Page 71 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

It always comes when they least expect it.

"That's not true," Leo said. "You're safe right now."

"We'll keep you safe," Oliver said. "We'll always keep you safe."

Hedda shook her head and pushed against Oliver. She didn't want to be held anymore.

"Let me go," she said.

"You're okay," Leo said. "You're safe here. You can calm down."

"Stop!" she yelled. "Just fucking stop."

Everything was getting to be overwhelming and Hedda didn't like it. She didn't want this anymore. She didn't want them to tell her everything was okay when it wasn't.

They didn't understand.

They never would.

"Okay," Oliver said. "I'll let you go."

His arms unwrapped around her and she pushed herself off of him. Both of them stared at her as she looked at them.

Hedda didn't know if she should stay or if she should go up to her room. Maybe it was best to go up to her room so they couldn't ask her any more questions.

Leo gave her a smile, but she didn't return it. She wasn't in a happy mood right now and didn't know how he was smiling at her.

"I can't do this," she said.

Hedda turned on her heels and started to walk towards the stairs. She needed to get away from them.

She didn't know how much longer she would be able to stand here without breaking down. They were being too caring and she wasn't used to that in a situation like this.

"You need to talk about this at some point," Leo said. "It's not good for you to keep this all in. It's going to get to you if it hasn't already."

Hedda stopped walking, but didn't look back. It was already starting to affect her.

She was seeing dead peopleon the street when she shouldn't be. They wouldn't believe her if she told them what was happening.

Would they?

She shook her head. They wouldn't.

"We're here for you when you're ready to talk about it or just need arms around you," Oliver said. "We won't say anything if you aren't ready to talk. We just want to be there for you."

Hedda wanted to turn back and reply, but she knew if she did, they would take it as an invitation.

She continued to walk towards the stairs and make her way towards her room. She needed some time to think to herself.

She made her way into her room and sat down in the corner. She needed to be able to see the doorway in case anyone tried to come in.

Hedda knew that no one without their fingerprint and knowledge of the code could get into the house. It made her feel safe, but at the same time she just needed to look at the door.

To make sure she was safe and okay.

It was more of a mental thing she needed to do to keep herself calm and sane.

Hedda took a deep breath and continued to stare at the door. What was she going to do? Was she going mad? Was this her body's way of shutting down on her?

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