Sorry for the long delay in posting a update, Thank you all so much for your awesome reviews, I love them all :)

Here is the next update for you all :) And I would just like to make you all aware that there is going to be a bit of violence in this part, BUT only a small bit. So if you don't like that sort of thing, please don't read it.

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"Philippe?" Clarisse whispered, their eyes locked on each other, neither blinking.

"Nothing happened Rupert, why won't you believe me?" Clarisse exclaimed as she turned and watched him slam the door behind them "It was just a dance, a dance that you forced me into by the way!" She answered and folded her arms as he made his way over to her.

"Things were looking very cosy, and I didn't like what I saw!" He snapped while grabbing her by the tops of her arms, shaking her a little.

"Rupert, get off you're hurting me." Clarisse exclaimed as he squeezed her arms "Rupert!" She exclaimed as he raised his arm, the back of his hand hitting her hard across her face, sending her flying on the floor. Opening her eyes she slowly pushed herself up and stared at him as he stood with both his fists clenched together at his sides.

"You do not tell me what to do." He said pointing down at her as she raised one of her hands, gently placing it on her cheek as tears escaped her eyes and rolled down over her cheeks.

"Mommy?" Philippe whispered from the doorway, gasping as both Clarisse and Rupert looked towards him.

Seeing her Son stood hiding behind the door Clarisse's heart broke, closing her eyes for a few seconds to find herself as Rupert stepped back and unclenched his hands.

"Are you okay Mommy?" Philippe asked as he watched Clarisse scurrying over to him.

Scooping her Son in her arms, she clung to him as she kissed his cheek. Sobbing as he wrapped his arms around her neck, giving her a tight hug as Rupert slowly walked over and stood behind them.

Feeling his presence Clarisse opened her eyes and turned her head to the side just as he raised his hands to place on the tops of her arms.

"Don't you dare touch me." She snapped and started walking out the door with Philippe still in her arms.

"Clarisse, I'm so sorry." Rupert exclaimed as he watched her walk out.

Lowering his hand he came out of his daze and blinked away a couple tears before looking back into his Mother's eyes.

"I will not be that man, I will not be my Father." He whispered while shaking his head "I'm so sorry Mother." He added and hurried away up the stairs.

"What does he mean?" Clarisse's Mother questioned while looking at Pierre who just shrugged.

"What happened?" Clarisse snapped while turning to Joe. "What happened for him to punch you?" She requested.

"I didn't touch him if that's what you think. He came in and I had informed him that you were worried, he got angry and just lashed out." Joe answered "I would never do anything to your son, you should know that?"

"Mother?" Pierre said softly as they all stood and watched Clarisse rushing up the stairs after Philippe.

"Stay here." She called back and carried on after Philippe.

Seconds later she hurried through his bedroom door, shutting it behind her as he stood looking over at her.

"Get out!" He exclaimed while turning his back on her.

"No I will not." Clarisse exclaimed "What has got into you?" She exclaimed. After a few moments of silence Clarisse took a deep breath "Talk to me Philippe, please?" She whispered and stood beside him.

"I just can't believe he's gone Mother." He said looking at her with tears in his eyes "He was meant to have been getting better..." He whispered and there in front of his Mother he broke down.

Clarisse watched as he fell to his knees in front of her, her heart breaking as she lent over a little and wrapped her arms around his shoulders "It's okay, it will be okay." She soothed.

"Why did he have to die?" He cried, clinging to her arm as he closed his eyes.

After a few moments they moved and sat on the couch, where Clarisse grabbed a tissue for herself and passed one to Philippe.

"I keep expecting him to walk through the door." She whispered while looking at him as he wiped his eyes.

"Me too." He said softly and looked down at his hands "I'm sorry I left the church earlier, I just couldn't say goodbye." He said as she reached out for his hand "I know you needed me and Pierre there, but I just couldn't."

"I know and it's okay." She whispered with a small nod as he raised his head to look at her, his heart breaking when he saw tears escaping her eyes "We all have to grieve and deal with loss in our own way." She added as he let go of her hand, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she rested her head on his chest.

"No it's not okay though Mother, you needed me and I walked out." He said as she began crying on his chest "You didn't need that today, you needed your family and I walked out like he didn't matter." He added, getting angry with himself.

"Philippe, it's okay I understand." Clarisse said softly while lifting her head and looked at him. Reaching up she cupped his cheek as he closed his eyes.

"What happens now?" He asked opening his eyes and watched as she looked away while lowering her hand.

"Well I haven't really thought about it... I guess I'll carry on regardless..." She answered while looking back at him.

"Okay." Philippe answered and watched her wipe her eyes with her tissue "Mother?" He said softly.

"Yes." She said looking at him as he took a deep breath.

"Did he ever hit you again?" He asked.

"I feared that question would come?" She asked softly and rested her hands on her lap "I'm surprised you remembered that." She said looking down.

"Mother I was 5.. seeing him do that to you is not something I am going to forget." He said and watched as she raised her head.

"I wish you would off." She whispered and shook her head "And to answer your question, no he never hit me again." She said grabbing his hand gently "In fact he worshiped me everyday after that, right up until he died." She whispered and looked back up at him.

"I am glad that he didn't hit you again..." He said watching her.

"He knew what he did was wrong..." She said slowly looking at him "He loved us all, and everyday for a week after that happened he got down on his knees and begged me to forgive him." She said staring across the room as Philippe sat watching her "And from the moment I did, he made up for it.. buying me flowers once, sometimes twice a week." She said with a laugh as she remembered "He wanted to bring fresh flowers home everyday but I told him that would just be a waste, so we settled on once or twice a week."

"Every week?" He asked in surprise.

"Every week." She nodded while looking at him.

After a few moments of silence, Philippe raised his head and looked at Clarisse "Did you love him?" He asked and watched as she looked across at him.

"I did, with all my heart.. and I still do." She whispered and stood up "Anyway, it's late." She said leaning over and kissed the top of his head "And it's been a very long day." She added while messing up his hair with her hand "Get some rest and I will see you in the morning, okay?" She asked as he looked up at her.

"Okay, as long as you promise to get some rest too?" He asked while standing up.

"I can't promise, but I will try." She said as he hugged her "Good night Philippe."

"Good night Mother." He said and kissed her cheek before watching her walk over to the door "Oh, Mother?" He exclaimed while taking two steps towards her as she turned to him.

"Yes, Philippe?" She asked looking over at him.

"Joe, don't blame him, it was my fault." He said putting his hands in his pants pockets "He tried to tell me that I had upset you and I didn't want to listen," He said hanging his head "I'm ashamed to admit I let anger take over and I took it out on him." He said as she stood watching him "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

"I know, apologize to him in the morning?" She asked.

"First thing." He answered "I love you Mother." He added.

"I love you too, Philippe." She said half smiling and walked out, closing the door behind herself.