Hector ran to his daughter and looked at her wound. She was shot. Thankfully it had only been in the shoulder but still, he was still worried for her.

"Jenna, oh my baby. I'm so sorry." Hector whispered,wrapping a bandage around her shoulder.

Jenna whimpered softly in pain. She could feel herself beginning to lose conciseness. "Papa." She whimpered before passing out completely.

When Jenna woke up her vision was blurry and she could feel a stabbing pain in her shoulder. Her father was sitting in a chair beside her bed. He was asleep but clearly worried. She reached out and touched his leg. "Papa." She whispered.

Hector slept fitfully. Was his daughter ok? He felt someone touch his leg. He opened his eyes and saw Jenna touching his leg. He sighed in relief and pulled her into his lap.

"It's alright my child, papa's got you." Hector whispered, running his fingers through her hair.

Jenna buried her face in his chest.
"I-I'm sorry." She cried. She truly felt as though it was her fault that Ryan had found them.

"Oh Jenna. I promise this wasn't your fault." Hector soothed, holding her close. He couldn't bear to see his precious angel so upset.

"How's the pain?" He asked.

"Hurts." Jenna said quietly. She felt an ice pack being applied to her shoulder and flinched.

Hector tried not to take it personally. After all, she had been through a lot.

"Does it hurt?" Hector asked, gently laying the pack on her shoulder, trying to soothe the pain.

Jenna nodded, cringing slightly. The pain was bad, but she felt safe as Hector pressed the ice to her sore spot. She nodded, laying her head on his chest.

Hector knew that this may be the best time to ask her about her father. He sighed and asked the question he knew his daughter feared.

"Jenna, when you lived with your father what else did he do to you besides whip and starve you?" Hector asked.

Jenna looked scared.

"He w-would beat m-me and he w-would lock me i-in the f-freezer. He w-would also l-lock me i-in my r-room and s-starve me." Jenna said, crying into her father's chest.

Hector felt bile rise in his throat. He had only just found his daughter today but he already loved her so much. He wanted to kill whoever hurt his daughter.

"Papa, w-what if h-he finds u-us again?" Jenna whimpered.

"Oh angel, I promise he will not come near you again" Hector whispered, holding her close.

"Try and get some sleep angle." Hector said gently.

Jenna nodded and closed her eyes, laying her head against his chest.

*dream*
"Get down here, runt!" Ryan yelled. Jenna began to panic. Where was Hector? Her real father. "Papa!" Jenna sobbed. She heard Ryan pounding up the steps. Ryan threw open the door and stalked towards her.

"To bad your daddy isn't here to save you." Ryan laughed.

"Hector... Dad!!" Jenna cried, As he advanced on her.

*end of dream*

Jenna shot up, panting. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked over and saw Hector looking at her,worried.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

Jenna looked at him, relieved. She jumped into his arms. "N-nightmare." She whimpered.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.

"I w-was back w-with my f-father. I-I screamed for y-you but you n-never came." She sobbed.

"Oh Jenna." He whispered taking her into his arms. "That will never happen I swear." Hector said softly.

Jenna only nodded and pressed her face to his chest

"W-will you s-stay?" Jenna asked

"I'll stay with you." Hector said softly. He lay down on the bed with Jenna. He held her close and ran his fingers through her hair.

Neither of them had anymore dreams that night.