Trent watched Kevin pull out of the driveway and moved closer to the house. All he had to do was find Mandy. Then he'd be fine. The thought that she'd tired to leave him made him furious, and the only thing going through his mind was that she'd have to pay.

Not knowing there was anyone watching her house, Lucy poured herself another glass of wine. Everything that had been said between her and Kevin replayed itself in her mind. She wanted to believe him with all her heart, but it was too good to be true. Sighing, she took the wine and went out into the back yard. The sun was shining brightly overhead, and she wished her mood was as bright. It should be, Kevin was with her, and he was going to stay with her this time. But, once again, Eve was causing trouble in her life. By running away from Kevin and not telling him the truth, she'd left Kevin feeling guilty about not telling her. Shaking her head, she searched the yard for Sigmund. She hoped he hadn't escaped again, and walked towards the fence line calling him.

Hearing him quacking, she sighed in relief and turned towards the house. As she reached the door, she was startled to see a man standing in the doorway.

"Who are you?" She stared at him.

"I'm looking for Mandy."

"Mandy?" Lucy repeated the name and shook her head. "I have no idea who that is." There was something not right about him, and Lucy was instantly nervous. Glancing around her, she was also instantly sorry she'd had such a good fence installed. It kept Sigmund from escaping, but it also kept her caged in front of this man. Mentally, she tried to judge if she could make it to the gate on the other side of the house before he got any closer to her.

Trent stared at the woman in front of him, knowing she was lying to him. Mandy was there, he could feel it, and he'd make her tell him where.

Lucy watched his eyes travel over her, and she shuddered. The dress she was wearing had made her feel confident and seductive for Kevin, but now it only made her feel vulnerable and exposed. Deciding the back door was her best bet, she inched sideways, looking for a way around him.

"She's here. You're keeping her away from me." Trent advanced on her, and began to yell. "Where is she!"

Shaking her head, Lucy stared at him. "I don't know who you're talking about! I'll help you if you tell me who she is-"

"DON'T! You sound just like him!" He began to shake from the anger building in him, and Lucy realized she had to get away from him. She inched a little closer to the house, glancing at the door again before meeting his eyes.

"You helped him, didn't you! Where is she! Where is Mandy! You know where she is, and you-"

Lucy tried to make a run for it. She made it past him, and was about one step from the door when he caught up with her. His hand hit the center of her back and sent her into the doorjamb. Instinctively, she put her hands up to protect her face, but her ribs caught the brunt of the force. Her own momentum combined with him pushing her into the wood frame knocked the wind out of her and she fell. Before she could hit the ground, Trent caught her by the hair and dragged her inside. As she tried to catch her breath, she still struggled with him, and it only enraged him further.

"Just tell me where she is! That's all I need! Where is Mandy?!" He jerked her by the hair to emphasize his words.

Finally her breath returned, and she screamed at him. "I don't know! I don't know anyone named Mandy!"

"Don't lie to me!" Still holding her hair, he slapped her face with his other hand.

She pulled her hand up to her face, feeling the sting where he'd connected with her. As she blinked away the tears in her eye from the slap, she realized she was wasting her time fighting with him. Better to wait until he relaxed his grip in her hair and try to break free.

"I know you know where she is! He told you, and you're hiding her! MANDY!" His screams echoed through the house as he called for her. Tears ran down his face and he screamed her name several more times. As his grip finally relaxed a bit, Lucy pulled away from him. The pain seared through her head from the few strands of hair he'd managed to hang onto, but she tried to crawl to her feet and away from him.

She'd almost made it to her feet when he caught her arm and jerked her back towards him. Screaming, she tired to pull away from him, but he pulled his fist back and punched her in the small of her back. Between the pain in her ribs and the sharp stab of burning in her back, she fell again. This time he kneeled beside her.

"What's in it for you?! Why are you doing this? She's my wife! And I need her!" Staring at her, he watched her as she tried to move away from him. "Tell me where she is!" He hit her again, this time between her shoulders, and she fell face first into the floor. The instant she hit the floor, blood started to pour from her nose onto the tile, and when he reached for her and pulled her over on her back, it started to run down her throat and she choked.

As she choked her body shook and he stared at her. "This is it, isn't it! He makes her leave me, destroys my life, and comes over here to you. Let me guess, he fucks you and you help him, right?"

She realized he was talking about Kevin, and she looked at him through the tears in her eyes.

"This is great, you know that? All this time, I believed he wanted to help me! The whole time he was trying to destroy me! He took her away from me and ran to you! As long as his life is going along he doesn't give a damn what he's done to mine, right?! Did you two laugh about it?" He leaned over her and gripped her dress. "Where is my wife?" She couldn't have answered him if she wanted to. Drawing a breath felt like a knife going into her side and choking sent ripples of pain through her.

"He thinks he's won, doesn't he? He thinks he got away with it! HE DIDN'T! DO YOU HEAR ME? HE DIDN'T GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING!"

She felt his hands groping at her dress, and she realized what he intended to do to her. With a sudden terror induced strength, she reached for him and tried to shove him away from her. She succeeded in knocking him off balance, but she couldn't move fast enough to get away from him.

"Who in the hell do you think you are?" He slapped her again and with her head already lying on the floor her face was forced to take the entire force of the blow. She was momentarily stunned, and that was all he needed to release himself from his jeans.

She felt him between her legs, but her body wouldn't respond for a second. In that second, it was over, and he was inside her. Feeling like he was tearing her apart, she reached for his face, scratching him as he thrust into her.

He screamed and punched her in the side. When his fist connected with the side that had already hit the doorjamb, she couldn't even cry out from the pain. Quickly, he finished with her and stared at her as if realizing where he was for the first time.

Staring at the ceiling, Lucy was trying to block out where she was, and what was happening to her. Just as suddenly as it started, it was over. Trent was kneeling over her, touching her face, gently wiping the blood away from her cheeks. He was whispering, and it took Lucy a few moments to realize that he was whispering "I'm sorry." Over and over.

She laid still, wondering what was next. Her entire body was trembling from the combination of pain and anger at what had just happened to her. His crying confused her and she waited for him to stop. He didn't stop crying, but he got to his feet, pulling his jeans up as he did. When he moved away from her, she sighed. The urge to just close her eyes and block out everything overwhelmed her, and she rolled over on her side.

Trent ran to the phone and lifted it towards his ear. But before he could even turn it on, he changed his mind. Running back to her, he leaned over the silently sobbing woman at his feet.

"Here... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..Oh, God..." She stopped shaking, and she was so still that he panicked. "Here.." Dropping the phone by her hand, he stepped back. "I'm leaving... I'm sorry." After the door closed, Lucy saw the phone, but she couldn't bring herself to reach for it. Instead, she began to cry again, this time she wasn't sure she'd ever stop.