*Tom*
"Just stop here". I tell the driver as we approach the end of the driveway. I do not want to alert any wrongdoers of my arrival.

"Okay". He looks slightly confused, but pulls the car into the curb. "Are you sure you don't want me to drive you to the door ... I mean being tired and all".

I give him a friendly smile as I open the door. "Nah, I want it to be a surprise ... she isn't expecting me home today".

"Ahh". He says with a knowing grin. "Want to check if she is being naughty are we ?"

It takes me a minute to figure out what he means. "Uhm no, I trust her completely. I just want to surprise her".

"Sure". He grins stupidly and part of me wants to knock out his croocked teeth, but I contain myself.

"Goodnight". I have slammed the door before I have even finished uttering the word, not waiting for a response.

As the car drives off I start my hike down the driveway. I would have loved it if he could have taken me halfway there, as the driveway is almost half a mile long, but there is no room for turning around before reaching the house. I am low key cursing myself for wanting privacy right now.

I see no need to sneak the first part of the way, so I go into a slow jog. Part of me would love to sprint, but I need to contain some energy in case I am right. And also my throat still hurts a bit when I breathe faster.

The fear and nervous energy is rolling through me in waves, flooding my mind with thoughts, scenarios and visions of what I might find when I arrive.

"It might be nothing Tom, you might be mistaken". I mumble, trying to keep my heartrate down to where it is not risikoen to burst an artery or something.

About halfway to the house I spot a car parked in the middle of the driveway. No one with good intentions would park here. I need no other proof so I instantly pull my attacker's phone from my pocket. Luckily I do not need to unlock it to call the police.

I tell them that someone broke into my House where my pregnant girlfriend and young handicapped son is alone and unprotected. I hate referring to Will as handicapped, but I also want to spur the police on to move as fast as possible. I also tell them to watch out for the car parked in the middle of the driveway and to not put on their sirens as I am assuming the attacker is dangerous and might snap if he hears them.

After ending the callI up my tempo slightly, I need to get there fast. Would he hurt Willa ? I don't Think he would, not seriously, I mean it would be counterproductive if he wants to be with her, but I guess it depends on how warped his mind is.

But Will and the babies ... I fear they play no real part in his plans for the future, that they might be dispensable. No, I don't even want to think that thought.

"Please let them all be okay". I beg for about a millionth time since I left Australia.

When the house comes into view I slow down, trying to gain an overview. But as it is day, so no light is on, it is hard to know where they are.

Then I spot a large man on the back porch, it seems like he is taking a smoking break. A break from what ? My brain screams, but I ignore it.

I decide that sneaking up on him and taking him out as silently as possible is my best option. I would love to question him, like how many people there are and where in the house they are, but it is too risky, if he yells out and reveals me, it might doom my family.

So as fast as I can, without making noise, I look for a weapon, something silent but hard enough to knock him out with a single blow.

*Willa*
"If you know how long I have wanted you". Dan says as he pulls me into the bedroom. "Finally I will have you".

I shake my head. "You can force yourself on my body, but you will never have me".

"I promise you when you realise how much pleasure I can give you, you will want more". He smirks.

"You are not getting it are you". I feel like rolling my eyes. "I love Tom, I do not love you, I will never love you and I will hate every second of you touching me".

He growls and throws me on the bed. "You should be grateful ... I should be praised for still wanting you now, pregnant with someone else's bastards. But hey I am a good guy, I can't give you kids so I will let you keep them".

I can't help it, I actually laugh. I think it is a mix of the stress, the fear and the complete craziness of his words. "Do you really believe that ?"

"It's your own fault if I have to be not nice". He says, pulling his shirt off. "I want to be nice, if you are just nice to me we have no problem".

I shake my head, climbing further up on the bed, trying to get away from him. "Dan, please don't".

He lounges forward, grabbing my legs and pulling me down on my back. I try to kick at him.

"Do not do that". He hisses. "I could tie you up, but I prefer not to. You should just keep in mind that if you kick, hit, bite or anything else I don't like I can't promise I will keep being nice, especially not to your kids".

And with that he grabs my leggings and pulls them off me.