seth

Seth's patience was growing thin as he paced anxiously in the small cell waiting for his Daisy to return from the common room. He was already irritated from the ignorant b*stards that owed him the money for the supplies he graciously gave them in order to satisfy their drug addiction.

They assumed he was growing soft due to the little angel in his cell - the soft tones and gentle touches he gave her would support the idea. But, he wasn't stupid and he definitely wasn't weak. If anything, her presence only made him stronger with his entire purpose now dedicated to protecting her.

With him making it no secret the girl was his, nobody would dare to say one wrong word about her. People have already made a conscious attempt to avoid touching her, knowing it would set his explosive temper off, and even subconsciously censored their words in front of Daisy, as if she was a child too innocent to corrupt.

He rushed the meeting and was probably too lenient on the inmates but he was eager to see Daisy. It seemed that as everyday passed, he was growing more and more attached to the little thing and knew that he'd be very unwilling to let her go when the time came.

The love his father and mother had for each other was something he admired and aspired to have ever since he could remember them. Sweet smiles and adoring gestures were what he thought was normal until he grew up and realised what was around him.

The norm, especially in his line of business, were fighting couples plagued with jealousy and crying children begging not to be separated from a parent or two. But his parents were lucky. His parents had perfection and he wanted it.

Ever since he could understand English, they promised him he would find his angel eventually. "She will be the one to take you away from the darkness. She'll be the one to remind you to stop being the devil and be a man," his father had told him once upon a time.

So rather than fighting to live up to his family name, he thought for the family name that would one day belong to his angel - to give her everything he never got and everything she could ever want.

He refused to fight who Daisy was to him. There was not a single doubt in his mind that Daisy was the angel sent from above specifically for him.

He could quickly see himself falling in love with her, despite them not knowing each other for very long at all. Anybody who met Daisy would find it difficult not to. Being in the prison amplified emotions - people grew angry easily, grew depressed faster and apparently, fell in love quicker.

A day in prison felt like a month and a week felt like a year. Time went especially slow for Seth as he had been in the prison for years. He knew it would take Daisy longer to get to where he was and he was fine with waiting, as long as he had her at the end of it.

So that's why he was getting ready to break something when the doors began closing and Daisy still hadn't returned with the rest of the inmates.

"Oi! Nate, where's Daisy?" He yelled in the direction of Nate's cell.

"She said she'd walk back by herself - wanted some alone time." He replied, a little too nervously.

Seth's eye twitched. "And why did she want alone time? What did you do?!" He practically growled out.

"We may or may not have told her the reason you're in here?" Levi replied in a questioning tone.

He pushed himself away from the metal bars in shock and worry. Only, Seth hardly had any time to process the fact that his angel knew the one thing he tried his hardest to keep from her. A prison officer, one that didn't particularly like him yet had a soft spot for his Daisy as his men had informed him, walked right into his near breakdown.

"What do you want?" He growled out, his fingers running through his hair in frustration.

"Lose the tone inmate." The man narrowed his eyes. "The governors losing his patience with you. If you value that girl at all, you stay out of tr- "

"Officers needed in block D, left corridor. Girl injured. Restraining the prisoner."

For the first time, fear spiked his chest and the unfamiliar feeling only added to his nervousness. "W-what?" Seth said quietly, though when the prison officer started walking away, his fear immediately channelled into annoyance at the lack of information he was being given. "Hey! Where are you going? Is it Daisy? Is she ok?" He tried not the let the panic show through his voice.

The blonde man turned around with a forced sympathetic smile. "Sorry, kid. I know nothing." He said and proceeded to jog away to help.

