~Bella's POV~

I-I was all happening again, in my sleep, I was seeing it all again. I was a little girl, four, and Mum had just closed the door and turned on my lamp not ten minutes ago when I was sure I heard something. Dad was working late and Mum had just gotten herself in bed too when the man broke the downstairs back door window, unlocking it as he and a mate slowly snuck in. Mum was alway very, very clever. She heard it first. She hurried back into my room and scooped me up with my teddy. She had the prettiest red hair and hazel eyes and I was so tired I wasn't really worried. We had just been at the Zoo that day. I always loved the Zoo and all the animals.She hurried back to her and Dad's room and told me we were going to play the quiet game and that I would get a big, big prize if I won. I smiled sleepily and node sliding under the bed with her and pushing down the urge to ask her why so I didn't lose the game. Mum was always so good at games. I heard big heavy boots coming up the stairs and Mum had to cover my mouth as I almost called out, thinking Dad was home early. But it wasn't Dad...it was those men. Those horrible men that saw the end of my Mum's nightgown and pulled her, kicking and screaming and making the most terrible noises from under the bed where it was safe. She cried and begged and pleaded, telling them I had gone over to a friend's for the night and that her husband would be home any minute. But they didn't believe her, they said he would be gone for a while and they knew that. And then, they started to hit my Mum, and hurt her and... and they pushed her to the ground facing me under the bed as I cried and covered my mouth just as she had and...and they...did things to her, both of them, one after another and she cried. Not loud, she refused to give them that, but she cried and cried before my Mum's pretty hazel eyes glazed over and...and she stopped moving at all. The men never found me, and I stayed, for another eight hours looking into my Mum's dull, dead eyes until my Dad finally came home and found me. I think he blamed me, since he didn't have anyone else to, and since I looked so much like her. That's why I don't talk, that's why I don't let people touch me and that is the nightmare I have every single night. I still had my teddy, it was the one thing I asked for when my Dad said I was going away. I said I would go quietly as long as I could bring my bear. That was why I went to Campbell because...because I was so scared, I was so scared to be alone and he was the only one that still could ever make me feel safe.

The next morning, I woke up curled against something warm and comfortable. There were thin but strong arms around me and I look up smiling weakly. Cam looked so sweet when he slept. His lips were slightly parted and his hair was in his face. He crinkled his nose when I shifted and grumbles pulling me closer causing me to give up any escape attempt. The nurses would be in soon though, to wake everyone. I didn't want him to get in trouble, but I also didn't want to leave. I laid my head back down on his chest and sighed softly. I couldn't tell him, he would think of me differently, and I didn't want that. There was a shift of his body and another grumbly before I heard his groggy Scottish brogue, ' 'ello beautiful'