Sorry for the delay in writing this, we had a power cut last night and wasn't back on until late, so i didn't really get time to finish writing it or post it. Anyway it is here now. Personally i am not as happy with this chapter as i am the other two, but please let me know what you think, it really means a lot!

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Chapter Three

Stephen's POV.

My mind was racing with all sorts of different images and thoughts. An eight year old boy, raped by his dad? The man who was supposed to be there for you when you needed advice, the one who is supposed to protect you, not hurt you. Yeah I knew he smacked Brendan around, but I would have never of thought that! I felt my stomach jolt and next thing I know I was bolting to the toilet and sticking my head down it as I retched. I stood up and held onto the sides of the sink, I took a few deep breaths and walked back into Brendan but he was gone. I ran out the door and looked around but he had gone. I ran back inside and grabbed a pair of joggers of the floor and flung them on putting on a t-shirt as I ran out the door slamming it behind me. I was running along the street calling out his name and twisting my head frantically. Where the hell had he gone? As I reached the village I stopped calling out his name, and slowed down to a fast walk instead of racing around, but still searching for him. I was debating whether to go up to his house and ask if he was there, but is Seamus was there he might start asking questions. At that exact moment, someone was walking down the steps from Oakdale Drive, it was the same bloke who asked me where it was, then it clicked, that was Brendan's dad, the man who stole his childhood! I took all the effort I had to stop myself from going over there and doing anything to make him suffer, I knew if Brendan found out he would go mental. I looked up at his front door, I seriously doubt that he is in there, so time for plan B, Chez Chez.

The door was unlocked so someone was defiantly here, but whom? Brendan or Joel? No one was at the bar, so I walked over to the office door and tapped on it lightly before attempting to push it open, but it was locked.

"Brendan, you in there?" I called through the door.

No answer.

I knocked again, louder this time.

"Bren?"

A thought hit me, I pulled my mobile out of my pocket. Two text messages from Frankie asking when I was going to pick the kids up (I dropped them off there just after Brendan had got there, I left him sitting on the sofa, and when I returned he hadn't moved in the slightest.) I quickly closed the messages and searched my phonebook for Brendan, I dialled his number and I heard it ring from inside the office, I hung up and called through the office door again.

"Bren, I know your in there, why ya run off for?"

Still no answer.

"Right Brendan you can't hide in there forever so I will just wait here until you open this door."

I heard the lock click but the door didn't open, I pushed down the handle and slowly pushed the door open.

"What do ye want Stephen?"

"I want to know why ya ran off like that!?"

"I ran off cause ye was sick at the sight of me Stephen!"

"What? No, I weren't sick at you, I was sick at the thought of what he had done to ya!"

"I shunt have told ye."

"Why did ya then?"

"Cause I thought I told ye last night when I were drunk."

"Oh."

Silence, I didn't know what to say, I mean how do you comfort your boyfriend after he has just told you he was raped when he was eight years old?

"Bren, ya know I am here if ya wanna talk, it helps yano, when ya talk 'bout it, it did me."

"I don't wanna talk about it, I just want it gone."

"Well it's never gunna go if ya dunt talk 'bout it with someone, whether it's me, Cheryl, a councillor or the police, cause he is always going to be there, ya will always be lookin' behind ya shoulder waitin' for him to show up again."

Brendan raised from his chair and stood in front of me, but he was looking at the floor. I reached my hand out and put it underneath his chin and pushing on it, forcing him to look me in the eyes.

"Bren, I am here for ya whateva you decide to do. Ok? And I promise ya right here, it will be fine, it will work out, but please don't let him ruin this, what we have, cause we have worked so hard for it, don't let him destroy it."

Next thing I know Brendan is crying his eyes out,

"Why me, why me, why did he decide to ruin my life? Wha' did I do wrong, nutin, I did nutin! He has made me like this, he made me how I am. He is the reason I can't love anyone, I can't trust anyone, I trusted him, and look what he has done to me!"

He had lost it, he started smashing up the whole office, at first I stood and let him get on with it, there was no point in trying to stop him, its not like he would, but after he was about to smash up the filing cabnet I thought I best stop him. I grabbed hold of his arms and was pulling him towards me, which surprisingly he obeyed to the tug pretty quickly and I just held him in my arms as he sobbed onto my shoulder, clinging onto me like I was the only thing keeping here, this was the first time he had seen Brendan desperate.

"I love you Brendan Brady, and no matter what I will be here, right by your side.

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