daisy
The walls shook with the sound of bell, waking Daisy from her sleep. During the night, she wasn't able to get much and if she did, it wasn't very deep so she woke up exhausted.She slowly sat up, remembering to bend her head so it didn't hit the top bunk, and groaned at the wet pillow, stained with tears. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the thought of Owen hearing her cry throughout most of the night.Her cellmate was standing in the small area they had next to their beds, leaning against the wall and looking out of the bars as if he were waiting for something."Good," she started but coughed from her dry throat. "Good m-morning." She said shyly to him.He didn't look at her but replied quietly, "we don't have 'good' mornings here.""Sorry." She quickly apologised. Daisy didn't really know what for but she didn't want to get on the bad side of anybody, especially her cellmate."You have to toughen up if you want to survive here. Can't go around being all small and quiet. You n-need to show people they shouldn't mess with you." He told her, pushing his glasses up his nose and avoiding all eye contact."So, I have to be tall and loud?" Her eyebrows creased at his advice.He confirmed, "yes.""I can't do that."Just as he was about the reply, someone, who she assumed from the uniform was a prison staff member, wheeled a cart past their cell. He didn't linger as he quickly looked on the cart and passed some material through the bars of the cell to Owen, before moving along to the next one. She watched Owen quickly glance at the labels and then throw the balled up clothes at her, hitting her in the face. Daisy mumbled a thank you and then looked at what she was given.Immediately, she could tell it was several sizes too big, just like her orange jumpsuit. With the little courage she had in the early morning with no food in her stomach, she shyly asked, "isn't there a smaller size?"Owen turned to look at her and raised both of his hands in a mock defensive position, one hand holding his own prison uniform. "Oh I'm sorry, princess. Is that not good enough for you? I'm sorry they don't have Prada or Gucci here." He said sarcastically.The malice in his voice made Daisy's eyes start to water so she lowered her gaze and played her fingers. She didn't even dare ask him about undergarments. Eventually, he sighed, before ordering, "get dressed before they open up the cells for breakfast."Her eyes widened and looked up at the cell doors. If anybody walked by, they would be able to clearly see right into her cell. Then she looked at Owen with worry, wondering how she'd get changed with people watching.He rolled his eyes and walked to her. Daisy shuffled back so she was close to the wall and further away from the cellmate. She watched curiously as he reached up to his bunk, grabbed his bed sheet and then walked to the cell door. Holding it up as high as he could, he covered the door with the white sheet, effectively blocking the view."Quick." He snapped.She took this as the cue to get dressed as quick as she could. Though not taking any chances and risking her dignity, she crawled under her sheet and, while struggling, successfully changed out of her jumpsuit and into the grey sweatpants and top."Done." She mumbled quietly and emerged from the sheets.He put the sheet down and threw it back on the the bed. The small girl began to fold her sleeves with a pout of her lips, frowning at the abundance of extra material. "Turn around. I'm not giving any free shows here." Owen said to her, making her jump and blush in embarrassment.A moment later, the familiar bell sounded and the cell doors opened, followed by a buzz of people shouting, startling Daisy once again. She found that since being in the prison, despite only being there for a night, she was very on edge all the time as evident from her jumping at every sudden sound."C'mon. If you get lost, don't expect me to find you." He looked her in the eyes and added, "stay close."Daisy smiled at him a little, thinking that he wasn't too bad and she could've had a much worse of a cellmate. She considered herself extremely thankful to have met Owen.Climbing out of the bed, she slipped her shoes on and hurriedly rolled her pants up, both at the waist and the legs. She was eighteen but felt like a five year old in all the oversized clothes had been given.Seeing that Owen was already at the door waiting for a large group of prisoners to pass, she sped over to him, timidly hiding. As soon as there was a gap, he walked forward and turned around to see that Daisy was following closely by.People already starting noticing her, clear from their crude gestures and bad words. They purposely walked closer, squashing her between many tall, large men. Some of them didn't care and carried on walking to breakfast but many others reached out to touch her by grabbing her arm or stroking her hair. She looked at the many hands and saw them connected to the prisoners. They had some differences in the way they physically looked but all of them held creepy smiles. It all made her cringe and squirm away."Hey sweetie. Wanna join me in my cell for a fun time?""Looking pretty there girly.""Little rich girl playing