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A/N: Last time: Kirsty and Nita are now staying at Adam's house, and Kirsty's had a nightmare. Kirsty has her mind set on divorcing Warren. When the solicitor comes to Adam's house will he co-operate?

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AdamPOV

"Come on, babe. You'll be alright. I'll help you and Nita through this, okay?" I asked and she weakly nodded her head.

"No offence, Kirst, but you're a mess! There's no way you're gonna be able to look after Nita or yourself on your own! Do you know how scary this must be for Nita? Seeing her mother in this state and her dad has just been sentenced life in prison!" I informed her, putting my cup down so I didn't drop or break it.

"Adam, that's none of your business, I and Nita can cope perfectly fine without ... Who am I kidding? I'm a wreck!" she said, collapsing into another set of tears.

I walked over to her, placed my hands on her shoulders and made her look at me. Her eyes were all puffy and red, the miniscule amount that she put on this morning had smudged her face, and her amazing brown eyes were all bloodshot.

"Look, I'm sorry for what I said, Kirsty, but we need to sort this out. Do you and Nita want to stay around here after this weekend?" I asked, wiping the tears from her eyes with my fore-finger.

"At work, I sometimes wonder if it's you under the web of lies you seemed to spin and get everyone tangled up in, before all this. One way or another, you seemed to get everyone to believe you. But I don't," I said.

"I've seen your life, and I know all your secrets, all your memories. You can't lie to me. We're too close for that to happen anymore. Because I love you, Kirsty, and I know that you do to." I told her, looking into her eyes, smiling.

"And I love you too, Adam Trueman," she said, her lips meeting mine, and it felt like heaven.

KirstyPOV

This morning I truly felt that we, I and Nita, were going to be okay.

I told a solicitor that I wanted a divorce, and he was coming round Adam's house in about half an hour. Adam had made me stay with him for the weekend and now Nita was back from Kathy's.

"Will the solicitor file the divorce today?" asked Nita, who had just appeared out of nowhere, scaring the living daylights out of me.

"No, he wants a statement and some papers signing today, and then he'll see your father. He'll do the same with him, I think," I told her, ruffling her hair and kissing her forehead.

"Don't stress, mum!" she smiled, hugging me.

"Sure," I sighed, and the doorbell rang. The solicitor was fifteen minutes early.

Adam made his way down the stairs as I made my way towards the door. I smoothed my jacket down and fixed my hair, opened the door and greeted the smartly dressed man who stood at my best-friend's door.

"Hi," I said, gesturing for the man to enter.

"Hello, you must be Mrs. Clements I presume?" he said, his posh accent ringing through the air.

"Please, call me Kirsty, I intend to divorce the man you and other people may call my husband," I told him, leading him through to the sitting room where Nita was sat on the sofa.

"My name is Scott Avery, and I will hopefully help you to successfully divorce Mr. Clements," Scott said, now becoming friendlier, and dropping his stupid accent.

"What was with the accent?" I asked, moving my way to the sofa, motioning for him to join me.

"Part of the job description, but don't tell anyone!" he chuckled, putting his enormous brief case down.

"Right," I said, smiling back. Adam walked into the kitchen now, and asked if we wanted drinks.

"Mr. Avery? What would you like?" Adam asked, "Tea, coffee or lemonade?" he said, getting three cups out of the cupboard.

"Tea, please. And call me Scott," Scott told Adam, who nodded and put the kettle on.

"Today Kirsty, I need you to fill out a few forms for me, and we'll go over when's the best time you can get to court. Alright?" he asked me, showing me the forms and the small calendar he had inside the folder.

"God, you're organised," Adam said, peering over Scott's shoulder. "My office is usually a tip," he laughed, smiling at me.

I coughed, and Adam noticed. He quickly took Nita upstairs for, 'Family Bonding', as he called it. I really knew it was just him helping her with biology and chemistry homework, over watching Harry Potter.

"Well, let's get on with it then?" Scott said, removing a pen from his blazer jacket.

Scott had me signing papers for about fifteen minutes, and my hand was starting to cramp up. He handed me the final paper, and I signed everywhere he pointed his finger to. I nodded in response to all the questions, apart from the time when he asked, "Why do you want to divorce Mr. Clements exactly?"

"To be honest," I began, inhaling. "He tried to murder my best-friend, Adam, and he physically abuses- Abused me." I told him, correcting myself, putting the emphasis on the past tense verb.

"Okay, was this mentioned in the court trial he had a few weeks back?" Scott asked.

I nodded in agreement, "He got life for it. Attempted murder, physical and domestic abuse." I said, crossing off the sentences on three fingers.

"Oh, well. This should get us a better result in court then. I would like you to prepare a statement and maybe your daughter could say a few words?" he asked, looking at the sheet that said I had a teenage daughter.

"No, I do not want her involved. She already hates me enough as it is," I said, looking at my lap.

"Surely she doesn't think that of you? You're her mother for crying out loud!" he said, placing his hand gently on my shoulder.

"Well, I'll get these sent off to the court rooms and I'll visit Mr. Clements in prison. If he chooses not to turn up at court, we'll win this for sure. If he's there and argues good enough, we'll have to see what the judge says. He or she'll have the details of his last trial, and they will have to decide off that and the statements that are given." Scott said, pausing to breathe.

"Right, that's all for today, I'll leave my card, if you want to e-mail or call me; it's all on the card," he said, handing me a small piece of paper, which I placed onto the coffee table.

I showed Scott the door, and he bid me goodbye.

"See you in a few weeks then, Kirsty," he said, turning to leave.

"Thanks, Scott," I said, waving to him. He waved back, then got into his car and drove off.

I shut Adam's front door, walked back into the sitting room and collapsed onto the sofa. God this had been a long day and it was only three 'o' clock...

A/N: Well, that's all you're gonna get for a while. I should post a few little bits 'n' bobs over the next two weeks, but I'm not gonna have enough spare time to write this one.

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