TIFFANY'S POV:

"Morning," Justin greeted me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind as I stood at the worktop, preparing breakfast the next morning "how did you sleep?"

"Morning," I mirrored "and okay, thanks, you?"

"Yeah, not bad." he replied "Have you given any thought to the Greenock thing?"

"I've been up for half-an-hour," I informed him "so no, not yet."

"If you're not up for it, just say." he replied "There's no need to bite my head off!"

"I'm sorry," I sighed as he moved over to the fridge "I am up for thinking about it, I am, and I will, but just not first thing when I've not been up long."

He smiled at me warmly as he turned to me… "Just think about how good it could be for us both. A completely fresh start, where no one knows what's happened in our past, but I am willing to do whatever you want to do."

"Thank you." I replied, kissing him softly "I'm gonna go and jump in the shower as I need to be at the office for 9am. Are you gonna join me?"

He smirked at me and nodded his head, both of us making our way down the hallway, the bathroom door slamming behind us a minute later…

JUSTIN'S POV:

"You're in early…" Mark proclaimed as he walked into the bar where I'd begun filling up

"Thought I'd make up some of the hours I've missed over this past month." I informed him

"I told you, it's all good, mate," he replied "but it's good to have you back."

"It's good to be back," I admitted "but I might be leaving again soon, for good this time."

"What?" he questioned

"Tiff and I might be moving back to Scotland." I informed him "She's thinking about it."

"Whoa," he sighed "and there's nothing I can do to get you to change your mind, no?"

I shook my head… "If Tiff agrees, it'll be the best thing for the both of us, given everything that's happened recently."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. How's she doing?" he questioned

"Not bad," I replied "she's back at work and living her life day to day, so that's something."

"And you have heard anything more about the dick?" he inquired

I smirked and shook my head… "His Dad turned up at Tiff's office yesterday though."

"What did he want?" he asked

"He was trying to persuade her to change her statement." I replied "But she stood her ground and said no."

"Good on her." he replied "Right, seeing as though you might be leaving, how about you and Tiff come over to me and Abi for dinner one night?"

"I'd love to, but my little brother's here from uni. Maybe you could come to us?" I suggested

He nodded his head… "We'll make plans."

TIFFANY'S POV:

A knock at my office door sounded as I typed away on my laptop. Stopping what I was doing, I took a sip of my drink… "Come in."

"Miss. Westbrook, there's someone here to see you." my assistant informed me

"Who is it?" I questioned

"Her name's Amanda Gregory, she says you know her." she replied

"I do. Send her in." I informed her

Standing up, I straightened out my clothes and looked up as I heard footsteps, seeing Amanda walk into the office…

"Will that be everything, Miss. Westbrook?" my assistant questioned

"Yes, thank you, Bethany." I replied

Watching her as she left, shutting the door behind her, I turned to face Amanda…

"Shall we sit?" I questioned

She sat down in front of my desk and set her handbag on the floor… "You know why I'm here."

"I do, and I'll tell you exactly what I told David yesterday," I informed her "I'm not changing my statement."

"Andrew didn't do what he did on purpose, he told me so himself." she replied "You riled him and he lashed out. You bring it on yourself, Tiffany."

"I bring on being punched, kicked and slapped, being beaten so much I'm knocked unconscious on myself, do I? Really?" I questioned "Your son is a monster, Amanda!"

"You shouldn't have been flirting with the barman," she sighed "then it wouldn't have happened."

"It would've, at one time or another." I informed her "That night wasn't the first time. I was in an abusive relationship. Your son abused me. He punched me, he kicked me and he slapped me, on regular occurrences."

"You're lying…" she proclaimed

"No I'm not." I replied "I can show you the still fading bruises on my stomach from the beating before last if you want proof?"

"No," she whispered "no, I don't need to see them. I'm going to go."

"Amanda," I sighed as she stood up and went to leave, turning back to me "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" she questioned "It should be my son who's sorry."

So now we've met Andrew's Mum, and Tiffany has convinced her of what Andrew is really like, what will happen now?