A/N/ Hey guys so sorry I didn't update for a while Just a lot of stuff has been going on (a.k.a I was really lazy) I should have another chapter up by Saterday if not sooner. Plz review I would love to know what you guys think even if you don't like it.

The door opened revealing a flustered Waterson, who strode angrily into the living room, where Eliot and Melissa were sitting. Following him shortly behind was a young twentyish man, with sandy brown hair, he trailed slightly behind Waterson, trying to keep up with the older man. This must be an assistant of Waterson.

"Jackson!" Waterson called from his office. "Jackson" rolled his eyes shot Melissa a quick smile and swiftly walked to Waterson's office. Melissa and Eliot looked at each other, smirking. "We might want to get out of his way I am sure that my dad will remember you are here soon enough, we can go hang out upstairs if you like." Eliot nodded seeing as Waterson was probably going to be busy for quite some time.

He walked slightly behind Melissa, following her up the stairs and into the first room they came to. She opened the door and walked into the room inside. Eliot slowly walked into what he assumed was Melissa's bedroom. It looked as if you had taken a thousand art pieces and overlapped them, making them criss-cross all over the walls. Hanging on the walls were posters of Queen, the Beatles, and other older bands.

The bed was painted gold, with a silver colored bedspread, that sparkled in the afternoon sun, streaming in from the window. All in all it was quite a beautiful sight, much like the rest of the house. Melissa went and sat down on the bed, patting the side beside her. Eliot strode across the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

"So what do you think of the room?" Melissa asked. "It's amazing, I love the walls." Eliot replied gesturing towards the walls. "Thanks, it took forever for my mom and I to paint then, it was something she and I would do together whenever she was free." Melissa said, picking at the bedspread underneath her. Eliot quickly shook his head, "I'm sorry if I brought up any memories." "Relax, you didn't know, besides there is almost nothing in this house that won't remind me of her." Melissa said with a sad shake of her head.

They fell into a comfortable silence, each engrossed in their own thoughts. Eliot's thoughts wandered to what he was going to have to do soon. He had 2 weeks left to do the job and Eliot was finding it harder and harder to go through with his plan.

Don't get him wrong, killing Waterson was going to be easy, Eliot had only known the man for the past week, but he hated him, especially in the way Waterson seemed to think of Melissa, no killing Waterson, Eliot was actually looking forward to doing it, but killing Melissa was going to be hard. Probably the hardest job he will ever have to do. The people he killed Eliot always soothed his conscience by telling himself that the people he killed had all done something bad to people, but Melissa was just a teenager, she had done nothing in her life to deserve what Eliot had to do to her.

"Do you ever wonder what it would be like to go there?" Eliot was jolted out of his thoughts by Melissa. "Go where?" "To Greece, or Germany, or even China, I wish I could just hop onto a plane and leave here." Melissa said, pointing to the map on the wall with little red lines spreading over it like a spider web. "You want to travel the world?" Eliot asked gently. "I would love to, just go anywhere and do anything, to take control of my own life, not have to sit there and do everything my father tells me to do just because he hits me." Melissa said.

As soon as she realized what she had just admitted to Eliot she went pale. "Stupid ADHD!" She whispered under her breath. "So I was right, he does hit you doesn't he?" Eliot asked gently laying a hand onto Melissa's left arm. "Wait you knew?" Melissa said a tear slowly coming out of her eye and softy trickled down her cheek.

"You're not the only person who can read people, granted I can't do it as well as you, but I saw the scars and the way you look down whenever he speaks to you, it wasn't that hard to figure it out after that." Eliot said softly, while slowly rotating Melissa's wrist to see her scars.

He almost gasped when he saw them. They went all the way up her arm overlapping each other, in a few places Eliot could even see word carved into her skin like weak, stupid, and whore, to mention a couple. "How long has this been going on?" Eliot questioned softly. Melissa looked up now crying softly. "Since I was three, Mom never knew, Dad always made sure of that, after she died Dad got worse and worse until he was almost killing me every other night, it's gone down now ever since he started to make friends with a couple cops, just in case they noticed something."

Eliot was furious to say the least he couldn't imagine how it must have felt to be beaten to almost death ever other night. How could someone do that to their own daughter it was unspeakable!

Eliot slowly inched closer to Melissa until she was crying into his shoulder. He just put his hand her back and whispered soothingly, while rubbing reassuring circles into her back as her crying turned into sobbing.

Eventually she had cried herself out. "Sorry *sniff* I didn't mean to get your shirt all wet." Melissa said trying to rub away the last of her tears. "It's fine, are you sure you're ok?" Eliot said concerned that she was going to break down again. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Please though don't tell anyone, if you do then he will just hit me harder." Melissa pleaded.

"But he can't hurt you if he is in jail" Eliot said shocked that she would ask for him to keep quiet about something like this. "Yes that is true but he has set it up so that if he is in jail then I will just go to one of his men and it will get worse, trust me I have tried, besides no one believes me, they believe him over me, I have no hope." Melissa said once again looking down at the bedspread.

Eliot wished he could take her with him, but his line of work wasn't fit for any child, much less Melissa. He sighed. "Fine, but if it gets really bad you call me ok." Melissa just nodded. After that they sat and talked for almost another hour until it was practically dark outside. When it was almost eight o'clock he gave her one last side hug and stood up. "I have to get back to the hotel you'll call me if anything happens ok?" Melissa nodded again, giving him a small smile.

He walked across the room and with one last glance over his shoulder, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. He slowly walked down the spiral staircase thinking about all that he had learned from Melissa today. This made it even harder, Eliot wasn't sure if he could go through with this job anymore, the one job that will set him free from Moreau.

He sighed as he walked across the living room, and out the front door. He figured that Waterson was too busy with whatever he was doing to be bothered with him anymore. He thought about Melissa, alone with just an abusive father in the house. He was worried about Melissa to be honest, he had seen the scars. They weren't scars you would just give yourself to cause pain, they looked deeper than that. Eliot was almost positive that at one point Melissa had tried to end her life.

He couldn't imagine what Waterson had done to her to make Melissa want to go as far as to kill herself. As Eliot drove he wondered how long it would take for it to get really bad again, he also wondered if Melissa really would call him if anything happened. Little did he know it would happen a lot sooner than he thought it would.

PS I am thinking about a Percy Jackson fanfic after I finish this one. Should I? Thank you so much for your comments. You're Fantabulous!