Part 9
Fred embraced Becky. "Hello sweetheart," He said Becky's hair rubbing against his cheek.
"Hello Fred, I've just been looking at some amazing artwork," Becky seemed very excited. "I always wanted to paint, but then me mam died and well you know...," Becky broke off flushing.
Fred didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry," He said quietly.
"It's ok," Said Becky wiping a tear away. "Look at this," She said more brightly. "Don't you think it's amazing?" She admired a lovely Devin chi painting.
"It's lovely," Fred smiled. He took Becky's hand. "Listen," He whispered in her ear. "There's been another murder, another women has been killed,"
Becky's eyes widened in shock. "Oh no! What if he gets me next?"
"He won't while I'm around?" Fred reassured her. "I'll protect you,"
"But what if he does get me Fred? What if he kills me like those other women?"
Fred shook his head violently trying to block out the images of Becky's mangled body.
"What's the matter darling?" Becky asked putting her arms around him.
"It's nothing," He said strain fully. "I think we should leave Whitechapel," He said more seriously his brown eyes looked deeply into her blue ones. "We can't stay here, I wouldn't be able to go on if the ripper got you,"