You all have coronavirus + saint Patrick's day to thank for this. My family is healthy, lucky, and enjoying our time together during this crazy time. I never thought I would have time to write again in my life aaaaand then... My thoughts are with everyone during this time and I hope you all are staying well and here to distract yourself like me from the Insanity of our current lives.

I have a lot more of this drafted but didn't want to put a lot of work into this until I knew that anyone was actually still following this. So if you're here please drop me a line and let me know anyone is reading this!

This chapter is probably boring- it's back story, finally. Boring but necessary chapter to get through!

The next few hours had been a flutter of activity- Addison taken by transport several times for a CT and then X-ray. Labs drawn. Pain meds. Questions. The nurse promising that the police would be by soon to check in with her and see if she was filing assault charges. And then, finally- silence. She was so tired. But she knew rest wouldn't come to her unless she fessed her story to the boys at long last.

Addie laid her hands out on the white hospital linen and suddenly became very interested in a loose string on them. She swallowed heavily and then nodded, meeting their eyes.

"I'm not sure where to start. My story is...well it's a bit long."

Silence.

"Well, ya can start at tha beginnin'?" quipped Connor. The two were sitting on either side of her, Murphy's chair pulled up as close as he could get to her while Connor was on a makeshift couch with his feet up.

Addie rolled her eyes, half annoyed and half grateful for the comic relief that he had supplied.

"Ijit." Muttered Murphy under his breath.

"Boys." Said Addie sharply, bringing order to the room.

"Sorry." Murphy said softly. "Whenever ye ready Ad. If you're tired, you-"

Addie cut him off with a shake off her head.

"No..no.."

Murphy squeezed her hand for reassurance.

"So. Like I said I don't know where to even start. My family- I. I. Okay so I'm a broke ass waitress here living in a shit hole- I mean no offense but it is-"

"Aye." Connor nodded, agreeing with her with a smile and a nod.

"But that's not where I came from. Far from it. So far from it that it's unimaginable. I come from old money. And when I say money I mean we were millionaires. Old oil money." She repeated.

She looked at the two who each had remarkably similar looks on their faces- eyebrows raised in a slight shock, mouths slight ajar.

"Uh. So. Our thing was oil, and horses." A small, sad smile spread across her face. "Thoroughbred racehorses. We were one of the best."

"In tha country?' Connor inquired, making Addison laugh.

"Oh no no, the world."

"Ijit." Repeated Murphy once again.

"Fuck ye Murph!" Connor yelled and thew the newspaper that was in his hands at Murphy across the hospital bed.

"Well, I think that's enough story time for today!" Addie said looking between them.

"No!" They both yelled at once.

"Con will shut it, won' he?" Murphy said with a glare at his twin.

"Aye, aye. Go on Ad, 'm sorry." Connor waved his hand, encouraging her to continue and Addie laughed again at their antics.

"S'okay Connor. So anyways, yes the world. I'm my family's only child. They gave me- they gave me everything, my family. And I- well I ruined it." Addie swallowed thickly and Murphy gave her hand another squeeze.

"Here's of course is where JT comes in. You have to know that the society I was raised in, it was full of people who I didn't feel like I belonged with either. I wasn't comfortable with them. I just wanted to be with well, someone more… normal, you know. JT didn't come from money, which is what I'm sure my parents would have preferred for me, but he...he was a charmer." Addie shook her head and Murphy had a strange look on his face between wanting to vomit and wanting to bury something in cement.

"So the bastard charmed his way in. And for a year everything was great. And then...and then my parents died. In a really terrible, strange car accident."

Addie felt warmth coming to her eyes and she blinked several times. Her parents' deaths were one of the hardest parts of her story, and she didn't know if she could bring herself to it right now.

"There's more to that, but, I'll come back to it. But once my parents died everything they owned went to myself and therefore JT too. The financials, which suddenly fell into my lap, they didn't interest me really- I had a lot going on besides them. And, after my parents' sudden deaths, I wasn't in the state of mind to really be concerned about them. We had a board of investors, but JT really had free reign- because I let him." Addie shifted a little in bed, sitting up more, and grabbed a water bottle next to her and taking a sip before continuing.

"When JT took on the business from my parents we were debt free. Completely. Things were really good in Kentucky financially, and we were very well respected obviously. When JT took on everything it seemed like he wanted to prove to himself to everyone in the industry. He didn't come from money, and here he was running a very well respected racing establishment, and I know others looked down on him and expected him to run the place into the ground. So he went a little... crazy borrowing money to make improvements that we didn't really were already the best, but he wanted to far exceed that."

"How crazy we talkin'?" Murphy asked suddenly

"Uh. 10 million from a bank in Kentucky, 35 million from a bank in Houston. The bank in Houston, it's kind of the key to everything. But that's later in the story."

They both stared at her with that same open jaw appearance in slight shock.

"What the feck does anyone need that much money for?" Murphy asked.

Addie shrugged. "Well, we didn't really. But you know, private jets are fun, 8 cars, things like that. An entire veterinary clinic on our property. A new track. Complete renovation of our property- we had 320 acres. If I had been in a better state of mind then I would have realized something was going on. But he hid it very well, from everyone. He forged my signature a lot, so it looked as if both of us were taking out loans, when really it was just him working solo. And since our board thought that I was agreeing to it, they went along with it. But I was really wrapped up in my practice, I buried myself in my work to distract myself from my parents."

"Your practice?" inquired Connor.

"Oh- Yes. Surprise, I'm not a waitress!" Addie flashed a smile at them and threw up her hands slightly. "I'm an equine orthopedic surgeon in a past life. Equine- horses. Natural career path for me given what I was born into."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and all 3 of their heads shot towards it.

"P-Paul?" Addie's voice shook as she sat up in bed. It was none other than Smecker, leaning in the doorway with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Jesus Ad." he said softly, not even registering the twins sitting there. "Bastard did a friggin' number on you didn't he?"

"I- uh. I guess I haven't seen myself yet..." She said quietly, brushing a piece of air out of her face. Smecker may have been looking at her, but Connor and Murphy were glued on Addie, shock clearly written all over them. Or maybe anger, Addie wasn't sure.

All she knew was that she had a lot more explaining to do.