Demons

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A/N- The adoption announcement wording actually exists. I found it on a website. This is based off a conversation I had with Rachel tonight on demons, things you don't want people to EVER know about. Thanks to her for allowing me to bounce ideas around! Yes, I'm experimenting with a new pairing! It's a Carlito/Trish!

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"Trisha?" His deep voice echoed through the old house. "Where are you?" Carlos Colon stood up, preparing to search for his new wife. Where could she be?

"In here!" she exclaimed, glancing down from the attic. "I thought those old boxes could work up here. Bring them up!" Cursing softly in Spanish, he moved the boxes into the attic.

The attic was clean, surprisingly. Carlos was shocked. Most attics were filthy, covered in years of dust and grime.

"Can you help me find our wedding album?" she asked, sitting down. "I want it where I can find it!" Carlos rolled his eyes, ripping the box open.

Lying on the top of the box was a bundle of letters, tied with a silky black ribbon. Carlos was intrigued. What were they? Why had he never seen them before?

Untying the ribbon, he opened the first letter. He knew he was invading his wife's privacy and yet, he had to find out.

Dear Trish,

Carys said her first word this morning. It was Mama. Diane couldn't stop grinning. It made her so happy!

At her last doctor's appointment, Carys weighed a healthy twenty pounds! Can you believe she used to be our four-pound Monkey?

Last week, she went on her first plane ride to visit Great-Gramma Ruth. You don't know how happy my grandmother was to see her! Carys couldn't stop smiling.

Once again, Diane and I cannot thank you enough for your gift. Carys is the light of our life. We honestly cannot imagine our lives without her. She makes us whole.

Thank you,

Jack

Jack? Who was Jack? What about Carys or Diane? Was Trish hiding something from him? Would she do that?

"What's that?" she asked, pulling her hair into a long ponytail.

"I'm not sure," he admitted, pulling up a piece of pink cardboard.

BIG SISTER TEGAN IS PROUD TO ANNOUNCE

THE ADOPTION OF HER NEW LITTLE SISTER

CARYS ANGEL

BORN ON JUNE 17TH, 2004

AND

WELCOMED HOME ON JUNE 30TH, 2004

PROUD PARENTS: JACK AND DIANE FISHER

"Honey?" Carlos asked. Trish stifled a yawn. "Who are Jack and Diane Fisher?"

"Friends of the family," she muttered. Carlos glanced up. She was acting very odd. What was it? Was she hiding something from him?

"Tell me the truth," he murmured, finding a picture folded in half. Taking a deep breath, he unfolded it.

It was a picture of Trish, taken in a hospital bed. She held a baby. Behind her, a woman stood, holding a pink blanket. A date stamp in the corner read 6/17/04.

Carlos was beyond confused. Did his wife have a daughter? Why hadn't she told him? Who was the father? Why were there so many unanswered questions?

"My daughter, or should I say was my daughter," Trish muttered, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Carlos gently wrapped his arms around her. "I was raped, got pregnant and put her up for adoption,"

"Who was he?" Carlos asked, struggling to keep calm. He loved Trish and nothing would change that. Yet, he couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't told him. He wouldn't have loved her any less.

"It was," she stammered, shaking violently. "It was Tomko,"

"He's not in jail," Carlos murmured. Trish sighed.

"I don't expect him to. He was acquitted due to lack of evidence. Apparently, my testimony and DNA evidence wasn't enough because he had found three people to say I was drunk that night," she murmured. "I couldn't live with a reminder and yet, I couldn't kill her. I gave her to a wonderful couple with a little girl, a dog and a white picket fence,"

Carlos closed his eyes, struggling to keep his emotions under control. He couldn't believe what he was being told. He loved his wife. He couldn't imagine anyone hurting her.

"I'll be back," he muttered, shoving on his black leather jacket and black leather gloves. "I need to clear my mind,"

Carlos drove mindlessly, unaware of time, place or situation. He had to clear his mind. He wanted so badly to hurt the man who had hurt his wife.

What could he do? He had never seen Trish look like that, so hollow. He had to help her.

He knew what he had to do.

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