Not every one gets lucky in life but then again not everyone gets to live their life, their way. 

Meet Lena Rose Davis. 

She's had to protect herself since she ran away from her step father. Having lost contact and bit of memory of the last member of her real family when she was 6. She gets a taste of normality when kindness knocks on her door but what happens when the past comes knocking. Ghosts begging her to answer for what shes done. When both sides linked seem to divide just for her attention. Her affection. Her choice.

With no where else to run and hide, she must decide or she will lose more of those that care about her.

Be careful, She's Lethal

I rested my head on the pillow and couldn't stop thinking about her. God, I cared about her and here I was with a good man to help me care for her. Sam, Lena, Jacob, and soon my little Elsa Rose. Sam said he wanted to take guard of Lena and I didn't mind. Yet something bothered me when Lena arrived. 


Sam acted really happy, the shine in his eyes was like a sugar rush of a child. He seemed more protective of her than his mother. I trusted him but I didn't trust what he hid. Something about them seemed linked to each other. I didn't bother raising my suspicions because I just thought it was my mood. Yet the way Sam acted it was too much to surpass. 


I jolted awake when I felt cold, looking around in the room till my eyes landed on the clock and saw it was 3 am. Looking to my right and I saw Sam wasn't here. Hurriedly getting out the bed, I went in search of him, my feet quiet on the tiled floors. I found him on the passage couch sleeping with a blanket and pillow. 


 I went to check on my son and found him asleep soundlessly with his teddy bear. Last but not least I checked on Lena. Some color was returning to her and she seemed to be good. I smiled and kissed her forehead. 


She always said Samuel in her sleep but never recalled the memory when she woke. I needed to call the team back here. It was time they met her completely. The question is would she be able to control her temper. 


As I walked back to the room I found Sam staring out the window. His shirt off and his muscles flexing. I pulled myself from the door and walked closer to him. I hugged him from behind, the baby bump only separating us by a few inches. 


"Sam" I whispered as I kissed his shoulder. I heard him catch a breath. 


"Oh, dear Jess What you do to me..." he whispered as he turned around and kissed me fiercely. God, I loved this man. My claws dug into his back as he carried me up. 


The moment he set me on the bed, we were all mourns and bits of screams. 


"What's your name kid?" I asked the girl that approached me with Auntie. 


"I'm Jessie. Nice to meet you..." I said as mommy came back to me. 


"Friends?" she asked with her hand out 


"Sisters," I said as I shook her hand. 


We were so quick to be friends. Yet so slow to know each other. Our pasts were just too connected.


Our past connected 2 (Fifteen)