Here's the second chapter- I really hope you guys like it! I don't exactly know where this story is going but I'm going to throw in a few twists and surprises to spice it up a bit. Feedback is always welcome so please read and review

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Jane had now been sitting next to Lisbon on the couch for the last few minutes just to make sure she was feeling better as he was still concerned about her and still not buying her excuse about what was really a matter with her.

"So what are your parents like, you've never really spoke about them?" Jane asked trying to break the awkward silence.

"You don't talk to me about a lot of things, but I never say anything", she replied sharply, not wanting to discuss her parents with him.

"I don't really want to see them so can we just drop it?" she asked pleadingly, hoping to God that he wouldn't push any further because she was becoming at the end of her tether and another question from Jane would push her right over the edge.

"Okay, but you're the one who has to see them later", he replied coldly, before walking out of the room.

"I wont be here when they arrive, and don't bother waiting up", he yelled before slamming the door as he left her sitting alone with a mass amount of tears threatening to fall.

"Please don't leave me hear, alone, with him", she whispered, hardly being able to get the words from her mouth, but it was hopeless anyway, he didn't hear her and he was long gone by now. She mentally kicked herself for being so harsh with him and regretted making him leave. She couldn't stand the thought of facing her parents alone. If only she had told him the damn truth, the truth about her past, the truth about this baby and the truth about how she really felt about him, the truth that she loved him, but all that was useless now- because he was gone and she was all alone, for the second time in her life- alone and helpless.

She felt so sick. Sick for the way she had pushed him away and sick because she knew that in a few hours she would be face to face with that repulsive monster and she couldn't face him, not again, and not alone.

Who knew if her mother was even coming, it didn't surprise her if her mother was so brainwashed nowadays that she didn't even remember or even recognise her own daughter.

Her mother was a good woman; she just married the wrong man. When Lisbon was a little girl her mother was her idol, Lisbon never cared for artists or actresses- none of them could compare to how fabulous her mother was. She was slender and had dark raven locks that rested on her shoulders. Her skin was that of a pale complex, the colour of freshly fallen snow. Her eyes; identical emerald orbs that she shared with Lisbon and her sons. But despite being beautiful, that wasn't what Lisbon admired the most. It was her mother's ambition, her mother's kindness and her mother's dream of becoming an artist. The art that her mother produced was utterly amazing and Lisbon was always in awe at how creative and original it was. But it was her father who destroyed her mother. Everyday he would pity her and tell her how stupid she was and how stupid her art was and that she was nothing but a piece of crap that he had on his shoe. He constantly told her that and Lisbon just helplessly watched as day by day that strong, ambitious gorgeous woman that she called her mother gradually changed and turned into the frail, timid and frightened shell of a woman who she didn't even recognise.

Her Father only ever threw words at her mother; he never really physically hurt her- just mentally. It was like he saved up all his energy and used it on Lisbon, because he would daily beat the crap out of her. The things that he did to her were unforgivable and she really didn't understand the way he dished out his punishments. If she ever crossed the line or even happened to be there when he was in one of his moods, she would be on the receiving end of his vile and vicious punishments. She looked down at her small, not even visible bump and lifted her shirt. She had a scar, it was faded a lot now but still you could see the vicious line that lay on her skin that reminded her of that night, that awful night. She had told Jane and others who had ever seen it that it was from a car accident when she was fifteen, but that was just a lie.

Flashback_

Teresa was fifteen, she had just arrived home from High school and she had tons of homework to do so she walked in and headed straight for her room. She took off her jacket and slid of her satchel from her shoulder and placed it on her bed. That was when she heard the raised voice of her father and the cried of her mother. She ran down stairs to see what was going off, because this time their was anger in her father's voice that she had never heard before and was feeling generally scared about what he was doing. She walked into the kitchen and father was stood threatening her mother with a knife. He had never hit her mother but yet there he was standing in front of her threatening to cut her throat with the sharp knife that he clung in his hand tightly. Lisbon caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and noticed the bruise that she had desperately tried to cover up for school, but somehow the make-up had rubbed off and the damage of what her father had done the previous night became apparent.

She screamed at him, begged him to stop, but he didn't listen. With one slick movement the blade penetrated her skin and a crimson red river began to pour out of her fresh wound as she stumbled and fell to the floor.

She can't remember what happened after that because it was all a bit of a blur to her, but she remembered the other times he had inflicted pain on her. He tortured her, raped her and made her suffer in silence for all those years. And for that, she could never ever forgive him.

The memory of the day she escaped from his clutched came to her mind. The best day of her life she often told herself. She remembered her father being out of the House and she picked up the courage to escape, just got some stuff together in a bag and got out of there. She was twenty one the day she escaped, the day that she was free and no longer a prisoner on her own home. He arrived back home that night and she was no where to be found. He searched everywhere for her but Lisbon was half way across the country and there was no way he would ever hurt her again. She laughed to herself, how naïve could she have been, of course he'd find her, he would always win. And that's what happened. Three months after her escape her discovered where she was and he bought her all the way back home and made her pay for leaving him and the family behind. That was the day she realised that her father had no limits to his vile behaviour what so ever, and that as long as he was alive he would always be the boss of her, no matter what.

A knock from the door bought Lisbon back to earth and she walked over and opened the door. Not realising who it was, she opened the door and immediately regretting it.

Jack Lisbon stood there on her doorstep, not having aged a day since the last time she had saw him and he looked smug as ever.

"Your mother couldn't make it, she's poorly", he snarled, not even hiding his evil grin from her as she was all too familiar to that side, so he didn't bother hiding it.

"Of course she was, she's been ill sine the day she married you", Lisbon yelled, "and she was ill to have even set eyes on a repulsive, vile degraded specie like you!" she yelled, no longer keeping her anger at bay, but instead projecting it at the source who had caused her internally pain for so long.

"You young lady are going to regret talking to me like that", he spat, coldly- making her skin crawl at he sight of him.

He pushed her against the wall and she fell to the floor as her head collided with the sharp edge of the kitchen counter and caused her to develop a huge headache from the inflicted pain. She stood up, but only to be pushed straight into the kitchen counter again. Her father's eyes filled with rage as he flew a punch at her face and knocked her to the ground was again. She curled up on her side, but only to receive a vicious kick right in her stomach and she screamed out in excruciating pain.

"Please don't hurt my baby", she whimpered…