[ CW ] Write a story that ends with `` I love her . That 's why I killed her '' .

I looked out of the window, it was almost insulting how peaceful the world looked at that moment. How quickly it would be filled with blood. 
 
 I looked over at her, my beautiful daughter Jenny, still sleeping in her bed. What a trooper. We had run as far as we could, and not once had she complained. My beautiful Jenny. Sleeping almost as if there was not a care in the world. 
 
 Her long blonde hair tied up haphazardly in a plait rested on her shoulder, as gently as I could I stroked her hair, she stirred a little, remembering happier times. The way she would run up to me arms outstretched with a smile so full it could put the sun to shame because of how bright it was, how scared we both were when I let go of that bike, but so proud when she just started pedalling all by herself. 
 
 `` Do n't be scared!'' I said to her before letting go, and she kept on pedalling. 
 
 She cried when she eventually fell down, and held onto my neck tight as I picked her up and cradled her in my arms. She was so small then. 
 
 `` Do n't be scared,'' I had whispered into her ear again and again, until she finally stopped crying and looked at me with those big, round eyes, wet with tears and demanded that she try again. What a trooper. 
 
 And so I sat there on the edge of the bed, stroking her hair. 
 
 I could n't let them get to her, I could never let them touch her. We would get captured today. There was n't any use running anymore. They'd do unspeakable things to her. I could n't let them. I could never let them touch my beautiful Jenny. 
 
 Gently I put one hand over her mouth, the other around her neck. Tears formed as I started to squeeze. 
 
 Instantly her eyes shot open. Panic. Confusion. Pain. 
 
 Her fingers clawed at my arms and hands, I could see tears dropping down to her frightened face. 
 
 `` Do n't be scared honey, do n't be scared,'' 
 
 I repeated it over and over like a mantra. 
 
 She lifted up her hand as if to scratch my face, but instead she just held it there. Softly holding my cheek with her hand as the hot tears rolled down. 
 
 She did n't look scared anymore. My beautiful little trooper. 
 
 Eventually the hand dropped and I felt the last breath leave. And I sat there, with the tears rolling down my face as I cradled her in my arms, brushing her hair over and over again. 
 
 I do n't know how long I held her like that, could have been hours, but they found me like that when they burst in. 
 
 They tore her from my arms and I fought back, howling and with every tooth and nail. But it was n't long until I was shoved down and boot was jammed into my neck. I could n't breathe and looked over at Jenny. 
 
 She looked like she was sleeping, so peaceful, like there was n't a care in the world. 
 
 I could feel cold steel press into the back of my head. But they would n't have her. They could n't have her. My beautiful Jenny. My little trooper. 
 
 I love her. That's why I killed her.