with the bad boys ey?""Wanna be friends?"All of their voices seemed to merge together and repeat loudly in her head. What was actually two hands felt like two million and each gave her an overwhelming feeling of disgust as she walked quicker to try and get away.Distracted by everything happening to her, she didn't notice that by following the crowd, they had already made their way to the canteen. However, she also didn't notice that Owen wasn't in front of her. She had gotten lost in the crowd and forgot to stay close to the guy like he said. She looked around for him, spinning her head in every direction but trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone.Suddenly, she felt someone's hand squeeze her butt harshly. Daisy jumped and backed away from the hand, stumbling over the pant legs that had unrolled, before turning around and seeing that it was the prisoner that stared at her as she first arrived into the prison. Sure, everybody was staring but this guy chilled her to her very core. He seemed even more frightening up close with his crooked yellow teeth, yellow-green eyes that looked like pee and the piercings on his face. His tongue came out and liked his lips, lingering on his lip piercing as he leaned forward and eerily said, "sorry, sugar. Didn't see you there."Daisy's whole body was shaking. She was afraid she'd pass out from fear, which would be even worse as she didn't know what he'd do to her if she were unconscious. Even if she had wanted to respond with something, maybe something to seem braver than she actually was so he wouldn't mess with her, no words would come out of her mouth.She was slowly backing away, when her back met something hard and a strong pair of hands were placed on hips. Daisy froze. Now, she was surrounded and from the look of fear on the silent prisoners around her, the person behind her was even more terrifying than the one harassing her.But, she couldn't help but inhale his manly scent that enveloped her, making her toes curl inside her trainers. It was a truly intoxicating smell, which confused her. She pictured what he looked like in her head and the monster did not match the feelings he was suddenly giving her."Leave her alone, Frank." His chest rumbled as he spoke, vibrating against her back. His husky voice held anger and threat, all making her stomach fill with butterflies as she marvelled at how his voice sounded. It sounded all the lot nicer because of the fact her was defending her.She looked at the hands on her hips and saw them covered with tattoos. Daisy found herself wanting to look at every single one of them in detail. Slowly, she turned around but was met with a chest so her head had to be craned upwards to finally see the face of the only person to stick up for her.His tattoos, again, attracted her eyes, covering the tan skin of his neck and disappear into his clothes. Despite the loose fit, she could tell he had a well built physique, most probably from working out during his free time in prison. His jaw was clenched in, what seemed like, anger, allowing her to notice that his jawline looked like it could cut diamonds. She wanted to stand on the tips of her toes just to look into his eyes and see deeper into the green-blue colour she saw.All of a sudden, his eyes looked to her making her look away and at his clothed chest, blushing profusely at being caught ogling a potential psychopathic killer or rapist."What's it to you? You gotta share the little sugar, Seth." The one that touched her, who was called Frank, smirked in her direction.SETH?! She remembered that he was the one person Owen warned her about. One side of her wanted to run but another wanted to stay. It wasn't fair to judge him based on something another person said and plus, she only cared about how he was acting in this moment. He didn't seem threatening towards Daisy so naturally, she leaned back into Seth, trying to get as far away from Frank as possible. She also tried to subtly inhale his smell but from the weird look on a few of the prisoners watching, it wasn't as subtle as she thought.Seth's muscled arm curled around her front and effectively pushed her behind him. Her small hands resisted from clutching onto his arm as she didn't want him to let go, surprisingly feeling comfort from him touching her and not disgust like she felt from the other prisoners.Her protector walked forward, her shuffling behind him closely and cringing away from the other people around them. Seth firmly grabbed onto Frank's top and narrowed his eyes, sneering, "you, don't touch her. Ever."He pushed Frank away, making him fall back into a group of people all glaring at Seth. Shockingly to Daisy, Frank only laughed. If that were me, I'd poop myself! She thought."Someone's got a crush." Frank sang, waving his hands about.Daisy fiddled with her sleeves that were also now unrolled and bit her lip in embarrassment. The idea of this model looking prisoner having a 'crush' on her was ludicrous but it still brought a reaction.However, Seth's reaction was much more different to hers as he stepped forward and delivered a powerful right hook to Frank's face. The sound it made on impact made her wince and look away from