DISCLAIMER: No, I no own. So you no sue.

A/N: *hides under a rock somewhere halfway around the world...probably in Italy...* Ummm...ello? Yeah, does writer's block and cleaning meh room count? o.o Yush, it took meh about 2 weeks to clean it...but, I'm not dead? Well, yet...FORGIVE MEH!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *goes to cry if chu don't forgive meh* Please...? *puppy dog eyes* And, after this chapter, I just want chu to know, murder charges can be very big. Don't kill meh. Because there is a VERY evil and unexpected twist.

***Duncan's POV***

What the fuck is that fucking bastard doing here? Oh, and a rose? Classic. He should just go back to where he came from, I am not taking the chance of him hurting Gwen again. On that though, unfortunately, the nurse came back in. This time she saw me, though. Looking--no, glaring--at me, I could see I was not welcome. Seeing her brown eyes, I noticed that there was something familiar about her, but before I could finish realizing who she was, the damn nurse started to walk towards me. Counting the freckles on her cheeks and nose, I figured out who she was. She was Courtney.

"GET OUT BEFORE I CALL SECURITY!" she screeched, obviously still holding the grudge from when we separated. Looking at Gwen, I saw her giving me a look, the don't-worry-I-can-handle-this-on-my-own-just-don't-get-in-trouble look. After throwing Trent a glare that would kill--no, destroy--him if looks could kill, I walked out reluctantly. I decided to go back to Gwen after Trent left to make sure she was okay. Sadly, that couldn't stop me from worrying my ass off about her.

***Gwen's POV***

After seeing Duncan walk out, I became terrified. I didn't know what Trent wanted from me, and that concerned me. Although I looked into his emerald eyes and saw no malicious intent, I was still terrified by him. Just by looking at him, it made the adrenaline in my system pump, and I could vaguely hear the monitor going insane. He wouldn't dare do anything in public...would he?

"Gwen..." he said with a sigh, letting it trail off, seeing my reluctance to speak to him.

"What do you want, Trent?" I asked, trying my best to put coldness in my voice, not letting him know how much he hurt me.

"I'm sorry, I just--" he was cut off by me.

"Oh, so you're just fucking sorry? Oh, well, while we're sorry, I'm sorry for getting pregnant. I'm sorry for getting into the fucking hospital. I'm sorry for wanting to treat my injuries," I said with as much bravery as I could, stopping before he could hear my voice waver.

"Gwen, listen to me, I just don't feel regret, I want to repent. I want to change my actions. I want to make it up to you," he said, his green eyes shining with sincerity, but there was somethi--

"Listen, I want to see if we can have another chance together. Maybe I could change myself, I've done wrong, and you've done nothing wrong. I'm sorry for doing those things, I want to change. I swear I'll do anything to make you happy," Trent said, interrupting my thoughts. My resolve wavered and I hated that. Did he really want to change...? I was terrified. I didn't know what to think. Maybe I'd ask Duncan and see what he thinks...

Probably seeing my resolve waver, he started speaking again. "Gwen, please...I love you. Please...for you and me? To have another chance...?" he let the last question trail off, trying to read my reaction, I guess. Looking a bit more into his eyes to see if he was lying, he distracted me yet again.

"I got this rose for you...I would've gotten more, to show you how much I love you, but they didn't have enough," he said, with a light smile.

I started to slowly believe him, no matter what my instincts told me, maybe a second chance wouldn't be too bad...

"Gwen, I'm begging you, I've changed. I took you for granted, and I don't want that to happen again. I don't want to lose you, just one more chance, and if you don't like it, I swear I'll be gone forever," he said, his deep green eyes shining with sincerity, except for one part, but I didn't pay attention to that part. I had finally found my voice.

Setting on my resolve, no matter what my instincts told me, it seemed like a pretty good idea. It's not like he could kill me or anything. "I guess...I could give you one last chance. Just don't screw up, because I will leave. Permanently. Are we clear?" I was stern, even though I was happy though, and I knew Duncan wasn't going to be too happy about this, but it's not like he was in love with me or anything. I maybe was, but maybe Trent was the right one for me. Only one way to find out...

He grinned, a triumphant look written all across his face and something else I couldn't tell...I maybe had seen it before. "Good, I swear I won't disappoint you this time, Gwen," it sounded like he had a hidden meaning, but he gave me a kiss on the cheek after he said that, so I brushed it off. After doing that, he walked out, a spring in his step. Maybe I made the right decision on this, just maybe. Even though I was terrified, it just might work out.

***Trent's POV***

Step one, complete.

A/N: DON'T KILL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O.O JUST SATISFY THE BUTTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And my reason for this was because it was an aweshume idea, it seemed neccessary for the plotline, and, statistics say that most women DO go back to their abusers, even for a short time. Sad world, I know. Just satisfy the button, it has needs and they haven't been satisfied for a little while.

TOUCH IT!

FEEL IT!

SATISFY IT!

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