Prompting You to Keep Writing

She opened her apartment door to a dozen roses. She knew they were from him; he had found her.

A small note attached, 'Always' He had always been there, from the moment her rose colored hair caught his eye.

He pulled against the chains with all his might but they wouldn’t give.
“Don’t bother.”
He looked up to discover a thin girl bound with the same chains. Although it was dark, he could see her bruised eyes and bloody wrists.
“I’ve already tried.”

“I need your help,” their sibling said. “They took… they took—”
They clamped a hand over their mouth as if that might contain the strangled sounds that felt more like wails than sobs. Now wasn’t the time for wailing. 
The villain straightened. “[Child’s name].” Whatever differences they had, that wasn’t one of them.  
“Please.”
They made sure no one ever dared touch their family again.