She showered, but it was very painful. She could not wash herself well, but she rinsed off most of the blood. It hurt so bad but pain she could handle.

By the time Victor came, she was dressed, sitting on the sofa, staring at dead man Drew. Victor used his key to enter and immediately saw everything.

"What the hell happened No?"

"He tried to assault me," she said, not looking up at her brother-in-law.

Victor rushed to her side, grabbed her up in a hug and she winced in pain. "Hell Nola, are you okay?"

"No," she said, then turned to look at him. "But he's worse."

Victor didn't even glance at the dead man on the floor, he focused on her.

"Did he...you okay, you got the motherfucker before he got you, right?"

She nodded, knowing how close it was to being an actual sexual assault. She understood what Kitty went through. Could not imagine what Tennille had gone through. Victor said nothing, looked around the scene at everything. Finally, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys then gave them to her.

"Go get in the ride, I got this."

Victor pulled out his phone and as she walked out of the door she heard Victor say, "I have a situation. I need clean-up."

She was not going to ask Victor any questions, let him do whatever it was that he did. She knew he knew how to get rid of bodies. This was not the first one he had to do for the Kelly sisters.

She got into his car, still in a lot of pain, and sat and waited. Victor stayed in the house a moment, and then he came out soon as two dark vans pulled up. He nodded to the driver of one and then got into his car.

No words were said as they drove to his house. He helped her inside the house. She figured her nieces were asleep, and Sarena was out on the road with Ginger. He took her to the spare bedroom and she sat on the bed and shivered a bit.

"Stay in bed and get some sleep."

"I fucked up Victor."

"Lay in the bed. Sleep!"

She tried to lie down but she was a mess. "Victor-"

Victor walked out of the room and she sat there, contemplating everything, wanting to black it out. Victor came back in with a first aid kit and a bottle of water.

"Here, drink this."

She opened it and sipped a bit.

"Drink some more." He handed her two pills to take, she took them and swallowed them.

She obeyed what he said, and drank some more. He took off her shoes and looked at her feet. He cleaned them off and put ointment on her cuts and bandaged them, then wrapped them both in gauze.

He looked over her hands, there were only a few abrasions on them, but he cleaned them off, and put ointment on them, but did not bandage them.

"Where else?" he asked.

She took off her shirt, not ashamed she wore no bra, then turned to show him the cuts all over her back.

"Lay down."

Victor picked glass pieces from her back, cleaned each cut, and bandaged as much as he could. She finally felt a bit of relief. The way Victor took care of her, fixing up her wounds, taking care of her like he had done her whole life. She was safe now.

"You always have been there for me Victor."

"Always will be."

The pain began to subside and she felt a lot better. She sat up on the bed and looked over at Victor. Without even thinking, she leaned in to kiss him, right on the lips. Then she kept kissing him...and not a peck on the lips, she kissed him.

She did not stop because Victor was kissing her back.

Suddenly, he pushed her away. "Stop it! We can't."

"Why? Victor, I love you...I always have."

He jumped up from the bed. "The hell are you talking about No? I raise you, you're like my sister."

"I'm not your sister, and I can't help how I feel."

"And I'm married to your sister, did you forget that? Nola, did you hit your fucking head? What bullshit are you on?"

She started to cry, tears falling down her bruised cheeks, but not making much sound.

"That shit ain't gonna work either. What is wrong with you lately? Why the hell would you even have that guy at the house? But you know what, I can't deal with you right now. I need you to leave."

"No."

"What the hell did I just stay? Leave! You can't stay here Nola."

"Why not? I'm hurt Vic, I need you to take care of me."

He gave her the bottle of pills and moved away from her. "That's it, you're a big girl now, you can take care of yourself. Leave!" Victor stormed out of the room.

She was hurt, and not just the physical pain anymore. She was hurt to the core.  She stood from the bed, put her shirt back on then painfully slipped on her shoes. She wanted to go to Victor and say something to him, but he was upset with her and would not talk anymore. She knew this behavior.

She had no choice but to leave.

She left and had no idea where she was going to go. She cried silent tears, wiped them away, and had to toughen up. Just like that the pain meds were wearing off. She kept walking through the pain, but not knowing where she was going.

She had no one. Her sisters were all busy with their lives, and only Kitty was in town anyway, and she was busy taking care of three babies. Having already gone through something traumatic, killing TA, she did not need to go to her and have her retraumatized.

Ashley was dead.

Kryssy in Italy.

Tennille in L.A.

Sarena around but following someone, not family.

Even CJ gone.

After walking for nearly an hour, pissed that she left those pain pills at Victor's she finally found a park and sat on a bench. How could she have been so wrong about a person? This was supposed to be what she did. Catch psychos.

She had one staring right in her eyes for months.

How did Victor cover things up? Where was the body? What about all the damage to the house? What would happen to her now? Forget the FBI, she would be in jail.

She scrolled through her phone and dialed only one other person she trusted.

"Hey, it's late Nola, what's wrong?" Ronan said when he answered. He sounded as if he was asleep. It was three o'clock in the morning.

"Come and get me."

"What? What's wrong? Nola, what's going on."

"Come and get me," she repeated and hung up. She sent him her location because she had no idea where she was. Then she curled up on the bench and fought against sleep.

In about thirty minutes, Ronan pulled up, didn't even park the car, hopped out, and rushed over to her.

"Nola?"

"Thanks for coming."

He looked her over and she knew she looked a mess, but he did not say anything. He took her hand and led her to his car. Once inside, she let out a deep breath, holding the pain in. She wanted to cry again, but that too she held in.

Ronan drove for a while before he stopped at his apartment and helped her inside. She had never been to his place and she was glad to see he was a neat freak and lived alone.

"You want to go lay in my bed? I'll sleep out here on the couch."

"No, no, I don't want to put you out. Come on."

He led her to his bedroom and she did not realize how tired she was. She kicked off her shoes and climbed into his bed. She would be sleeping soon.

"Ronan, thanks for being here for me."

He sat next to her on the bed and rubbed her cheek. "What happened? Will you tell me?"

"I can't."

"I want to take care of you Nola, but you have to let me."

"I just need sleep, then I'll leave."

"No, stay as long as you need."

She lay in the bed and closed her eyes. She heard Ronan move around the room a bit, then get in the bed beside her, but stayed far away. She scooted over so she was close to him. He put an arm around her and kissed her forehead.

"Nola, I love you."

She felt safe with him. He was a better option for her. She realized she could never have who she wanted. This was her life. She was going to have to make a lot of changes in it to continue to live under the radar.

She killed someone tonight. It would not be her last.

THE END