Here's the next chapter. I was debating weather to upload this or not, but here you go. There's alot of confessions in it and there's alot of hugging. Please review, criticism is also taken well.

Rachel swallowed hard, not only did she not know where to start in telling Finn what had happened to her, she felt sick at the thought of unleashing the secrets of her marriage to someone else. Rachel shifted on the couch though she had no reason to be uncomfortable and the wine in the glass that she was holding made her stomach churn at the mere thought of swallowing it. She swallowed hard and was grateful when Finn didn't speak or push her to. She wasn't sure she would have ever been ready to tell anyone what had happened but she trusted Finn with her life and what he had said to her kept coming to the front of her mind.

"I want to help you but I can't if I don't know what's gone on . . ."

She wanted him to be able to help her, he had done so much for her already and she hoped that if he could help with this she might be able to try and live with it. Rachel knew that she could never forget about what had happened but carrying the secret on her own was something that was getting harder and harder by the day. "Just start from the beginning . . ." Rachel thought, mentally repeating what Finn had said to her, to herself. When she felt Finn give her hand another squeeze it was almost like he was telling her that he wasn't going anywhere without him having to say anything and the comfort of his thumb stroking over the skin on the back of her hand helped her to begin re-telling the painful and harrowing story that was her life.

"I lived with my mum on a council estate in Liverpool, we moved there when I was four and my brother was two. My brother had just been sent to prison for armed robbery and my dad had been gone for ages. He was an alcoholic. My brother got involved in a robbery to try to get some money to pay off my mum's debts to drug dealers. She used to deal around the estate and she owed them around £5, 000."

Finn frowned, "isn't drug dealing supposed to make you money?"

"You would think so, but she was using some of what she was supposed to be selling so she wasn't making enough on the amount of drugs that she was getting. So she ended up owing them money and she couldn't pay it back. She was selling it for the big boys, and by big boys I mean ones who thought they were some kind of American gangster when none of them had made it out of Liverpool." she laughed bitterly and shook her head a little as she leant back into the couch gently. "So when Rob went to prison I had just left school and I was in and out of different jobs like office work and in shops and stuff to try and keep the house going and put food on the table." Rachel chewed on her bottom lip a little and swallowed, deliberately putting of getting to the point of her life that she knew Finn was waiting for her to tell him about. "Then when I was seventeen, I was working in a shop that was paying peanuts when a job came up in a bar that was opening. It was a half an hour journey away from where I lived and the money was really good. It was a swanky exclusive-ish place and so I went for it, and I got the job. But, I lied to them and told them that I was eighteen when I wasn't for another six months. I worried about it at first but I just told them I'd never worked in a bar before and I was shown what to do."

"Did they ever find out?" Finn asked.

"I'm getting to it . . ." Rachel whispered, swallowing a mouthful of wine before she continued, deciding that she needed whatever courage she could get to continue what she had started. "I had been there about four months and over time the woman who was the manager of the bar was being a cow to me and we ended up fighting this one night, she said something about me that I didn't appreciate so I lamped her." Finn smirked and Rachel kinked her eyebrow a little. "It was a good shot . . ."

Finn laughed quietly "I don't doubt it . . ." he smiled, his thumb still stroking the back of her hand.

"So we had this fight and the night it happened the guy that owned the club was in and the guy that owned it is Abigail's dad." Rachel sighed, paling considerably at the mere mention of him. "So anyway, we got a bollocking and all the rest of it but after she'd gone he told me he knew I wasn't old enough to be working in a club and I persuaded him to let me carry on working there. I don't know how he knew but I told him two more months wasn't a lot after working there for four and he agreed. I had a drink with him and then went to finish my shift. Then after that he would invite me to stay back for a drink with him, he paid for my cabs to and from work so that I didn't have to wait around for busses, he'd send me gifts and I thought he was a nice guy. I was flattered, a businessman who was doing well for himself interested in me . . . The only people that had been interested before then were old druggies my mum used to have in the house while she was getting high." Rachel sighed and shrugged gently.

Finn silently wondered how Rachel could speak of what had happened so plainly, for a moment he wondered whether she understood how horrifying it really was and whether she thought otherwise having been brought up with it. However, her expression told him that she probably did but was trying to play it down and it broke his heart. "Does he have a name?" Finn asked, considering trying to find the man who had caused Rachel such hurt.

