This chapter is a little shorter then the rest of my chapters. However, I think I like this chapter the best out of all. I hope that you like it and I think that there are two more chapters to this story and then that's it so I'm trying to make this story the best that it can be so you'll stay in love with this story. Please don't forget to review.


Act 9: Broken Kisses

The doctor had come to see her one more time that morning before her father had left. However, it didn't matter because Ingrid wasn't paying attention. Depression had overwhelmed her on the news that her father was getting married to the woman that had made it her job to beat the living hell out of her. The doctor however, when on explaining that most of her brushings including the ones that had been cause around her neck and forearms had been cause by the accident. Most of them were superficial and would soon fade and as soon as tonight he would be able to take his daughter home.

Home, what a sad little word to her now; her home was her hell and in her hell sat the devil herself with brilliant blonde hair and blue eyes. Thoughts of suicide crossed her head as she began to think about what her father had said before as he was tossing her stuff into the trash. She'd be under house arrest. That would mean not only would Celia have unlimited access to her but she couldn't get away at all.

Her life was her hell. She sighed softly looking around the room. When had her father and the doctor left? Did it even matter; her father was nothing more then a man to her now. A man that yelled at her not knowing what she was going though and really not caring. He didn't even ask her if she was alright with him marring Celia but did it even matter. Her option didn't matter anymore because of everything her father had found out about her he didn't trust her anymore.

She traced her fingers on the sheets of the bed creating small circle patterns on her sheets. Her mind was distance and it didn't matter everything was falling apart and she couldn't do anything to stop it. Her life had become a downward spiral and now because of this woman that would soon become her fathers wife would make her last couple of years at her fathers house a living hell.

Small tears started to brim at her eyes and she couldn't help but want them to spill over. She deserved to cry, she wanted to cry and she needed to cry. After a couple of seconds the tears started spill over onto the sheets of her bed, and she left it happen.

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Printing out the paper work Fillmore heard the phone ring but he choose to ignore it. The next page fell onto the tray of the printer and a new page loaded as and words began to print on to the page. A knocking sound was heard on the door and he turned to the door calling to who ever was on the other side. "Come in."

His mother appeared still in her pajamas at his door her hair was astray from bed head and she held a phone in her hand.

"Cornelius, sweetheart get dressed,"

"Why what's wrong?" he asked turning around in his chair and looking at his mother who seemed to be rather upset. Getting to his feet he made his way over to the door to stand next to his mother who already had a teary gloss to the edge of her face.

"It's Ingrid, she in the hospital."

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Ingrid wasn't what you call religious and what had happened to her over the last couple of months hadn't even began to confirm her beliefs that the was no god helping her in her life however, when she was awoken to the sound of her hospital room door open she prayed. She prayed that it wasn't Celia; she also prayed that it wasn't her father and prayed it wasn't Marcus.

However, she never expected another person. "Fillmore." She gasped.

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He felt a sheepish smile rise to his face as he pushed the door open and walked over to her bed side. Ingrid wasn't sure what to say and she really did her best to not look at him. The sun light was starting to rise in the window and coming to land right across her face. He noticed her squint despite the light silently cursing her luck forcing her to turn back from the window and to his face again.

"Hello Ingrid." He began softly

"Hi," she replied trying her best to not look at him. Things had been so hard lately and seeing him was one of the worst.

"I heard what happened, with you…a car accident…and Marcus…why were you with him Ingrid?" he asked in barely a whisper.

She sighed doing her best to look for anything to change the subject, and that's when she noticed the paper work that sat in Fillmore's hands.

"What's that?" she asked reaching out for the papers that he had forgotten that he had brought with him. Handing them to her she began to flip though them silently. Fillmore however couldn't remove his eyes from the girl. Bruising around her neck was now staring at him as her neck moved to the whispered words that came out of her mouth and her wrist that he had seen her rubbing now showed sever scaring and large purple burse. However, they didn't look right. They couldn't be the result of an accident…they looked almost made by another person.

Ingrid said something that interrupted him from his thoughts and he looked up at her. She had small tears starting to spill out of her eyes and that when he noticed some fresh bruising around her face. His hand went up to her face but she smacked it away almost instantly.

"What's going on Ingrid?"

She felt her voice catch in her thought as she looked over the paper work again and she looked up at Fillmore. After a minute her eyes darted away and she didn't say anything to him.

"What Ingrid."

"It's nothing you wouldn't understand."

