Gwen walked into Trent's studio which was Seth's RV. He was sitting in one of the recliners, strumming on his guitar and writing on a notepad. She took them from him and sat on his lap.

"Trent, would you care if I went back to college?"

"What did I tell you before we got married? If you want to go back, I'll support you. If going to college will make you happy, then go. I'll watch the girls."

"You do know I'll be taking night classes, right?"

"I don't care, you go to college and I'll watch the girls. Everything will be OK." He said with confidence. DUMBASS

It would be a week before Gwen was able to get back into college. On the night that she had to go she kissed Trent, the girls and Misty goodbye then left. Trent set about making his and Gwen's dinner, feeding Misty and getting the twins' their bottles. However while making the twins' bottles he dropped the container that had Gwen's milk in it, and half of it spilled on the floor. As he was cleaning it up, he didn't notice that Misty had squatted near the fridge so Trent had to take her out then clean up after her. By this time the twins were crying and Trent filled their bottles with milk then feed Sammy then Sandra. As he burped Sandra she puked on his shirt. He groaned in frustration then smelt that the chops he was making were burning. He flipped them quickly but they were burnt as hell. He took them off the burner then put Sandra down and took his shirt off then gave the twins their baths and laid them down at 8:30. He turned on the TV then reached under the couch and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Misty hopped in his lap and he lit a cigarette. He was in the middle of a second and Gwen walked in. Trent quickly snuffed the cigarette out and shoved the pack in between the couch cushions. He grabbed the ashtray and slid it under the couch.

"I thought you quit." She said with disappointment in her voice.

"I did, I did." He said.

"I can smell the smoke and I saw you with a cigarette in your mouth." She pulled her cellphone out of her pocket and dialed a number. "Hey, we have a code s h-" her sentence was cut short as Justin opened the front door. He grabbed Trent in a headlock and dragged him out of the house. He took him to the El Camino and grabbed a bag from the back and put it over Trent's head.

"What do you see?"

"Nothing!"

"That's the same thing yo dumb ass get from smoking." Justin said as he kicked Trent in the ass. He released Trent and he took the bag off his head and gave Justin a go to hell look. They heard a whistle and when they looked over, Gwen tossed Justin the cigarettes. He caught them then dropped them on the ground and smashed them under his boot. He ground the heel of his boot over them for a while then got back in his car and left. Trent walked right past Gwen and to their bedroom. He took his clothes off and got under the blankets. Gwen came in sometime later after watching her kids for a few minutes. She stripped to her boyshorts and crawled in behind Trent and wrapped her arms around him. He pushed them off but she wouldn't keep her hands off him so he just let her.

"Aren't you going to ask me how class went?" She dug her nails into his gut, eliciting a yelp of pain from him.

"How was class?"

"I'm not going back. I couldn't stop worrying about you and the girls. I'll go back to college when the girls are older."

"As I've told you a million times, I'll support anything you want to do. Now lets go to sleep." He laid his head into her shoulder and they went to sleep.

Transition.

Justin pulled into the garage and walked into the house. As he walked past the living room, a light came on. Sitting in the chair was Samantha.

"Ummm, hi sweetie." He said.

"Where the hell did you go? Its our anniversary and all I wanted was to spend the whole day with you and I can't even have that."

"Gwen called me and needed my help. She found Trent smoking."

"So helping others is more important than me? This is all I talked about for the last couple of weeks and you blow me off to help someone because they wanted to smoke? What is more important Jay, other people, or me?" She had tears in her eyes as she pushed passed him on the way to their room. Justin stood there for several minutes then punched the wall leaving a hole in it. He flung his jacket off then reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the switchblade that his dad had given him. He rolled his sleeves up and ran the blade over one of the many scars that adorned his left forearm. As he was running the blade over a 3rd scar Sam appeared in the doorway.

"Justin stop," Sam yelled and grabbed for the knife. They wrestled for it briefly before the blade cut Sam's breast. She screamed out in pain and Justin dropped the knife and ran to the kitchen. He grabbed a rag, wet it then brought it back to Sam and placed it over her breast. She held it tight and looked Justin in the eyes.

"What the Hell were you doing? Why the Hell were you cutting yourself?"

"Its a stress reliever. Like other people and their cigarettes or alcohol."

"You could die from doing that."

"I haven't yet and I see that as an achievement. Its something that I have been doing for years."

"But why, why would you even think of doing something like that?"

"Its something that I have dealt with for a long time. I never wanted you to find out. Thats why I wore long sleeved shirts and why we never took a shower together. I didn't want you seeing the scars on my arm. Thats why when we did it, we did it in the dark."

"Why did you feel it was necessary to hide it from me? Why didn't you just tell me that you did that?"

"I didn't know how you would react. I thought that you might resent me for it."

"I would never resent you, no matter what you did. I love you and that will never change. I have loved you since the day I met you. You and Seth are the most important people in this world to me. I would never leave you and I know you wouldn't leave me."

"You're right. I would never leave you, I love you more than life itself. It's not that I want to die, its that I did it to relieve the stress that I have. I try and control my anger and I found that this is the best way."

"Justin, the best way to get rid of and control your anger isn't through cutting yourself. The way I control my anger is expression. That's why I have my poetry and drawings. The expression that I use there is an outlet. I can draw and write things that are brutal and evil and when I write about my feelings, it helps me cope with them. Try it sometime, please, for your health."

"I'll try it." He went over to his knife. He cleaned the blade then gave it to Sam. "Keep this, don't ruin it, but I don't want it anymore. I'm going to give it to Seth when he turns 15. Keep it in a safe place, dad gave it to me when I was 13." Sam looked it over then took it to the bedroom. She pulled the lock box out from under the bed and put the knife in it.

"We have an hour left in out anniversary, what do you want to do?" Justin asked Sam.

"I'm going to take a shower then go to bed. This has been the worst night I've ever had." She grabbed a pair of panties and a pair of sleep pants then went to the bathroom. The shower was heard and Justin went into the bathroom and things happened.

The Next Morning

Gwen awoke to the sounds of a baby crying. She quickly stretched then threw her nightgown on and went to the twins' room. Sandra was laying and crying and Gwen picked her up. As to not wake Samantha, she took her back to her room. Sandy didn't stop crying and soon Trent woke up.

"Morning, whats wrong with Sandy?"

"I don't know, she hasn't stopped crying since I woke up," Gwen told him. He held out his arms and Gwen handed him his daughter. He held her and rocked her back and forth. She looked at him and gurgled and held out her arms.

"Unbelievable." Gwen said with amazement.

"Looks like we have a daddy's girl," Trent said with happiness.