Rachel nodded "Brody . . ."

"How old was he?"

"27 then, he's 31 now . . ."

Finn's jaw clenched and Rachel knew that he was trying his best to keep his emotions under control. She squeezed his hand this time and he squeezed hers in return. "What happened next sweetheart?"

Rachel swallowed hard and pulled her legs up onto the couch before she continued to let him into her deepest and darkest secret. "It was like that for the following couple of months and then for my eighteenth birthday he closed down the club and threw me a party. Invited my mum and everyone that we knew for me to celebrate with and it was a really good night . . . Until my mum passed out after she'd taken . . ." Rachel shrugged gently and shook her head. "I don't even know what it was."

"A drug?"

Rachel nodded, "yeah, a drug. I think it was cocaine, but I'm not sure . . ."

Finn nodded and Rachel continued, "I was upset, so Brody took me and my mum back home and he stayed while I put her to bed. I asked him to stay for a drink, which he did . . . Then he come onto me, and I panicked . . ." Finn frowned and Rachel stuttered as she struggled to find the words to say to try and make him understand what she meant. "Finn, I was from an estate on which the girls of eighteen had been with five or six people and had had one if not two kids by them, and I'd never . . . I didn't . . ." She swallowed and sighed, becoming angry with herself as she struggled to find the right words for what she was trying to tell Finn.

Finn sensed that Rachel was struggling and he thought that he knew what she was going to say anyway, so he tried to help her out. "You were a Virgin, so you panicked?"

Rachel felt herself blush as she nodded in answer to Finn.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about that you know?"

Rachel raised her eyebrow a little and Finn wrapped his arm around her, pulling her a little closer to him as he fell silent and waited for her to continue. "I slept with him that night and that was the start of our relationship. A month into the relationship I fell pregnant. At first I was upset but I knew I could have never have gotten rid of the baby, so I told him and it was a week later when I moved in with him and a month after that we were married. He seemed pleased about things but when we went for my scan where you find out the sex of the baby, when he found out it was a girl he seemed to lose interest and it was from that point on that things started to go downhill."

"Downhill?"

Rachel swallowed hard and nodded.

"Why did he lose interest?"

"He wanted a boy"

"Did he say that?"

Rachel nodded, "not at the scan but in an argument just after I'd had her he did. He had always been . . . Possessive, but things just got worse . . ."

"Possessive?"

Rachel nodded, "he told me on more than one occasion that he wouldn't stand for me being with anyone else and that I was his. We went out with his friends quite a lot and he would make comments about what I was wearing or something and embarrass me."

"So he thought of you as something that belonged to him?"

"I guess . . ."

Finn grit his teeth together and tried to suppress the growing anger he felt towards a man that he had never met. He took a deep breath before speaking again, knowing that for him to let his emotions get the better of him was the last thing that Rachel needed at that moment in time when she was finding talking to him hard enough. "When did he start hitting you?" he questioned softly, hoping that she wouldn't shut down on him, though grateful that she had told him so much at the same time.

Rachel leant forwards a little and rested her arms on her thighs as she answered him, bowing her head a little. "He threw a glass at me two days before I had Abigail and when I went into labor he left me for two hours before he called at ambulance. But he didn't physically hit me until she was a month old."

"What? What if something had happened while you were in labour, did he not care about that?"

"He was angry at me"

"Why?"

"His friend had visited and I'd met him a couple of times and he seemed nice enough, so he talked to Brody and then talked to me for a little while. So when he was leaving I gave him a hug and he felt my bump when Abigail was kicking."

"Right . . ."

"What was why . . ."

Finn shook his head a little and sighed, taking in a breath once more as his muscles rippled under the shirt he was wearing as his fists clenched. Though when he turned to Rachel his anger quickly turned to sympathy and he sighed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to give her a gentle squeeze, his hand still holding her own. "Why did you stay with him?"

"Well, he would apologize and the first couple of times I hoped that he meant it and I wanted to think that he did. But, with me doing that it allowed him to carry on. I wanted to make it work for Abigail more than anything else. That's the deal isn't it? A child gets a mum and a dad, but when it was made plain to me that he wasn't going to change I told him that I was going to leave . . ." She swallowed hard, "I ended up unable to move out of bed for a week, so I didn't try again."

