He is. He opens the door to find her on his doorstep, shaking slightly. He notices that she's covered in blood and there's a faint pink mark on Katie's cheek. He knows who's responsible without her saying something. He's always had an uneasy feeling about her husband.
He always thought he was a prick.
There's nothing spoken once she's in the house either. That's one of the great things about their relationship. They don't have to talk to know they can lean on each other for support. He's just there and she's not alone and she's grateful for that.
Katie falls asleep, she tucks her up in the spare bedroom and runs her fingers through her hair.
Oh how could she be so stupid to believe he was sorry.
His lies and her naivety had caused a victim in her daughter. That guilt would never go away. If only she'd left the first time, her daughter wouldn't have become injured because of the bastard she'd chosen to marry (and start a family with)
"Why didn't you tell me?" She's sat at the kitchen table, leaving the question to hang in the air. He's sat in front of her, a bowl of warm water and a cloth and she shrugs. Why didn't she tell him, she wonders.
"I didn't think you'd believe me."
He sighs. He can only guess what that bastard for her husband had told her during the many arguments they'd had. He could tell he'd broken and completely shattered the person she used to be. Roisin Connor used to have confidence, too much confidence.
Now she was a shadow of her former self.
He gently washes the cut on the side of her face and watches as she flinches. It's sad that she believes everyone around her will use her as a punching bag. He'd never hit her. He'd never raise a finger to her.
"Roisin?" He's cleaned her up as best as he can and he plants a kiss on her forehead. He takes in her scent and he smiles softly. He knows the only way to get her back to the person she used to be would be to eliminate the person who'd broken her.
"Roisin?" He kneels down in front of her and cups her cheek in his hand, "I promise I'll never let him hurt you or Katie again."
She thinks she knows what he means. This is Michael Walker she's talking too. A man who's not afraid to kill if it means protecting the ones he loves. She puts her hand over his on her cheek and smiles softly.
"Please don't do anything stupid."
He's got a family too you know. He's got two children who need him more than they say they do. She doesn't want him to do something stupid, something that might jepordize his own career to deal with her idiotic choices in life.
Although if she's honest, this won't be the last time. She's always been shit at choosing potential husbands/boyfriends/etc. Absolutely shit and look where it's got her. Completely broken, independent on a man she hates (sometimes) and a daughter damaged by the things her parents used to do.
"Just worry about you and Katie." He says with a small smile, drops a kiss on her forehead and stands up. That feeling's returned in her stomach, the feeling of dread and knowing that something terrible is going to happen.
She tries, believe me she tries to talk him out of doing something stupid but he doesn't listen. The door closes and she hopes that he's not thrown out of his depth. She couldn't bare it if something happened to him too because of her.
She feels awkward? Yes awkward being in a house that isn't her own although she has visited it several times. It's different now though, the atmosphere's different. She's just escaped an abusive husband and her friend is hunting for him, ready to kill him.
The television's on quietly, the channel on bbc one and the news flashing around the screen. She's not watching it nor paying attention. It's background noise in the quiet house, trying to stop her from thinking he's watching her every move.
The front door slams closed and she jumps. She realises there's nothing to be afraid of and he appears at the door.
"He won't hurt you again Roisin." He says, doesn't elaborate and leaves. She can hear his footsteps on the stairs then along the landing and she knows what he did. She knows that her husband Robbie is dead. He killed him for her, for Katie.
Robbie's dead and surprisingly she's calm about the situation. She's relieved, it could've been her who could've died.
And that day itself becomes an unspoken promise, never to discuss the events of that evening.
And to this day, they don't. They never will.
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