This Moment

Chapter 5

[Author's Note]

My better half brought up a good question yesterday. What should I name Sarah's baby? Please help me think of a name?

Also, cause Im a total creeper. You can add me on Facebook if you wanna. Ali Mahaffey. Yes that is my personal page. Feel free to post on my wall or comment on all my stuff. (: Yay(:

(Unknown POV)

I wasn't sure of alot anymore. Not since she had walked out of my life. No. She didn't walk. She ran. Ran away from everything I could give her. I loved her and she threw it all away. No one rejects me. NO ONE.

I stared at my surroundings. Blech. The motel room I was hiding out in was well below my standards. Not at all what I was used to. I blame her. I let a small, grim laugh escape before pushing myself off the greasy, soiled looking chair on my room. I had work to do.

I glanced at the picture on the wall. I had taped her picture there to remind me what was at stake if I lost my head. I had to go about this the right way or we could all lose the game. I smiled and kissed the picture before pulling open the door, walking out, and slamming it shut.

(Annabeth's POV)

After three weeks of pushing off looking inside the mysterious package, I had no choice but to find out what was inside. It looked harmless enough. I unwrapped it, my heart beating faster the closer I came to opening the box. I ran my finger in between the outside of the box and the lip, pulling open the lid. As I looked at the contents of the box, vile rose in my throat, my palms started sweat, tears sprang to my eyes. I sat there, stunned. Inside the box was a stuffed animal, one long stemmed fake rose, several necklaces and rings, and a note. My hand was shaking as I pulled everything out of the box. Unfortunately, everything was there. Everything I had left behind, everything HE had given me. The last thing I reached for was the note.

Princess,

I noticed you had left some of your things. It must have been an accident. I know you would never purposely leave them behind. I hoped you liked how I surprised you. Just remember, Ill always find you. You'll always be mine. I can't wait to see you. I have a few things to take care of first, though. I'm so glad I found you. See you real soon.

"Annabeth, do you know whe-" I heard Sarah's voice behind me. When I finally turned around to face her, her usually warm eyes were riddled with fear and concern.

"Anna, what's wrong?" she asked, so gently. It was then that I crumpled to the floor, bawling. I cried for me, I cried for Sarah, I cried for my new friends. I cried knowing we would have to run, again.

Sarah quickly read the note. Without a second look she pulled out her cell phone. After two rings, they picked up.

"Yes, may I speak with Agent Barthlow, please. It is urgent." she rushed out, her jaw set firm as silent tears ran down her face.

(Mickey's POV)

Waking up everyday in this shit hole was depressing. Much less waking up to take my sorry ass to school. I hadn't been in over three weeks. The corner was alot more interesting.

I walked into the living room and noticed my mom was still on the couch. I covered her frail, little body up, trying not to notice the bottle of vodka next to her. Her drinking had gotten worse. As bad as it has ever been. I never understood, probably never will. I sighed as I headed out to the corner. Another day, another dollar.

About and hour later my first customer came up, I took her money and handed her a small baggie filled with white powder. As soon as the baggie touched her hand, her eyes turned mean. In an instant, she grabbed my wrist and flipped me onto the sidewalk. She pulled out a zip tie.

"Mikey Palmer, you are under arrest for the distribution of narcotics. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can not afford one, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them?"

Silently crussing myself, " Yes." With that she trapped my wrists in the zip tie and hauled me off the ground and pushed me into her car. As she headed towards the jail downtown, I silently said a prayer that I would get off easy.

(Annabeth's POV)

Agent Barthlow was a man in his early 30's. He had dark, chocolate colored skin, glass green eyes, and short black hair clipped close to the scalp. He was tall, and well build. He was friendly guy, but had an aura around him that almost warned you not to get on his bad side. Over the two years I had known him, I had seen him care, lovingly for my sister and I had also seen him make an intern cry.

The last three weeks he had been on another assignment, investigating a mob related killing spree in Manhattan.

I could hear my sister, trying to explain to him what happened. Her voice had a certain edge to it. You could hear the fear and panic in her voice, his voice was calm and soothing. She nodded, listening to.him. Suddenly, she shoved the phone towards me.

"Tony." I greeted him.

After explaining everything, Tony put me on hold and called some of his friends to come watch us until he was home. I gave the phone back to my sister and went and layed down.

A couple hours later, there was a knock at my door.

"Come in" I mumbled against my pillow.

"Hey, Anna." I heard the familiar voice of my best friend whisper.

Jake came and layed down beside me. Over the past three weeks Jake and I had become very close. He was always over, hanging out. Our friendship was easy. Neither of us had to try. It was as of he sensed that I was upset and didn't want to talk about it. He just wrapped his arm aground me and held me. After awhile he went downstiars to check on Sarah. When he came upstairs he had two orange sodas, a bag of popcorn and a plate of cookies. He sat the down on my bedside table, flounced over to the TV and put in a Harry Potter movie. Somehow he knew exactly what I needed. We sat there, cuddled in my room, eating and watching movies for hours. He didn't ask about tear soaked face or my puffy red eyes. He just held me and let me know he was here for me.