the violence."What's going on here?!"A prison officer barged his way through the crowd and finally reached them. Daisy smiled, seeing that it was Dave. He looked at her warmly as she peeked out from behind a person but frowned when he saw who her saviour was and scowled even further when he saw Frank knocked out cold.He shook his head and rubbed his face with his hand, making Daisy assume that something like this happening wasn't unusual. "Take him to the nurse." He told another guard that had followed him. "Nothing to see here! Move along inmates!" Dave ordered the room and walked away.The crowd dispersed and went back to it's racket. Seth turned around and stared at her. He didn't say anything making Daisy feel a little awkward as she squirmed under his gaze. "Erm. Th-thank y-you." She said with gratitude.The corners of his lips quirked up slightly, but fell just as quick as it appeared. He wrapped an arm around her waist and began walking to the line. She tried to move away from him because even though he saved her, he was still a stranger and she had no idea what type of crime he committed. However, when his hold on her tightened so her body was touching his side, she stopped resisting and hoped he'd relax his grip a little, which he did.He walked them to the line, grabbing trays for himself and Daisy and pushed in front of the waiting people. They looked like they wanted to protest but when they saw who it was, their mouths stayed shut. Although, Daisy still felt bad so she looked up at Seth to say quietly, "w-we shouldn't p-push i-in."She was a little surprised he heard her with all the commotion in the canteen and the fact her voice was barely audible to even herself. But, he clearly did when he looked at her with furrowed eyebrows and eventually said, "don't worry about it, angel."Angel?Realising that she hadn't told him her name yet, she said, "m-my name is Daisy.""It's pretty."Her cheeks heated but before either could say anything, a small bowl of porridge was placed on Seth's tray. Daisy looked at the dinner lady and smiled at her as the woman scooped the food into a bowl and put it on her tray. "Thank you." She said sweetly."You're welcome, pet." The late middle aged lady replied in surprise of the prisoner's manners.Seth's hand on her back led her forward, where some pears, apples and bananas were presented. He grabbed an apple and nodded his head towards the fruit. "Choose."Her lips pursed in thought but she must've been thinking longer than she thought because the man behind her yelled, "make your mind up, lady! My stomach's rumblin'"A glare from Seth quickly shut him up. He leant down and whispered to Daisy, "take your time, angel." Not wanting to anger anybody else or waste more time, she quickly took a banana. Although, she was going to choose that anyway.They walked to a table, that was surprisingly empty, while people sneaked quick glances at the two. Once they sat down, Seth poured them both the one drink option, water, which she mumbled a quiet thank you to. Despite porridge being one of her favourites, the taste was bland, making her wish for a little sugar."You'll get used to it." Seth told her, shovelling the food into his mouth like he hadn't eaten for days. He quickly finished, while Daisy took her time."Thank you for being nice to me." She said between mouthfuls, eating politely like how her mother would tell her to do.The look on his face was one of confusion and thought. "How did someone like you end up in a place like this?" He said, reaching out to touch one of her brown curls and twirling her hair between his fingers.She tried not to focus on his skin that would graze her face, making her cheeks burn. "What do you mean someone like me?""Innocent. Beautiful." He listed, looking into her blue eyes.He's doing it on purpose. He wants to make me look like a tomato. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop from smiling at the compliment as he smirked at her. Daisy didn't think anyone had called her beautiful before. The tabloids didn't count.Her eyes, then, caught a mop of blonde hair behind Seth. It was Owen walking around with a tray in his hands as he looked around for an empty seat. Daisy smiled and waved at him. She hoped he wasn't mad at her for getting lost.When he finally spotted her waving hand, a look of pure terror and fear washed across his face. She could see his hands visibly shaking until he dropped his tray and speed walked out of the canteen. She frowned but looked at Seth and instantly knew what frightened him. Seth's muscles tensed as he clenched his hands into fists on the table. He was glaring in the direction of Owen and he was breathing harshly through his nose."A-are you ok?" Without thinking, she placed her hand on his tattooed one.He looked at her, his eyes softening, and almost immediately, his hand relaxed and held onto hers. "Perfect."daisyShe ate the rest of her breakfast in silence. Both because she didn't know what to say after he turned her cheeks scarlet, and because she wasn't a chatty person anyway. Luckily, it was a comfortable silence rather than the awkward ones she was used to with her family. Daisy sat for a moment and sipped the last of her water, before Seth grumbled, "c'mon," as he stood up from the bench.Daisy looked at him, slightly startled as she didn't know where he wanted them to go. "W-where?" she asked, stumbling over the word and the bench at the same time. He put his hand on the small of her back to steady her, though he didn't let go as they walked out of the canteen and through a large hallway. If anything, he pulled her closer by wrapping his arm around his waist almost possessively. She thought he was very touchy-feely for someone she had only met that morning, but she didn't seem to mind all that much. "The common room is where we go in free time." She assumed the 'we' was prisone
