A/N: Thank you for the reviews! Sorry I left you guys with such a cliff hanger last time ;D
I hope this makes up for it. I'm going to try and make it long, but I should warn you that this chapter will be sensitive and pretty intense. If you have issues with any of the stuff in this chapter, I'd recommend you don't read it. Or you could go see a counsellor. Either works for me- as long as you enjoy it of course
Also, being fifteen, I don't know a huge amount about the British legal system. I don't know if it is at all possible for a prisoner to be released on bail without the defendant's lawyer being present. I doubt it is, but if Kirsty's lawyer HAD known then that would make this chapter relatively boring. So yeah, if you're awesome enough to review *hint hint*, please don't comment on that.
Oh, and we're back to third person! For the first time in... Fourteen chapters is it?
Anyway, enjoy!

Kirsty stepped backwards warily, panic taking hold of her expression.

"Warren! Where did you come from? Why aren't you in prison?" He smiled menacingly.

"Oh, well that's a nice way to be welcomed home!" He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms before continuing. "I was released about an hour ago. Seems your lawyer didn't even have the guts to show up."

"What? How?" Kirsty's voice was laced with dread, and a thin layer of sweat started to break out over her pale skin. Warren ignored her questions.

"So, how've you been?" She laughed incredulously; He'd just been released from jail on a charge for both sexual and physical abuse towards her... And he was asking after her health?

"Warren, I think you should leave."

"Why? What's the rush?" He took a step towards his terrified wife. "Is Adam coming here?" She shook her head as she pressed her back against the wall of the bedroom, shrinking back as much as possible in the hopes that it would swallow her.

"No! Warren, you have to stop doing this! You're not allowed to come near me; isn't that one of the terms for your bail?"

"Oh, so I'm not allowed in my own home now am I?"

"Warren, I mean it, you-"

"SHUT UP!" He roared, causing her to flinch and bring her hands up to cover her face in an attempt to protect herself. "Come 'ere." He growled angrily, his accent growing thicker.

"Warren, don't come near me! You can't come near me!" She half begged. He ignored this, limping forward and grabbing her by the hair. She screamed in protest and tried to wriggle out of his grip as he dragged her closer towards him. She kicked him hard in the shin, and he yelled in pain, grabbing a lamp from the bedside table and yanking it from its socket.

"Stop it! Let go of me, Warren!" She screamed as he raised it as high as his stiff limbs could possible manage, and growling in anger, smashed it down over her head.

As her eyes drifted shut, he pulled her around in his arms, and laid her -almost gently- down on the bed.

Kirsty
"Ugh..." I groaned as I opened my eyes and raised my head groggily. My vision was blurry, and for a few seconds my mind raced to search for the cause of my impaired vision and the stabbing head pain that had erupted all over the top of my head. I tried to sit up, to move my hands, but something was preventing me from doing so.

"Evenin', love." My eyes snapped open again as I heard his low, scratchy voice. Suddenly, I became more aware of my surroundings. My jacket had been removed, and my jeans were halfway down my legs. My arms were tied to the bed posts, and he was pressing down on my legs to prevent me from moving. I felt like throwing up; Surely he hadn't...? "Oh, don't worry, I thought I'd wait for you to wake up before we had some fun together. Haven't had too long to wait though. You weren't out for long." I choked out a sob at his condemning words.

"N-no... Please!" He crawled up on to the bed, pinning me down and glaring into my face.

"My lawyer," He hissed. "Has informed me that should I be sentenced, I will most likely be facing a life sentence in prison. So," He sat back on his heels, and pulled my underwear down to join my jeans, eliciting a fresh sob from my throat. "Could very well be the last chance I get." I turned my head from the side as tears streamed down my sides.

My fate, it seemed, was sealed.

Adam
I was never a great runner. When we had to do track in school, I took a shortcut and earned myself a detention for it.

But when I thought Kirsty was in danger, I ran faster and harder then I'd ever done so before. My chest was burning and my eyes were running from the bitter wind, but I didn't care. I just willed with every last fibre in my body that I wouldn't be too late.

Kirsty
"Stop screaming!" He yelled, spit spraying me in the face. I flinched away, panting and sobbing desperately.

"Please, stop!" I begged. He laughed, and dug himself further into me. I screamed again, and he slapped me, hard, around the face.

Adam
I hammered my fist on the front door, flushed and gasping for breath.

"Come on," I growled. "If you don't open up I'm coming in..." I waited for a minute or so, before slamming my body against the door. "Warren!" I shouted as loud as I could. "Open up the fucking door!"

