This Moment

Chapter Six

(Mikey's POV)

The officer pushed me down on a grimy looking bench with my hands still zip tied.

"Wait here," she growled before walking off towards a tired looking elderly man at a desk.

Looking around at nothing in particular I heard a voice behind me.

"Tony, are you sure?" said a male voice, there was a pause and then, "Do you think Annabeth will be okay till I can get off work? Or do I need to send some one now?" there came another pause, "Alright, ill send Alena over, she just came in with some drug dealer."

Was it? It couldn't be. But maybe? I wonder if Annabeth, the girl from school was who they were talking about? Well, its not like Annabeth is a common name, is it? I wonder what's wrong with her? Wait, why do I care?

"Palmer, lets go. You know the drill."

(Sarah's POV)

The look on my baby sisters face would haunt me. Just thinking about it made my eyes water.

I was in the kitchen baking a cheesecake when there was a knock at the door. I wiped my hands on the end of my apron as I rushed to open the door.

"Alena, how nice to see you." I smiled at her as I opened the door wider for her to come in.

I have always thought Alena was to beautiful to be on the force. With her bright green eyes and shoulder length strawberry blonde hair. After having her daughter she never did lose all of her baby weight. Some how it fit her though. The couple of extra pounds pooled to the right places giving her a curvy, womanly look.

As Alena stepped in she turned to me and gave me hug. I pretended not to see the pity in her eyes. I knew what was coming. I knew we would be uprooted again. Annabeth was finally starting to get over it, she even had friends. He always ruined everything. As anger boiled in my chest I tried to remind myself of the fact that Tony would catch him. God. I hope he does this time. Trying hard to calm myself, I hugged Alena back.

"When is your due date again?" Alena asked as she set down her bags.

"The day before Halloween. Just 6 more weeks." I replied, forcing myself to smile.

I walked towards the kitchen, hearing Alena soft steps behind me.

(Jake's POV)

I could tell something was seriously wrong when I arrived. Her eyes were wildly searching the room. She looked terrified and distant. I wanted to ask, but I knew better. Annabeth wasn't the type to just open up. I had layer down beside her and just held. I was a little surprised she let me, but I knew it was what she needed.  After a while I went and grabbed snacks from down stairs, put in a movie and went back to holding her.

Sometime during the second movie Annabeth fell asleep. She was curled in a ball with her head on my chest. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. I leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead before covering us up. She looked so peaceful when she slept, so ungaurded. I leaned my cheek against her head and let out a quiet sigh as I closed my eyes and joined her in the dream realm.

(Annabeth's POV, Flashback 2 years ago.)

I was afraid to tell him. He would be so mad, that I was so careless. I shudder at the thought of the last time I told him bad news. The cut above my eye was just beguining to scar and was a reminder of how quickly his attitude towards me could change.

"Trevor," I started to say, when he looked at me, my voice caught, but I forced myself to continue, "Trevor, I'm pregnant."

Within an instant he was in front of me, I could hear his quicker heart beat and see the anger that flashed behind his dark eyes.

"Your what?" He demanded.

"Pregnant." I replied flatly.

He was going off. Telling me I was stupid, that I was a whore. He was saying horrible things. Even laughing saying the baby wasn't his. It wasn't until he said "You will take care of it. I don't want your snot nosed little brats." That I lifted my gaze from the floor.

"I will not. You don't want this baby? Then fine. Ill raise it on my own. Fuck you Trevor." I snapped without thinking.

Before I could take the words, the back of his hand crashed in to the side of my face, sending me flying across the room into the entertainment center. I pulled myself up as quick as I could and tried to ran. I was almost to the door before He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back to him. My hair was knocked around his fist as he slammed my frail body repeatedly against the wall. My hands instantly covered my stomach from the impact.

"How cute." He sneered in my ear. I tried to fight him off. I kicked and bucked, trying to save my baby. He slammed my face against the wall. I could feel the thick, liquidy blood trickling down my face as he repeatedly smashed my face into the wall. I cried out from the pain. Begged him to stop. I cried for our baby. He pulled my hair, tight pulling my head back so my ear was by his mouth.

"Its not our baby. It's nothing." he whispered harshly in my ear. I jerked away from him and drove my fist into his face, smashing his nose and knocking him back.

"You little bitch" he screamed as he lunched for me knocking us back. We fell threw the glass coffee table. The broken glass slicing open my back and neck. My back was on fire, it felt like a thousand needles, the more I struggled to get away the farther the cut into my skin. I bucked against him. Pulling his hair and punching him as I desperatly tried to get away. Out of no where his fist connected with my eye. I felt my vision go black for a second. Another blow to the face. Then the weight was moved off my body as he pushed himself up. Confusion flashed through my mind just before he aimed a fatal blow to my abdomen. He kicked me repetitively. Again. and again I felt his kicked all over me body. My body was protesting in pain. I heard my ribs crack, the sound echoing in my ears. He struddled me, aim blow after blow to my face. Finally, the pain became to much and my world went black.

Was I dead? Had Trevor finally killed me? I didn't feel dead. Come to think of it I didn't feel anything. Everything was black and cold. This isn't what I expected of death. I guess heaven isn't what I thought. Just then I could hear crying way far off in the distance. I wonder who that was. I thought people didn't cry in heaven. Wait. Maybe this isn't heaven. I tried to open my eyes. They were heavy but I kept pushing.

Finally after what felt like forever I opened my eyes. I couldn't see the actually color of the room. Everything was dim. In the corner I could see my sister crying in her hands. It was then I noticed how sore my entire body was. I tried to sit up and felt a pang of red hot pain. I winced and Sarah looked up. She rushed over to the my side.

" Your awake," her voice sounded dry and ruff, like she had been crying for awhile.

(Author's Note)

Alrighty. Sorry to spring that on you, and sorry for the small cliff hanger. Ill explain more of Annabeth's secrets in the next chapter. (: