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Patricia's POV

I had just arrived. It was ten in the morning, everyone was at school, even Victor, who happened to be bullying Mr Sweet instead of Trudy. In one arm I had a massive bag filled with my clothes, Jana's nappies, baby wipes, baby clothes and a roll on deodorant and other hygiene products. I smiled to see a bundle of happy energy shoot toward me. That was how I remember her. Um, Trudy, I mean. In my other arm, I held my three month old baby by the name of Jana Marie Williamson-Miller-Sweet. It's a bit of a mouthful.

"Patricia! Oh, how lovely to see you again! And this is little Jana, I think?" Trudy bubbled, hugging me.

"Yep. Jana, baby, meet Auntie Trudy." I handed Jana to Trudy.

"Aw, Patricia, she's beautiful. Looks just like her mother." Trudy cooed.

"You think? I always thought she looked more like her dad." I stated, tilting my head to the side.

"No, no. Definitely has more of you than she does Eddie. Her eyes are the same colour as Eddie's, but definitely the same shape as yours. She's mainly a mini you." Trudy definitely hasn't changed in the whole mother sense.

"Are you sure you don't mind looking after her for me during school hours?" I asked her. "Jana can be... loud."

"Oh, I'm sure she and I'll get on fine. She's a dear love, isn't she?" Trudy beamed, loving little Jana.

"I know. Is there anywhere I can ditch this bag where no one'll find it?" I asked, looking at my motherly housemother.

"Of course, let me take you to your new bedroom, specially designed for you and baby Jana." Trudy beamed.

As I followed her upstairs, I noticed that she wasn't as bouncy as I'd remembered. She' run to me how I'd remembered, but then I got a good look and saw that she was thinner than my last term here. Her sleeve moved up a bit and I saw a flash of a bruise.

"Trudy, are you alright?" I asked the woman holding my child.

"Never better, why?" She asked.

"I think I just saw a bruise on your arm." I told her, worrying.

"Oh, that. Yeah, I fell." She told me, leading me up to the attic. I got a shock when I saw it. It had a big double bed with a black bedspread and the thing had a silver electric guitar picture on it!

There was a little wooden cradle that Jana would love. A rocking chair made of ebony wood. A thick and fluffy black carpet. All my photos. Purple walls. It was all fabulous. I looked around while Trudy lay a sleeping Jana in the cradle.

I turned around and gave her a soft squishy hug. I felt her bones when I hugged her. She was super skinny, like Jerome's jeans when he was fourteen. Practically no skin or flesh on her skinny little body. She was bruised, too. She winced when I rubbed her back by accident.

I sat her down and hugged her a bit more gently. "You sure you're OK?"

"Yeah, fine." She didn't quite meet my eyes, I knew she was lying. And she was hopeless at it, too.

"Trudy, you need to work on the lying. Are you dating anyone?" I asked her.

"Would you believe me if I told you I was engaged to get married?" She asked. Though she didn't sound thrilled.

"Who to?" I asked her, dreading the answer.

"Victor." She whispered. I gasped.

"Victor?! You're engaged to... Victor?! But, huh?! I mean you're beautiful and sweet and he's... Victor! Who proposed?" I stuttered, barely coherent.

"He did, of course. You can't really think I'd say no, seeing as the man gets violent if I turn him down in any form but one, which we agree has to be left alone until we're married. And Jasper returned, trying to get me to go out. It broke my heart to tell him that I was already engaged. But he still insists on visiting." She seemed so unhappy. Who wouldn't be? She'd been forced into this whole relationship with Victor.

"Trudy, if it makes you feel better, I can call the police. He'll get done for abuse, then you can call it off while he's in there, then tell Jasper that you two broke up. I hate to see you feeling bad. Come here, talk to me."

"I like your plan, really I do. I'm just scared of what he'd do after he got out of prison. You know as well as I do what he's like. Please help me."

"That I can do. You watch. I'll make you see light again."

I waited until night time, just before Trudy went to Victor. I called the police as she left her room and told them what happened.

Trudy's POV.

I sat in Victor's office with my old happiness. I knew that very soon, I'd tell him it was over, get beaten, he'd be caught in the act and arrested.

I heard the car. "Victor, I love you and all, but I don't think I'm really ready for this. I think we should call it a day. You and I both need different things and we're never going to see anything from the same perspective."

"Trudy Rehman, you're not getting out of this wedding, do you hear me? And this is your punishment for trying."

Out of nowhere, he came close to me and grabbed me as if he was going to kiss me. Instead, he smacked me in the ribs. He kicked my legs out from under me, then forced my aching legs to stand me up. He kept them straight and pushed me back, hurting my spine. It made a strange cracking sound, then he threw me to the floor and kicked me into a wall. He stamped on my hip and made me groan in pain. As if it wasn't horrible enough, he slammed my head in the wall, a lot. He repeatedly slapped my face. The door banged open and I heard "Police! Put your hands where I can see 'em!"

Victor and I did exactly the same thing. "Not you, ma'am. Sergeant Jones, take the lady to the living room. Blue, Roebuck. You, sir, are under arrest."

The sergeant told to take me downstairs grabbed my already bruised arms and guided me down. I winced. "It's alright, ma'am. He won't be bothering you no more."

When I was led into the living room, Jasper saw me. I hadn't even known he was here! "Whoa-oh-oh! Trudy, what did you do to him?" He asked me.

"I didn't lay a finger on Victor! I'd have needed a chance to! He's the one getting arrested!" I told him.

"What?! Arrested?! What did he do to you?! Has he hurt you? Did he leave any marks? Why didn't you tell someone the day all that started?!" Jasper instantly had me in his arms, tenderly holding me, checking for any bruises that occurred. He didn't make a big deal of it, he did exactly what he said he'd been taught to do. The policeman refused to watch, very discreetly, but I felt very weird about being examined.

He let me say goodbye to Victor, though. "Trudy, the second I get out, you're going to be my wife, that understood?"

"Actually Victor, I don't want to go through with the wedding. I think it's about time we called it out. We don't belong together. There's no real love, no spark. You just wanted a punchbag. So, if you like, I'll buy you one for Christmas."

"Trudy, you'll be lucky if you live once I get out of prison! You're too pretty to be left alone!" He snapped.

"Well, that's very flattering. And I'm sure that you'll find a lovely woman who sees things the exact same way you do. But that woman just... isn't me. But you're a very sweet man, Victor. In good time, you'll get yourself a wife who you can have fun with."

When he was taken away, I felt incredibly horrible, collapsed to my knees and cried. Jasper came in and knelt next to me. "Hey, hey, come here." He pulled me into his arms and hugged me. "You're a beautiful, lovely woman and any man would be incredibly lucky to be able to wake up and see you there next to him, kiss you and whisper that he loves you."

I loved having him holding me like that. It felt right. Gulp...!

Eddie's POV.

I woke to the sound of a baby's cries. But when I went upstairs, there was nothing. I heard the same sounds at the same time. What is going on? I felt a pull to the attic and crept up. My freak's voice said "Trudy?"

"No, it's Eddie." I told her. I heard a gasp.

"Hold on, don't come in till I call you." She told me, scooting about in there. Moments later, she called. "Yeah, come in."

I walked in and it was silent. But Yacker looked different. Very different. She seemed... rounder? "Hey."

"Hey." She sounded awkward. "What do you want?"

"Patricia, listen. I made a very serious mistake. I want you back. Say you'll be mine again?" I asked her, curiously.

"Uh, actually, I want you to see something before you make any decisions about wanting me back." She said.

"Oh?" I got worried. She's never normally like that. She went behind a screen and picked something up. She came back out, holding something in a silvery black sleep suit and matching hat with its eyes closed. "Patricia, what-?"

"This is Jana Marie Williamson-Miller-Sweet. The baby you had no idea existed and just so happens to be your three months old daughter." Patricia showed me the sleeping baby. It looked just like her.

"She's your baby twin." I gasped.

"Actually, she has your eye colour. And a few of your mannerisms. And your smile." Patricia smiled slightly. "Wanna hold her?"

I took the baby Patricia claimed was mine. She fit so perfectly in my arms. Wow. Oh my God, I was a father! Wow. As I thought it, a voice said "Osirian... Paragon... Isisorian..."