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Sorry its been a while, had losts of deadlines at school!

Smithy's Point of view

I paired myself with Molly again just to take her around the local area for about the 20th time, I say 20th but I'm sure it's been twice that amount, to make sure it was all getting a little familiar for her. Molly had long blonde hair; it was scraped back into a messy bun, with numerous plaits going around the large bun. I must admit the style only added to her beauty, she had beautiful deep blue eyes, high cheekbones; long thick eyelashes framing her eyes, her lips were full and cherry red.......in fact she could almost be compared to Kerry. I found myself regularly glancing over at her. Barely believing that she was here.......with me.........right now. She caught me glancing a few times and she smiled. Every single time she was in the car with me, we learnt more about each other's lives. Every time I asked her one certain question she would immediately close down, and I always managed to put my foot in it

"So what's Poland like?"

"It's beautiful, it's like 10,000 gemstones that sparkle, keeping you captivated even though you know you've seen it all. It never bores you. You can be the angriest person in the world but as soon as you see some of the amazing landscapes you can't help but feel serene and calm." She smiled, she obviously missed it.

"So you miss it?" I asked glancing at her.

"I miss Poland a lot, but it doesn't mean I want to go back, I don't miss certain people, and to be honest as much as I like Poland, I feel like I'm finally me again, finally free, finally happy and as long as I feel this way I don't really care where I am in the world. London saved me."

I couldn't help myself so I asked her that dreaded question. Usually she just closes down but this time it seemed different.

"Why did you leave." She closed her eyes and exhaled a deep breath.

"Like I said before there are certain people I don't miss, certain people I needed to get away from."

"Why Molly?"

"My husband was a copper, he wasn't a very nice person, he took bribes and handed out tips, he used to beat me up on a regular basis, he even.........." she trailed off, I smiled encouragingly. She stuttered a few times, but after a few false starts, she started again, tears rolled down her cheeks.

"He even......he even........he r...r....raped me." She looked at me with pleading eyes, they were begging me to stop questioning her but I had to know.

"Why didn't you recognise Max at first?"

"I haven't seen Max for 9 years, I was 18 when I married Edward. Our mum and dad thought my husband was perfect. He was far from it and Max was the only one to see that. By that time I was madly in love with him, and I was convinced that I could change him. Max harassed me for a year continuously; he never stopped trying to get me to leave. Of course I wouldn't listen to him. Mum and Dad began to see his true colours and I wasn't having any of it. I just became more and more isolated. Max carried on convincing Mum and Dad, they just let me get on with it, let me make my own mistakes because going on at me was only going to make it worse, and isolate me even more. Max didn't agree with them. The day I was raped, I ran to Max, he gave me the opportunity to get out and I took it, my husband tracked me down, and he begged me to come back, he promised he'd change, that he loved me and that he was sorry for everything he'd put me through, three times I left him and three times I went back, after the third time Max washed his hands of me and that was the last time I saw Max and the rest of my family, Edward made sure of that. I worked at the same station as Edward in Warsaw. I got close to a DC there and I realised that every part of my marriage was wrong, that he shouldn't hit me or rape me, and that it wasn't my fault he was doing it, because he always made me believe that it was my fault, that everything was down to me. And now I know it wasn't. Now I know that I'm going to be okay. And I feel nothing but relief being away from him, and even more relief being in a different country. I've been here one month and I feel welcome, I don't feel alone anymore." She was in full blown tears, so I indicated to pull over and stopped the car. I put my hand on hers; she looked up at me and smiled.

"I'm sorry." She apologised and began laughing as she wiped away her tears.

"Don't say you're sorry, you have nothing to apologise for, I shouldn't have kept pressing you for answers. I just really want to get to know you Molly." I blushed. I couldn't believe I'd said aloud what I had been thinking. She was going to laugh at me and I knew it, what would she see in me. She turned to me and smiled.

"I'd like to get to know you to Smithy." She smiled. I was suddenly self conscious; I couldn't believe it when she said that. She said the one thing I was desperate to hear "now stop blushing you're almost as red as that traffic light over there." Her saying this caused us both to look over and see a car come flying down the road not stopping for the red light and slammed straight into the side of a car. Molly and I sprung into action. The sight wasn't pretty. There were two cars involved, a black Renault Clio and a red Ford Fiesta. The Fiesta was the one that jumped the light and smashed into the Clio. I made my way to the Clio as that one had the most damage and Molly went to the Fiesta. As soon as I reached the Clio I could see it was bad. There was a young woman in the driver's seat, she was unconscious and there was blood streaking from a big gash in her head, I checked her pulse and her airway and she was still alive, I could see her legs were crushed, the passenger was bleeding heavily but was conscious.

"Hi, I'm Inspector Dale Smith, what's your name?" I asked

"Melissa......Melissa Kendall." She replied, stuttering as she breathed heavily, she was in obvious pain.

"And what is the name of the driver?"

"Tara....Tara Daniels."

"Okay Melissa I promise that you're going to be okay, and so is Tara, We just need to wait for the ambulance. Molly, what about the other car?"

"Sir, the driver hasn't got a pulse but the passenger has one he is however unconscious, bleeding heavily and his legs are trapped." Molly replied. i could hear her on the radio. "Sierra Oscar from 686 we have a FATACC RTA on Main Street Canley, we need urgent medical and police assistance ASAP."

"Received from Sierra Oscar, back up on way."