daisyShe found it difficult to believe what Owen had said about Seth being the 'devil'. She thought the guy was probably the nicest person she had met so far, going as far as to calling him her knight in orange jumpsuit in her head and laughing about it afterwards.However, her cellmate seemed to tremble at just the name of said knight and people did look at Seth with some sort of fear. It could be possible he was dangerous, especially if he was a gang leader but he was very gentle and patient with her. And anyway, Owen was scared of everyone in prison apart from Daisy so she thought he was exaggerating. They didn't spend much time talking after what Owen said though. She suspected he didn't know what the crime was anyway so she didn't push the topic. Instead, they played with a deck of cards until the bell rung, telling them to go to lunch.This time, she made sure to not lose sight of him as they walked to the canteen, but her extra caution may not have been necessary. The other p
seth"Did you get what I need?" He asked gruffly. They we're both hidden in a corridor with both Nate and Levi standing at the entrance. Seth knew from experience that they didn't need to fear getting caught doing the transaction because most, if not all, of the prison officers were aware of who he was and were too afraid to say anything to the Governor. Toby took off his backpack and unzipped it, pulling out a few packets of cigarettes. "H-here." He said, reluctantly handing them over. Seth glared at the short man as his jaw clenched with anger. "That's not all though is it, Toby?" Now a little more nervous, the exact reaction Seth expected, the man pulled out a small puffy white pillow from his backpack. It was snatched from him while he stuttered, "T-this is the l-last t-time. If they find out, I could be in p-prison for another f-five years."He grimaced at the stuttering. It reminded him of his tiny brown-haired angel, only he thought she was strangely adorable when she did it
daisyDaisy started her morning with a bang - literally banging her head on the bunk bed above her. However, the top of her head wasn't the only area in pain as both of her hands stung excruciatingly underneath the make shift bandages Seth had made using paper towels.The only bright side was that it reassured her the previous day wasn't a dream and that Seth really did help her after she bumped into him after her work. He didn't laugh at her for crying but instead fixed her sore hands and kissed them better. Daisy forced down a high pitched squeal as she relived the moment in her head repeatedly. Unfortunately, she didn't see him for the rest of the day after he walked away from her cell. Owen was also extremely quiet, probably from being warned by Seth, but after a few minutes of her trying to get him to talk to her, he gave in and asked her questions about what happened.Like she did at lunch, Daisy looked all around the canteen and the common room for Seth during dinner but again
daisy"Oh my. I can't wait to start! I have denied every single inmate that wanted to work here but I just couldn't deny the sweet girl that was always so polite and said her 'please' and 'thank yous," Mrs Patel gushed in her thick Indian accent the minute Daisy arrived in the large kitchen.The petite girl shifted on her feet, feeling awkward and wondering if the lady was going to start pinching her cheeks. Once they began to work, Daisy decided she had fallen in love with her new job. The dinner lady didn't watch her every move as she was left to do her own thing independently. In fact, Mrs Patel ran in and out of the room as if in a constant hurry. Daisy was given the task to make a large batch of soft bread rolls and although it was an easy task, she managed to make the most out of it. She made three different animals, pigs, hedgehogs and bunnies, to give them an option of which one to choose but hoped that they'd still eat them even if they were vegetarian. Shaping the creatur
daisyIt didn't come as much of a surprise to her that waking up in Seth's arms would've been the best feeling she had ever felt. For the first time in a while, her dreams were filled with nothing but good things, fluffy clouds and dancing puppies, and she didn't doubt it was all to do with her handsome cellmate.One of his hands were on her head and the other around her back, squeezing her tightly every so often, as she laid with her face on his chest and her legs tangled with his. A small part of her wanted to save some dignity and pull away from him as to not give the impression that she was the sort of person to fall asleep with random men she hardly knew. However, the larger part of her didn't want to move an inch while she basked in his manly scent and muscled torso with his steady heartbeat singing her into another deep sleep. All of a sudden, his heartbeat fastened, causing her to open her eyes in shock. Daisy buried further into him to fall back asleep but it was impossible