Kirsty
We both heard the loud pounding on the door, and Adam's shouts. Warren looked up, shocked, while relied partly flooded my system.

"How does he know we're here?" He hissed, shaking me by the shoulders. "How?" I cried out in pain as he pulled out of me, yanking his boxers and trousers up.

"Please, untie me!" I sobbed. He looked around with wild eyes as I tugged on my bonds, wriggling desperately. There was a sudden crash, and some of the weight lifted off my heart as I realised that Adam had broken the door down. Warren shoved the window open.

"Come here, you" he growled, and leaping forward, he wrapped an arm around my waist, and quickly pulled on the knots, releasing the bounds tying me to the bed.

"No! Please!" I cried as he pulled me up, as the sound of rushed feet pounding up the stairs became heard. He pulled me towards the window, and tried to push me through the frame to drop on to the ground below. A last ounce of defiance arose from my gut; a last surge of my adrenaline levels kicked in, and I struggled violently in his hold, catching him hard with my cast in a rather unfortunate -unfortunate for him- place. He yelled in pain, and dropped me on to the dresser, eliciting a yelp of pain as my side cracked against the corner and rolled to the carpet, just as my saviour burst through the door.

Adam
"Come here!" I yelled as I launched myself at Warren. He staggered backwards as I landed a fist to his stomach, watching satisfactorily as he doubled over from the pain. I punched him again and again; blinded by a hot, white rage, refusing to stop until a weak voice made itself heard.

"Adam, stop..." I froze, my fist raised and ready to strike again. My victim was barely conscious, and blood ran freely from his nose and a cut just above his eye. I released my grip on him, allowing him to fall to the floor, before turning to the limp figure by my feet.

"Kirsty..." I kneeled down beside her, reaching up to the bed covers and pulling down a spare blanket to cover her bare midriff and legs. I wrapped it around her, and lifted her up on to the bed, placing a hand to her slightly feverish forehead and pushing a couple of curls back from her face.

"H-Help me" She choked out, as I searched through her brunette curls to find the gash that I presumed was the source of the blood that seemed to be everywhere, pooling underneath her position on the floor.

"It's okay Kirsty, I'm here. Can you open your eyes for me sweetheart?" She did as I asked, and I looked closely into them for signs of a bad head injury.

"Adam, it hurts!" She murmured weakly.

"I know, I know. Just hold on for a second, I'm gonna go call for an ambulance.

"No!" She sobbed. "Don't leave me here with him!" I sighed.

"Kirst, we need to..." I trailed off as I saw the pleading look in her eyes. "Okay, can you stand up?" I put my arm around her and gripped the blanket around her waist, before helping her to stand and walk her towards the door. She stumbled, and I leaned to catch her and lift her into my arms.

"I'm sorry!" She sobbed. I stared down at her -so unlike the Kirsty I knew-, and carried her outside to the hallway, where I'd seen a phone hanging on the wall on my dash up the stairs.

"Ssh, don't say you're sorry. I'm gonna call for an ambulance now Kirst. It's okay." I talked her through everything, simply because I felt that she needed to know that everything was under control. That she could control it.

"It's okay... It's okay..." She echoed. I looked up at her, biting down on my lip in worry.

"Sweetheart, do you know where you are? Can you tell me your name?"

"It's okay..." I was severely beginning to regret not calling the police before rushing to their house. I heard a loud groan coming from the bedroom. Warren was presumably regaining consciousness, meaning that I needed both the police and the ambulance to hurry up.

"It's okay" I whispered into her ear, kissing her on the cheek. "It's all right, it'll all be over soon."

When I was a boy, I went to a school under the Catholic Church. I forced myself to learn and recite the prayers and psalms, to seal them into my brain, and act like I was a 'good, Christian boy'.
In retrospect, I should probably just have come clean about the truth: I didn't believe in a God of any description. I felt it impossible to admit my wrongdoings to someone whom I was almost certain was fictitious; someone who supposedly allowed small children to suffer and innocent people to die.

Sometimes, I found it difficult to explain to people why I felt that way, but as I watched the girl I love in pure limbic agony, writing from the pain of the torture she'd just experienced, I realised that she was all the explanation I needed.

A/N: *GASP*! Adam swore!
Okay, I know this is a bad place in the story for this to happen but I'm going away for a week or so. Mum's gone back into hospital and me and Noah are going with her because she's quite poorly.

So please, review. I'm not sure what the outcome of this hospital stay will be- hopefully she'll recover, but she may have to stay in for a while.
Ergo, I would really appreciate coming home and finding a whole bundle of reviews waiting for me.
C'mon, make me happy eh?

'If you're going through hell, keep going.' ~Winston Churchill~