Waltz sat on the lounge, he stared at the tv as it sat turned off on the wall unit. He stared at the blank screen, letting his reflection haunt him.

His mind felt like it was running in different directions, his heart felt like it had been shattered beyond repair.

Waltz couldn't find an ounce of love for Ambrosia; he couldn't find an ounce of love for Rose, nor could he find an ounce of love for Poppy.

He felt his throat tighten at the thought of his daughter's name, he gave a small cough to try and clear his throat, but he could still feel the tightness.

Waltz took a deep breath before exhaling slowly.

He closed his eyes for a moment.

"TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!" His accent rippled through his front room. "I don't know, she cowered with fear." His voice shook with fear "DON'T YOU LIE! YOU'RE YOUR MOTHER'S DAUGTHER." He let his voice shake with anger "She sniffled as she struggled to hold her tears at bay, her lower lip trembled as he towered over her. Her hands ached from being tied behind her back on the chair she sat."

Waltz opened his eyes.

Rose broke down crying as she struggled to move, she didn't understand what was happening. She didn't understand how she ended up tied to a chair, she didn't understand why the man who claimed to be her father was attacking her like this.

"Where's Poppy?" Rose mustered up the courage to ask.

"Tell me where your mother is, than I'll give you Poppy." It was almost as if there was a threat in his tone.

"POPPY!" She screamed as if her daughter could scream back to her.

"SHUT UP!" He slapped her with the back of his hand across her cheek.

Rose lowered her head as her cheek burned with pain, she couldn't stop the tears from dropping down her face, she couldn't stop her snort from dribbling over her lips.

"Your disgusting." He gritted in her face as he knelt down in front of her. He used force to grab her by her lower jaw, he lifted her head up to look at him "Absolutely disgusting. Your no daughter of mine."

Rose spat in his face "I don't want a father like you anyway."

He pushed her face away from his hand before using his hand to clean her spit from his face "Filth of a child." He rose up to his feet "Don't worry, I'll keep Poppy safe." He smirked as he turned his back on her.

Waltz had his back turned to his tv as he stood facing his lounge.

He turned his attention to the kitchen archway as he watched.

He held the little baby in his arms, Poppy almost seemed too relaxed in a stranger's arms.

He smiled a little at the baby girl, he carefully ran his index finger down her soft cheek as he watched with delight as she stared up at him.

"That's why? You wanted a fresh start. Ambrosia turned Rose against you, you don't want Poppy to be turned against you." Waltz stated as he looked at the man in the kitchen.

The man in the suit looked up at Waltz "You'd do the same, wouldn't you? Protect the image you have. You have a daughter, don't you?"

It was almost as if the male character had become real to Waltz, it was as if the male character knew too much about Waltz.

"You and I aren't so much different. Your woman lied to you; she stabbed your heart. Ambrosia did the same to me, I gave her the world and look at what she did. Rose isn't even mine."

Waltz understood that pain.

"Poppy isn't even my granddaughter, but I can assure you that I will raise her as if she was mine."

Waltz lowered his gaze down to the carpet before slowly looking up, the man in the suit was gone.