It's been a few days since the whole John fiasco, at first I was worried that Anthony did something to him but he rang yesterday. He asked to speak to me which Anthony allowed, he apologised over and over again and thanked me for stopping Anthony. I was just glad he was safe and kind of shocked that Anthony actually listened to me, I mean he's been so different since we moved here, probably because he knows there isn't a way out.  I was playing with Amelia in the living room, making sure she didn't get hurt as she was trying to crawl, Anthony was somewhere in the house doing who knows what, I tend not to ask questions, when the bell for the gate rang through the house. I knew I wasn't meant to open the door but I didn't know if Anthony heard it, I make sure Amelia was safe before rising to my feet. I start to walk around the house calling his name but I couldn't find him, this house was massive I've probably only b

I hear the back door opening causes me to wipe my tears away and move so my back was against the door. I didn't want Anthony to come in and see me crying over Adam. Not long after the back door opened the playroom door behind me slowly opens, I continue to play with Amelia to try to make it seem like I didn't notice he had walked in. I hear him mumble "I need to make a call" to himself before he walks away leaving the playroom door open. I put all of Amelia's toys out for her to play with, I quietly get up and walk out the playroom walking down the hall. I walk up the end of the hall, where I don't see Anthony but I hear him shouting, probably down a phone, I wanted to stay to listen but Amelia crying prevents me from doing so.      I quietly and quickly run back to the playroom where she immediately giggles, she probably didn't want me to leave her alone. I smile a little but faintly in the background

"I don't know okay, I have no clue why your husband was looking me up! Maybe because he's just met me and he was doing some back ground checks for some reason" I start, but she shakes her head moving backwards with Amelia in her arms "okay please just put her down" I say, having to hold back tears that wanted to escape my eyes, Anthony walks behind me with his hand on my back.     "He came here a day after you came, he actually hasn't left, so if you wanna see him I'd put our daughter down" he says, as I look behind me I see one of his hands were hidden behind my back, I turn a little to see he was hiding the gun.    "You'll take me to him right now?" She asks him, I wanted to tell her what was maybe gonna happen, but all I could actually think about was getting Amelia back in my arms out of harms way. 

Out wobbles a hurt looking Anthony, he had blood dripping down his face, what looks like a hurt arm and well like I said, looking wobbly.     "Freya come here we need to leave" he says, gesturing for me to come over to him with his hand, the guy puts the phone to his ear.    "Yes police please" he says turning away, Anthony looks up telling the guy to hang up the phone "it's alright mate, I'm gonna send someone to come help, yeah hello-" the guy turns but Anthony hits him around the side of the head, causing the guy to stop to the floor immediately.    "Anthony!" I shout shocked, he takes my arm beginning to pull me away from the guy and into the maze of trees ahead "Anthony we need to get help you're hurt" I say, but he doesn't listen as we enter the maze of trees. 

"He's gonna make us go back with him" I say beginning to cry, but Blake holds me tightly.    "He's never getting anywhere near you ever again" he whispers looking over at Anthony, I finally turn seeing a really injured Anthony stood there "you need to leave, you aren't getting anywhere near any of the girls again" Blake shouts, causing Anthony to look directly at us, I bury my face into Blake's arm as soon as he does.    "And who the fuck are you?" Anthony asks, I could tell by his voice he was getting angry and that's where trouble starts.    "Me? I'm Blake, Freya's real boyfriend" Blake says smiling, I turn to Anthony who looks beyond annoyed, he moves to his back pocket where I knew what he liked to keep there.