Finn sighed; his emotions were all over the place. He wanted to meet this guy that Rachel was talking about and hurt him as he had hurt the woman that he cared much about and though he knew that he couldn't he wanted to wipe away all of the hurt that she had suffered before moving. "So you were with him for three years?"

"Almost four . . ."

Finn sighed, "you don't have anything to feel bad about Rachel, it was not your fault what happened."

"When you are told that 24/7 it is you start to think it's true."

"Do you trust me?"

Rachel nodded "of course I do."

"I'm telling you that it wasn't." He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed it gently which caused Rachel to let a small smile tug at the corners of her lips.

There was a couple of moments of quiet between the two of them before Finn spoke up once again, his voice giving away how unsure he was about what he was about to ask. "So if you didn't tell him that you were leaving, how did you get away?"

"I just went . . ."

"What?"

"I just ran with Abigail, the night I ran was the worst night with him and I knew if I didn't get out I'd be leaving in a body bag. So, I did what I needed to . . . Which leads me to my confession . . ."

Finn frowned, "confession?"

"My second name isn't Roberts . . . It's Weston . . ."

"Is that your married or maiden name?"

"Married . . . My maiden name is Berry . . ."

"Can I get a cuddle, Miss Berry?"

"Always, Mr. Hudson . . ." Rachel whispered, a small smile on her lips once again at his choice to use her maiden name.

Finn smiled and wrapped his arm around Rachel's waist before pulling her onto his lap. He sat back against the couch and Rachel sat sideways on him before leaning against his chest gently, she played with one of the buttons on his shirt, her forehead touching the side of his neck. "Did he hit you regularly?" Finn whispered, kissing the side of her head as he waited for her reply.

"When he drank he was worse" she shrugged, "he was always really unpredictable though, I would never know when he was going to but after he started I don't think it ever went longer than two weeks between him kicking off."

Finn sighed and ran his hand over her hair gently, "I'm so sorry . . ."

Rachel frowned, "why?"

"For what you've been through"

"It wasn't your fault . . ."

"Well if it has anything to do with me he won't come anywhere near you ever again . . ."

"I hope you're right, I don't know what I'd do if he found me . . ."

"Hey, don't think like that . . ."

"It's hard . . ."

"I know . . ." Finn whispered, and moved his hand under Rachel's hair to stroke the skin on the back of her neck while she continued to play with one of the buttons on his shirt, rolling it between her thumb and index finger. It was around ten minutes later when Finn next spoke, and though he was terrified of what her answer would be to his question he knew that he needed to ask. "Rachel . . . Did he ever do more than hit you?"

Rachel tensed against her will as soon as the question had left Finn's lips, she knew what he was trying to ask without having to say the word and it made her sick. it had been hard enough telling him what she had but talking about that was something different altogether. It was seconds before she made to get up off his lap but his arm around her waist stopped her.

"Rachel please don't walk away from me, tell me to shut up and I will but please don't shut me out . . . I would never hurt you baby, you know that. I want to help you, to take care of you . . ."

Rachel stopped and wiped the back of her hand over her cheek furiously as a tear dripped down it. "I . . . I . . ."

Finn shook his head and shushed her as he pulled her close once more and held her to him, she hadn't answered his question but her reaction told him everything he needed to know and he had to use all of his power to stop himself from throwing up at the thought of her being forced into . . . That. Her fingers curled tightly around the material of his shirt as she spoke. "How could someone who could do that make that beautiful, perfect little girl up there?" As she finished speaking a sob that had been lodged in the back of her throat escaped and it was then that she was powerless to stop her cries.

"She is your baby Rachel, yours." Rachel held onto him a little more tightly as she continued to cry, now she had started she wasn't sure whether she would ever be able to stop. She cried for what had happened, for the effect it had had on Abigail, for what hadn't happened with Finn and for what had, and with the sheer terror she felt at the prospect of Brody finding her. Finn's hand held the back of her head and the other made gentle circles against her side as she sobbed. He kissed the side of her head every now and then and silently told himself that he would never let Brody Foster anywhere near Rachel again.