daisyWeeks passed by slowly and the days dragged on. Everyday was repetitive and not very productive but fortunately, Seth made everything much more bearable. It was like being stuck in an endless nightmare with the man of her dreams. Since being there, she would smile more and more frequently all because of him and the way he would make her feel. He even made her laugh quite often, which was something she didn't expect from Seth as he was such a grumpy person. But in the few times her mood was down from overthinking or just missing the outside world, Seth would try his best to elicit a giggle out of her, whether telling a corny joke or poking her in the stomach. Apparently, that was her weak spot.Nevertheless, he'd never fail and because of this, Daisy found herself liking him more with every second spent with him. And they spent a lot of seconds together.Though a downside with being incredibly attached to him was that Seth would sometimes leave her to do things he knew she would
sethSeth'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 t
daisyShe mentally concluded that manual labour was not for her as she scrubbed the graffiti with nothing but a sponge and soapy water. Daisy decided she deserved a life of being able to sleep and eat whenever she wanted. Not to mention her giant list of hobbies that had miraculously doubled since leaving prison. However, the feeling of fresh air and infinite space was something she couldn't get enough of. The idea that if she were to run, there wouldn't be walls to stop her. It was hard to imagine only a month had passed since she was incarcerated. It would've felt like a dream if it weren't for her vivid memories of Seth. Now every other day she was scrubbing walls and picking up litter with weekly check ins with a corrections officer, despite it having being proven she wasn't guilty. The court decided to make an example out of her as her family were so obnoxious and assumed her to be the same. They announced that due to the abstraction of justice, her sentence turned into a fine
daisy"People are looking at me," he grumbled into her ear.Nobody would dare judge Seth Knight so openly. So without looking up, Daisy knew he was exaggerating and everyone was minding their own business and eating their lunch. She looked at the intricate tattoos on his neck that peeked out from his sweatshirt collar, now coloured in neatly with felt tip pens."That's because you're so pretty," she giggled and poked his jaw.He pulled her closer by the waist to deliver a soft kiss on the crown of her head and mumbled, "not as beautiful as you," making warmth rise to her cheeks immediately."Maybe I should get a tattoo too," she said absentmindedly. She'd sometimes see inmates getting tattooed in a guy named Pete's small dingy cell, the outcome being far more beautiful than she'd expect from his DIY methods. She had seen there were a few more people that would offer tattoos in exchange for contraband but from prison gossip that Seth would tell her, Pete was the best."Definitely not,"
daisyDaisy clutched onto her bloated stomach, pain clawing its way through her insides. It was the time of the month that she especially hated being locked away, yet ironically proceeded to hide away in her cell for as much as she could, which unfortunately wasn't as much as she'd like. The prison schedule wasn't very sympathetic to her situation. Usually her periods wouldn't be so terrible as they were usually predictable and manageable. But perhaps her recent stress and anxiety had caused a riot in her body because the pain was now excruciating. "It hurts," she groaned into her pillow, hugging her knees into her chest tighter in an attempt to squeeze away the cramps. It didn't work."I know, my love, I know. But, you've had enough paracetamol for now. You have to wait a few hours before I can give you more," Seth said, voice full of pity for his little angel. She rocked herself for comfort and shook away the hand that was comforting her. "I don't want your pity I want drugs."Her
daisyDaisy listened with a happy smile on her face. She had her head on Seth's chest, listening to the deep rumble as he read Cinderella word by word. Though a little staggered, she appreciated the effort he put in emphasising his words, making it as dramatic as possible. He also quietly, yet with full confidence, changed his voice to match the characters.She remembered how thrilled she was to see the brand new book on the shelf in the prison common room. It was a dark, violent version of the classic fairy tale which made it a lot more fitting to be seen in such a place. Seth was still treating her like a princess and doting on her every need. She didn't think it would be possible that his unique infatuation for her could increase but it did the moment she woke up and he wished her a happy birthday.While locked away, time wasn't a factor. Maybe for some that were counting down the days but the longer Daisy was in there, the more she couldn't imagine being anywhere else. She would
