Owen's P.O.V

"Where'd you come from?" I asked. She didn't answer only stared at me; I smiled a bit and shook it off. I paid for our food, and then walked out of the restaurant with her following me. She walked next to me trembling looking around frantically as if something was going to jump out at her, I put my arm around her as we walked.

"Do you have somewhere to stay?" I wondered.

"Y-Y-Yes." She stuttered.

"Alright, I'll walk you home." I said.

"No I can go myself." She protested.

I could tell she was lying, my wings twitched beneath my shirt. I picked her up, ignoring her screams. She slapped me and ran out of my arms, "Hey!" I shouted as I ran after her. I quickly caught her and pinned her to the side of a building, she screamed and cried. Begging for me to let her go, she struggled to get away, tears running down her cheeks. I looked into her eyes for a moment, trying to read what she was feeling inside. Terror, terror was all I could read. I pulled her close and rubbed her back, "I'm sorry if I scared you, I'm just trying to help you." I said softly. She shook against my chest, burying her head into my chest. I held her until she calmed down a bit; I went to pick her up again. She trembled but didn't struggle; I assured her nothing was going to happen.

After lifting her into my arms, I was shocked. She was so thin; she probably didn't even weigh ninety pounds. I walked into an alley she starts hyperventilating and shaking like a Chihuahua, "Its ok." I said as I spread my wings. "Just hold on tight." I pulled my wings back and shot into the sky, I felt her arms wrap around my neck as she buried her head into my shoulder. After a while of flying I landed in front of my house, I figured in her condition I couldn't let her stay on the street. She trembled and looked around frantically; I set her down and took her hand.

"It's ok, you're safe here." I told her.

"W-W-Where are we?" Her voice broke.

"We're at my house; you'll be safe here until you get a little better." I said leading her inside.

She fell silent then looked down; I went inside and set her down on the couch. "Hey dad, Mom!" I called walking to the stairs. I heard footsteps then looked up and saw dad coming down the stairs, he looked at me, and then at the girl on the couch. Shit I don't even know her name! The hell is wrong with me?! Dad looked back at me, his eyes asking why she was here. She immediately started shaking and crying, holding her head covering her ears as she curled into a ball. I rushed over and wrapped my arms around her, rubbing her back.

"Hey it's ok; calm down nothing's going to happen." I told her.

"Who is she?" Dad asked.

"A friend of mine, I was out walking and found her in an alley. I think she was mugged because she was out cold when I found her, I brought her here so she could recover." I lied.

Dad glanced at her, his eyes cold black holes. He nodded at her, a way of saying welcome. She looked away nervously, clinging to me like a child about to get a shot. I rubbed her back and whispered to her, telling her everything was alright. She looked up at me, her eyes begging for help. I realized it was because dad was here, he was making her uncomfortable. "Hey dad, can you go. You're making her uncomfortable." I requested. He nodded and apologized, then went upstairs. She looked around as she held herself, I could tell she was scared, but of what I didn't know.

Layla's P.O.V

I sat on my bed after dad left; I let out a sigh of relief. Dad had left which cancelled out one of my problems. I got up off the bed and went into the bathroom, knocking on the door I waited hear something. I saw the knob twist and the door open; he came out dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans. Coincidentally he was the same height as Owen, so I figured he wouldn't mind if I borrowed one of his outfits.

"Good you got changed, but you probably shouldn't wear the shirt while you're hurt." I told him.

"Oh, sorry." He apologized taking off his shirt.

"It's ok, it's just if you keep it on the wound might get caught in it."

He took off his shirt and set it down, on the desk in my room. He sighed to himself and leaned against the wall, then slid down it. I sat in front of him, I figured asking what was wrong would only make things worse. His eyes darted around the room; he shot up off the floor and winced. "I have to leave." He growled. I grabbed his arm and sat him on the bed, he looked up at me.

"You're hurt, just stay here and rest." I told him.

"You don't understand I have to go." He said pushing himself away from me.

I grabbed his shoulders and slammed him onto the bed, "Sit your ass down!" I snapped.

He obligated and stayed put; I sighed and rubbed my forehead. What am I getting myself into…