Exasperated, Seth tugged on his hair and tried not to scream. He felt powerless because he knew there was nothing he could do but sit and wait for his angel to come back to him.

~~~

It was nearly an hour when the loud screeching of metal on concrete jolted his head towards the doors. From an hour of waiting inside the tiny room with nothing over than horrifying thought about what could've possibly happened to his angel plaguing his mind, he was more than relieved to see the stunning beauty staring at him with watery eyes and a timid smile.

His eyes zeroed in on the purple-green bruise that tainted her pale cheek, covering the bashful pink tint she usually wore. Seth's jaw clenched at the sight as he grew angry with himself for not protecting her like he swore he would.

He moved his gaze to the ground, mentally chastising himself as disappointment flooding him, while the metal doors looked them in.

"Seth." Daisy's dulcet voice echoed in the silence of the dim cell. "Seth," she repeated, her voice now going wobbly.

Hearing the pain in his voice broke his heart. He couldn't take another second away from her and he didn't know why he bothered to try. With two large steps, Seth had engulfed her tiny, fragile body in arms in an unconscious attempt to cage her away from all the danger in the world.

"Angel, I'm so sorry," he mumbled in her hair, pressing his lips against it affectionately.

"It's n-not your fault." Her voice, too, was muffled as she buried her face in his chest. "C-cuddle, please," she said after a while.

He let her go, hiding his smile when she clutched onto his shirt and made a noise of distress. A part of Seth was aware he shouldn't be happy his girl felt too scared to be a millimetre away from him, but with what had happened, he wanted to feel needed. He wanted the reassurance that he could protect her so his heart beat a little faster and his shoulders relaxed when it was clear that Daisy took comfort and safety in his presence.

Still holding onto her hand, he laid on the bed and gently pulled her to him. "C'mere."

Surprising him, she released her tight grip on his hand and shimmied out of pants without a care in the world. The white shirt, that was previously tucked into her pants, covered half of her thighs so even if Seth wasn't respectfully averting his eyes to the top of the bunk bed, he wouldn't be able to see anything anyway.

Daisy practically dived into under the covers and wrapped all her limbs around Seth. Again, he was startled by her behaviour because she would usually blush at just the slightest touch around her waist.

"J-just hold me please," she whimpered, rubbing her face on his chest like a kitten.

"Always," he replied softly, holding her as tightly and as gently as he could.

~~~

"The man said it was revenge against you."

They stayed in their positions for a while, neither one needing to fight sleep. Eventually, Daisy's grip loosened as she became more comfortable but he didn't want to initiate conversation if she wasn't ready to talk about it.

"I'm sorry." He said, fully meaning it. Apologising wasn't something he was used to but knew it would be a common occurrence if he were to have a future with someone as precious as the girl in his arms because it would involve him messing up a lot.

She stopped tracing circles on his chest when he spoke but continued the repetitive pattern again as she said, "I d-didn't mean it was your fault."

Seth didn't respond, not wanting to argue with her.

"He also knew F-Frank."

He was surprised it wasn't actually Frank that hurt her.

"Did he hurt you," he asked. Both knew what he actually meant. The bruise was visible but other things need confirmation.

She gave a barely noticeable shake to the head. "D-Dave got there w-when he hit me. Every- everything went black when he h-hit me. I thought- I thought I was- "

"Shh," he softly shushed her, knowing that anymore would break the dam that had been preventing her tears. "You're ok. You're ok."

"I b-banged my head," she muttered adorably.

He rubbed the back of her head and felt a slight bump on it. "Aw, poor kitten. Did that nurse girl check it out?" he cooed while looking at her in concern.

The girl nodded pitifully. "Y-yeah. She said to rest a-and," she paused to think of more but then ended with, "that was it."

Seth rolled his eyes. "How useful."

"Hurts," she stated, poking her cheek and wincing after it.

"Stop it, you child," he grumbled. Seth held her hand to his lips and smothered kisses all over her dainty fingers. Moving his head, he hummed against her neck in content.

Gently, he kissed her bruised cheeks and every other scratch on her beautiful skin until he reached her lips, brushing them lightly over his own. Feeling her breath hitch, he looked at her face to see her staring at him in wonder.

"I really like you, Daisy. You're mine."

~~~

Thank you for reading!

I wish I could individually thank all you lovely people who wished me good luck and waited for this update. You're all so amazing and supportive.

Got big news coming.

WORD COUNT:1756

Much love <3

~~~