. I can help you," he offered a hand, hoping that she would take it. He was sure that with the condition she was in, it probably wasn't such a good thing to be out in the cold rain.

She gulped, looking into his eyes. They seemed so sincere, but so did the other people. She looked down to his hand, afraid to take it. What would he do? She bit her lip and looked to his face again. She blinked; it was Evelyn's son. She gulped, she wanted to run away but something inside of her said "NO!"

She stepped towards him, looking directly into his eyes. "Promise?" She said.

Bobby took a breath. "I promise."

Her hand was shivering as she reached out to grip his hand. She stepped closer as he held her hand. "Come on," he said. "I'll take you somewhere safe."

Safe. Safe, that's all she wanted.

He pulled off his coat, it was wet but it was still warm. He wrapped it around her and picked her up in his arms, running back over to the car. He placed her in the passenger side seat softly and closed the door, running over and driving to the hospital.

He looked over to her and almost gasped. He fingers wrapped around the steering wheel tightly, anger building up inside of him along with pity and a bit of sorrow. She didn't deserve this, no one did.. Maybe except that bastard who had done this to her.

"..We're almost there." He said.

"…It doesn't matter." She whispered, "I'll have to go back." Her eyes closed slowly. Her face was so pale.

He punched the gas, harder and harder. "..Bastard." He growled.