"You've said that to me so much, I though that we could trust one another and all you do is push me away. Why were you so intent on no wanting me to come to you house, why do you hate your father's girl friend, why…

"Fiancée." Interrupted Ingrid as she turned to look at him again.

"What?" he asked stumbling over his words as fresh tears started to pour out of her eyes again; however, the second he tried to wipe them away her hand batted him away and she grabbed for a tissue to dab her tears.

"My father, who had decided to make decision without in forming me anymore, had decided to make that awful woman his wife, that woman is going to be my step mother and there isn't a God damn thing that I can do about it."

Fillmore flinched slightly as he watched Ingrid 'his' Ingrid curse and cry and push him away and he felt literally helpless to do anything about it. As she dabbed away more tears he noticed that on her tissue there was more and more of an appearance of what looked like a form of blush and/or cover-up and on her face where a greater appearance of dark purple bruising.

"What are you hiding Ingrid." He replied softly his hands for once coming in contact with her face and she didn't push him away. She almost fell into his touch as his soft hand caressed her face. He uses his finger to clear some of the makeup again and noticed that her bruising was becoming more noticeable.

"Who did this to you?" he asked softly as he looked deeply into her eyes, the hand that didn't have the IV currently push into it came up and met with Fillmore's hand on her face hand began to rub it softly. A small whimper came from Ingrid's voice as she watched Fillmore almost longing for an answer which she didn't want to give.

Silence sat between the two lovers at they gazed softly into one another eyes, he knew something dark was hidden behind those crystal like eyes and he was softly praying that she would give him the answer that he was longing for, however, no words escaped her lips.

Sighing he leaned forward and met his lips softly with hers; and Ingrid almost fell into shock as she began to feverishly kiss him back. Her lips weren't as softly as he once remembered them and could feel small scabs as he ran his tongue softly upon her bottom lips almost begging for entrance. He felt her gasp softly giving him the entrance he needed, however, she didn't taste the same has he remember her either. She used to taste like strawberry ice-cream so wonderfully sweet but now…it was gone and replaced by something else.

He pushed her away after a second and he could see the hurt in her eyes as she started down at him. "You're different." Was all he was able to mutter between soft gasp of breath. He noticed the tears starting to return to her eyes and her head fell into her hands crying softly.

"You don't even know." She replied between sobs.

"I would know if you would just talk to me about this, we can't keep things from one another if it's just going to hurt us. Ingrid please just talk to me."

"I can't!" she exclaimed "You wouldn't understand everything that's going on, right now my life is a hell because I have things going on that you wouldn't understand. I hate it I hate my life and I hate…"

The door of the room opened and Celia entered the room with a fake smile plastered on her face. Ingrid snatched the paper work that Fillmore had brought with him and hid it quickly under her sheets and turned to Celia who had come to her bed side.

"What's with all the noise?" she asked softly fake kindness dripping off the edge of her words as she looked from Fillmore to Ingrid and back again. "Having a lovers quarrel?"

"It's nothing." Replied Fillmore softly getting to his feet to adjust the pillow that was behind Ingrid's neck, she sat up for a minute and with a small groan and he smiled softly as she smiled softly.

"Thanks."

A scowl came over Celia's face and she made her way out of the room. Ingrid sighed softly looking at the papers again. There was something about the past of this Celia 'Shay' Miller woman that reminded her of Celia Shay.

"What are you looking at?"

"I don't know," she replied softly "I really don't know but there's something about this woman that similar to Celia Shay that is marring my father."

"I don't know Ingrid,"

"Fillmore!" called his mother stepping into the room and he sighed getting to his feet. "Yeah mom."

"Time to go," she replied softly "Ingrid needs her sleep and beside her doctor wants to come in and change her bandages.

"Alright." He replied softly getting to his feet. He leaned over and gave a kiss softly upon Ingrid's lips. Before he was able to pull away she whispered something softly to him. He looked at her and nodded and followed his mother out of the room. As they made their way out of other room the walked down the hallway slowly. When the left the hospital he sighed as they made their way to the car.

Once inside he sighed looking over the file about Celia Shay Miller's past as Ingrid's words when over and over again in his head.

"Fillmore, believe me, I know these women are the same. I know you can do it. I trust you to do this for me."

He sighed softly placing the paper work next to him. He glanced out the window again and watched the scenery that seemed to be swimming by as they continued their way home.

"I promise you Ingrid." He replied his voice barely a whisper and hardly heard by his own ears. "I'll figure out what's going on, and I'll find some way to make things right again."


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