[[(8)The world better prepare, for when I'm a billionaire.(8) TUUUNE. Sarah23, if you don't like it, don't fucking read it darlin', I'm not asking you to read my fic am I?. You and Simon23 are probably the same person! Knob. I don't have to explain any excuse to you love. Anyway, just watched EE on iplayer…I hate Lucas…Dudeybob, I apologise in advance for any grammatical errors, I was always appalling at the grammar side of things in English at school lol. Thanks for reviews so far]]

Glenda sat in shock, for what felt like hours, but, in reality, was not even five minutes. Her daughter had been raped. Raped by her own father. The man who Glenda had been married to. The man she thought would only ever do right by his children. How wrong could she have been. Her head fell into her hands and she started to sob. Knowing what this man had done to her little girl made her feel sick. She left her daughters with him. She left her pregnant, fourteen year old daughter, in the hands of that sick bastard. ''If he wasn't already dead, id kill him'' she thought to herself.

She knew she had to go and talk to Ronnie. She needed to know the details. She needed to know where and when. She needed to know if there was something she should have noticed. She should have noticed something like that happening if she was around, but she had left with no word of where she was. Did it happen when I left? Or was it going on right under my nose? So many questions were running through Glenda's head, that she was starting to get a migraine. Her eyes stung from the bitter tears, and guilt coursed through her veins. She just wanted to hold her eldest daughter in her arms and make everything better, but how ever much anyone wished for it, there was no way of erasing the past.

Glenda got up off the bed and turned the lamp on, before stepping over to the dressing table, in the corner of her daughters bedroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she noticed just how puffy and red her eyes had gone. She had not shed a tear since the day she left her girls. She felt she had no right to cry, as she was the one that chose to go. She wished she had the courage to stay and take Archie's abuse, but she was too weak. She should have stayed, and then maybe he would not have touched his daughter.

After wiping her tear stained faced, she glanced over at the clock. 3:57am. The time had flown by with no warning. Her daughter had been out of the room for over an hour. She knew Ruby didn't take that long to feed, and the only conclusion in Glenda's mind was that her daughter was trying to avoid her. She didn't want that to happen though. She wanted to talk to Ronnie, so made her way out into the hallway, looking for a sign of where Ronnie was. Seeing a dull surge of light coming from the living room, Glenda could only assume that her daughter was in there.

Walking over to the door, Glenda rested her hand on the door handle, and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. She was tired, completely shattered, but there was no way she was going to sleep, so now, was as good a time as any, to talk to her daughter about her recent revelation. She took another deep breath, before pushing the door open slowly, in the hope it wouldn't make a noise. The television was on, but there was no sound. Noticing her daughter led on the sofa, fast asleep, with her grand daughter sleeping soundly on her chest, Glenda smiled slightly. Ronnie suited motherhood.

Glenda tiptoed over, and stood in front of her sleeping daughter. She carefully moved Ronnie's arm from Ruby's back and placed it on the sofa. She picked up Ruby gently, hoping that the movement would not wake Ronnie. Seeing her grand daughters face twitch slightly, as if she was about to start crying, Glenda, quickly started to rock her in her arms, keeping her calm and asleep. She placed Ruby in her moses basket, which was situated in the corner of the living room, and walked back over to Ronnie.

She simple watched her daughter sleep for a few minutes. Ronnie's facial expression suddenly changed, and she look scared. Her brow was furrowed, which caused Glenda to feel slightly unsettled. This was obviously haunting her daughter. He was obviously haunting her daughter, even in her dreams. Ronnie became fidgety, and was tossing and turning, and her bottom lip was pouting. Glenda couldn't watch it anymore. She just wanted to wrap her daughter in her arms, and tell her that everything was going to be ok.

''Veronica?'' She whispered, put a hand on top of Ronnie's, and wiggling it slightly.

Ronnie continued her restless sleep, rapidly moving from one position to another. ''Stop Dad'' She whispered, still asleep, her voice etched with fear.

[[Just a filler chapter really. Next chapter will be Ronnie and Glenda talking, and someone over hearing…dum dum duuuuuuum lol. Its come to my attention, that some people cant review on chapter 3, with it saying they have already reviewed, but its cuz I deleted the chapter about not updated for a while and yeah, my bad…some may now not be able to review chapter 4 for the same reason….Blonde moment or what?]]