"NO!" Waltz screamed as he sat up in bed "No." He breathed "No." Waltz hurried himself out of bed "Ambrosia! Ambrosia!" He screamed down his house as if she was really there "Where are you?" He rushed into his home office before flicking on the light "Ambrosia?"

Ambrosia turned to face him "I'm fine." She cheekily smiled "I hated that they shot my building, I hated that my daughter and granddaughter were in danger but, but." She felt a new wave of emotion rush over her "I had to."

"Your not dead." Waltz stated as he stared in the empty space of his home office, he stepped into the middle room, it was as if he was inspecting the woman he had thought off. His mind allowed him to believe Ambrosia was in the room with him, his mind allowed him to look closely as if he couldn't find an ounce of blood or even an ounce of her out of place.

"When Rose was born, he promised we'd never be in harm's way, but he lied. He always lies. He lied to me. He lied to our daughter."

Waltz froze.

"How could he lie? How could he do that? Put our family in danger. I learnt how to play his games from him. I have to protect the two loves of my life."

Waltz could feel his heart rise in his chest as he felt it tighten with guilt.

"I won't let him win."

It was as if her cruel sentence had struck a chord in his mind.

Filled with guilt, Waltz sat down behind his laptop. He squinted his eyes slightly as the bright laptop screen hit his eyes. He hadn't realised it was barely 3am as he clicked open the untitled story he was attempting to piece together.

"Ambrosia wasn't the woman you wanted to cross; she had dealt with men like him before, but this felt personal. The way he attacked her heart, it had felt overly personal. He was ready and so was she. She was ready to take him down to six feet under." Waltz spoke out loud as he began to type.

Ambrosia delicately rested on the edge of his desk as she watched him type out her world.

Waltz continue to let the words fill the blank pages of his word document.