Polly sat in the bath alone staring at the wall, she was so lost in trying to think of nothing she didn't hear ada come and sit down. They were talking for a while but even at that Polly wasn't really listening, "they'll let him out in the morning…" she had said as she touched her lip, the same place that sick bastard had touched hours ago. It hurt, her whole fucking body hurt, she ached, but nothing could come close to the pain she was feeling in her mind.

Ada looked over at her, and she knew, they both knew. "Are you alright Pol ?" Ada asked and looked at her sympathetically. "No I'm not fucking alright, but Michael will be… so let's not mention this to Tommy alright ?" Ada left without saying another word and Polly threw her glass against the window and let tears flood down her face before sinking into the warm water fully.

Once she was out of her bath and felt somewhat safe, in her nightdress, curled inside her bed she heard footsteps and looked up to see her nephew. "Tommy…" she said quietly "what can I…" she started before he cut her off. "Is it true pol ?" He asked looking her dead in the eye but she looked away, "I don't know what you're talking about…" she whispered.

"Don't play fucking games with me Polly, is it true ?" She stared at the wall. "Yes…" she said and then he had time to take in the bruises and scratch and bite marks scattered over her collarbone. "That fucking dirty bastard…" he said under his breath and sat down on the edge of her bed.

"Pol I'm so sorry…" he looked at her, sorry was a word he never ever used. "Don't be sorry Tommy, I went to that station of my own free will and I… well I was probably asking for what that dirty copper gave me…" she looked slightly ashamed of herself. "Don't say that Pol…" Tommy tried to say "It's not a lie, I agreed to sleep with him… I was… willing… but he was whispering fucking insult after insult… and I just couldn't do it… but… well after that saying no wasn't an Option… so he… just took what he wanted… that was that…" tears were slowly streaming down her face.

"What he did wasn't right Pol, he never should have laid a hand on you." He shook his head. "It's just what happens to women like me, what's Michael going to think when he finds out his mum's a whore ?" He looked at her "Don't ever fucking call yourself that pol. You're a bloody well respectable woman." She looked at him blankly. "He called me worse, he called me a gypsy fenian slut."

"How dare he fucking say that, say that your a slut as he fucking r…" he stopped himself. "You can say it Tommy. It's not a dirty word, he raped me." He slowly moved so he was closer to his aunt and moved her so she was sitting up. "Are you in pain ?" He asked her "A Little…" she said but he looked at her skeptically "Alright, in truth I ache all over… I was just trying to be strong…" he poured her a drink "you don't need to be strong pol, I've got you…" he said and she was now crying with her head on his lap, he stroked her hair in an attempt to calm her, he knew this woman better than anyone, and yet he couldn't think of a single thing he could do for her now.

"I wanted to scream, I wanted to burst into tears, I wanted to get drunk and kill myself all at once, but all I could do was stare at the wall in silence. It was fucking awful." She cried.

"I'll make sure he can never fucking touch you again, because he will die for what he did to you pol… no one can fucking touch you and get away with it…" he said, protective of the woman who was more like his mother than his aunt.

And eventually she had cried herself to sleep, so he couldn't move but he didn't mind. She needed her sleep more than he needed to get up.

When Tommy agreed to let her shoot Campbell she didn't know if she could do it, but she did, and she cursed herself afterwards because the bastard had made her cry again, but that didn't matter, because he could never hurt her again.

That's what she thought anyway, until one day Tommy seen her walk through the door, teary eyed and shaking like a leaf. "I'm pregnant…"