I know it is only a short entry, but as I have a week off, I should be able to get some more done... hopefully... anyway, please read and review. Thanks.

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for the traffic lights to turn green. As they changed he pulled off sharply, watching as his familiar surroundings turned into an endless stretch of highway. His mind raced through the plan in his head.

He turned into her street, driving slowly, looking at the numbers, and looking for her house.

She was sitting round the back of her house; her daughter in her lap listening to her mother read her a story. They didn't hear the car pull up out the front, or a man get out and walk up to the door. He peered through the window, turning when he heard laughter. He made his way around the side of the house and saw the two sitting together. Both were smiling, and the little girl was laughing.

"So the prince took his sword," Sam began, glancing up and seeing his face, freezing. Quickly regaining her composure she finished the sentence, "and cut her free. The princess jumped down and into his arms. He led her to his horse and they rode off into the distance." Abi jumped off her lap, not noticing the man by the side of the house.

"I'm going to play inside Mommy."

"Ok. I'll come in in a minute." Sam replied.

"Ok." The girl happily replied before opening the back door and running inside, the door shutting behind her.

"What are you doing here Pete?" She asked.

"I came for my wife." He replied, stepping up onto the decking. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here. We live here. Look, I don't want any trouble, so could you please, just leave us alone." Sam said and turned to go inside. A hand grabbed her arm, and she turned back sharply facing him. Her face inches from his. "Let me go."

"I don't think so." He roughly twisted her arm, and all the years of submission fell back into place, the memories coming back, haunting her, she fell forward against the wall. He placed a hand on her head pushing her face into the glass. "Get inside." He tried to grab her hair but couldn't get a grip instead going for her neck, squeezing it tightly as he pushed her into the house and into the kitchen. He let her go and she fell to the floor. She quickly got up and backed away, edging towards a set of drawers by the door.

"Why are you back here, what do you want?" Sam asked, and he turned to look out of the small window in her kitchen.

"I am back here to get my wife and my child. I want my wife and I want my child."

"Your child?" Sam said, her confidence seeping back into her.

"My child."

"Your child has gone. You are not fit to be a father. What did I even see in you, why did I go with you, give up everything I love for you."

"It's him, isn't it?" He spat. "He is the reason you left me."

"No. You are the reason I left. I didn't want to be manipulated anymore, I didn't want to be used." Sam slowly edged the drawer open behind her. The draw squeaked and he turned.

"Get away from there." He shouted.

"You don't scare me anymore."

"Really? We'll see." Pete said, pushing Sam roughly aside, as he stalked through the house. "Abi?" He shouted, heading upstairs.

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