He had grabbed her and pushed her inside the cottage, bolting the door noisily behind them. He had ripped off her blouse and they had wild sex on the living room floor.

You see, Beth was a typical mother. She was truly ruthless when it came to Jo's boyfriends. She kept close tabs on them. All of them, except Dean had been totally faithful to her precious Jo. She didn't like it when boys used her daughter for sex.

She stalked all of her daughter's boyfriends. Taking pictures, keeping evidence. All of the rest of Jo's boyfriends had come out clean. And Beth let them be, until Jo grew weary of them and dumped them.

Dean was a different kettle of fish altogether. Beth had caught him kissing another girl passionately. She took a picture, wrote the date and slipped it back into Dean's 'File'.

She had called Dean up, pretending to be her daughter and invited him over. When Dean had got there, Beth let him in and told Dean that Jo wouldn't be back for the weekend, she was away with some friend to see a concert.

Dean had been so sweet, asking her why she had pretended to be Jo, telling her that his heart belonged to her daughter.

So he was more than a little bit upset when she presented him with his 'File'. He slapped her hard across the face and she had fell to the floor. She licked the blood that trickled down her lip and told him that he had until the next night to decide how much he really loved Jo and that she wanted the ultimate payment for keeping her silence.

Beth was good at doing things like that. Her husband had called her a manipulative bitch when she provoked him into hitting her. He had known that she was after a divorce, the cottage and his daughter. So when she started an argument and provoked him once again into hitting her, he hadn't noticed little Jo was standing right behind her. Beth had. In fact she had planned it all the way. She dodged out of the way of his fist just in time. They had smacked right into his daughter instead. Beth had been armed with the camera and took the picture that cost him the rightful custody of his daughter.

After that, life had been a good to Beth. She poisoned her daughters mind into believing that her dad had hit her on a regular basis, enough so that she refused to go anywhere near him, even after he got out of prison.

Now her life wasn't going to be easy. She had no one, no friends and a daughter that was on her way to Manchester. She had no one to play any mind games on.

Beth smiled and closed her eyes, remembering her wild night of passion with Dean again. Just then, the phone rang and it startled her. She grabbed the phone off of the receiver, cursing whoever it was for interrupting her pleasant daydream.

'Hello?' Beth sighed into the receiver.

'HOW COULD YOU MUM, HOW COULD YOU!' Jo screamed.

She knew that bastard!

'How could I what Jo?' Beth tried to sound startled.

'DON'T LIE TO ME! Dean just phoned me on my mobile and came clean.'

'Oh Jo honey, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself. He practically forced himself on me, saying he loved me and he was only still with you so that he could see me.' Beth pretended to sob.

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