Hope you enjoy the final part of this fic! Everything comes together, in the end.


"Dad? Please?" Jacqueline whimpered, her knees trembling and her head dripping blood onto the encrusted floor.

"PLEASE? PLEASE?" Keith shouted, his eyes frenzied and wild. This time, he thumped Jac over the head, his drunkenness spiralling out of control. "You are really a pain in the arse!" He yelled after. Yanking her arm up, ignoring the piercing screams of anguish from his only child, he thrust her into his bedroom, opened the cupboard and propelled her inside. "Now, you stay there!" The door shut with a thundering roar. Jac was engulfed in darkness. She heard the unsettling sound of the door locking, trapping her inside.

"Dad!" She yelled, her fists pounding on the door – to no avail. She gulped down the saliva that had surfaced in her throat, her hands fumbling about in the darkness, her mind picturing the interior. Finally, she came across a lavish coat, something that belonged to her mothers, and she wrapped it around her self. She trembled as newly formed tears drenched her top; her head was pounding, her eyes bleary. What am I going to do?She thought. "I hate him! I hate him!" Jac found her self saying, spite recognisablei n her words for the first time.

Why does he do this? He is my father, I'm supposed to look up to him, to love him. I used to, but can I love someone who has hurt me so much? I have given him so many chances, and now I am scared of him. My mother dosen't know what he is capable of. I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I just want him to go away! He is the devil, he is evil and violent and he needs to be stopped - before he can kill somebody. Because I know he will do that, one day.

An hour had past, and her lungs burned as they came accustomed to the less oxygen in the space. Gulping for air, her chest ached, the tightness increasing uncontrollably. She scrambled at the edges of the door, hoping for someway of moving it, but nothing worked. Jacqueline's head rolled and she blinked, she had to stay awake! However, she could feel her eyelids drooping, and her body shuddered into unconsciousness.

"And that's why?" Oliver asked, placing a comforting hand onto Jac's shoulder.

"No, I just told you that story for no reason at all." Jac replied, sarcasm layered, as usual, into her answer. Ollie's face broke into a small smile, his sea-blue eyes locked onto hers that was now overwhelmed with a rare emotion: Fear.

"I'm sorry." He said. Silence followed. Tentatively, Oliver lifter his hand to her cheek, tenderly stroking her beautiful skin. Jac inhaled. They leaned in. Suddenly, the lift door opened, revealing two dozen fire fighters and a smiling Greg Douglas standing in the centre. Jac and Ollie jumped back in surprise, their heads turning in unison to acknowledge their colleague. Coughing, Jac arose from the murky shrapnel around them, and, after the firemen had cut a whole in the metal cylinder cornering her, finally, stepped out of the lift. Oliver followed on behind, pulling her shoulder back to face him.

"Well…I'll see you around?"

"How about never? Is never good for you?" Jac retorted, glancing around for any sign of someone listening. Oliver sighed, his eyes glistening.

"Yeah. That's Fine." His mind told his feet to move, but they were transfixed to the floor, torn between work and his mentor.

"If I throw a stick will you leave?" Jac said, raising an eyebrow. Oliver smiled. Definitely work. He thought.

THE END.


Well, there you go! Hope you enjoyed it! It's a bit on the short side I must say, but know I can concentrate on other fics. :D PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!