sethCabin fever was really setting in to his little Daisy, which was surprising because he knew she lived the life of a hermit prior to prison. He wished there was more he could do to ease her restlessness but evidently, he was limited to changing from bottom to top bunk and walks around the same brick walls over and over again. He didn't mind though, because he loved hearing her timid ramblings as the walked the halls. It gave Seth a glimpse into their future - both elderly and white haired, having their early morning walk to stretch their legs to they don't go unused, gossiping about their neighbours.His hand clutched hers tighter at the happy thought. The soft brown hair was dancing in the air, the heavy wind blowing past them as she absentmindedly walked on the tables outside - the different level gave her some variation she had said. "I love the fresh air," she sighed, closing her eyes with pure bliss on her face. Seth looked up at her, the blue sky reminding him why he calle
daisy His strong heartbeat comforted her, muffled under his sweatshirt but it was still there, a constant to focus on. It was confident and real. It reassured her that he was really there stroking her bare back under her clothes, his rough hands providing warmth. Seth had told her many times that he was there, and he wouldn't leave her ever again, sniffling into her hair as he did so. She believed him, she really did. If she didn't, he definitely seemed determined to smother her until she did so. It was almost like she had to comfort him with how remorseful he was. But of course, Daisy didn't give him that satisfaction. She just allowed him to repeat his sorry words and relished in his coddling, giving herself permission to feel safe in his arms. There was nothing but the faint sounds of prisoners talking. Daisy and Seth hadn't said anything for a while now. He had now stopped incessantly apologising and she was zoned out - eyes stinging and swollen shut, lips chapped and cut from
(tw)daisyShe had lost count of the amount of days since her and Seth had talked. While it felt like weeks, it could've easily have been days.He'd made a point to avoid her at every opportunity, only making her more confused about the situation. She was worried it would be painful to be around him, but he wouldn't give her a chance to experience that as he was actively trying to spend as little time with her as possible. She'd rather take the pain than not seeing him at all.Daisy had unfortunately gotten used to him sitting a few seats away in the canteen, quickly and quietly eating his food in an eager to leave. Levi and Nate were awkwardly put in the middle like two children with divorced parents.Luckily, Seth kept to himself so the boys would still accompany her around the prison. It would've made the whole situation a lot worse if the innocent little prisoner was left to fend for her self without her usual protective bodyguard.She wondered if he would actually care if somethi
daisyA bit of privacy was very hard to find in a rowdy, chaotic prison. But there were the rare days that people were a little too tired to cause fights and thus were a little calmer. Perhaps they were missing their families or were full on a large meal but regardless, it made the prison atmosphere a slightly less terrifying. Absorbed in a book, Daisy found it easier to escape into a completely different world and forget about where she was altogether. Though she had a loving boyfriend and caring friends, being trapped inside the same stone walls would bring anyone's mood down. But now, a smile graced her porcelain face as she read a new book, swaddled in one of Seth's spare sweatshirts with her legs crossed comfortably on the old leather couch. Loose strands of light brown hair fell from her effortless messy bun, touching her cold pink cheeks. Unknown to her, Daisy's naturally angelic and calming aura would enhance when she was content. Somehow, it was enchanting, almost hypnotiz
daisyThe two nights without Seth were miserable. Daisy realised she was much more in love with him than she thought she was or ever expected to be. Despite Dave telling her what had happened to get him into isolation, she still felt completely clueless about the whole situation. She didn't know what it was like, how he was being treated and if he was ok with the battering the prison officer gave him.Her stomach churned at the thought of him rotting in a cold empty prison cell with only his own pee to drink.A part of her had forgotten how temperamental Seth was. He was calm and collected, moody and silent, and most importantly he contained his urge for brutal fist fights in front of her.Rather than being scared or put off by his violent behaviour, a behaviour she was in no way exposed to before meeting him, Daisy just felt worried. It didn't make her love him any less and in a strange way she felt protective for the man that could easily protect himself."Please be ok, please be o