Disclaimer: not mine

Summary: Charity runs into Kay.literally

Note: Kay's baby has died; this is about a month after her premature labor

It's all your fault, Charity! You've killed my baby and you've ruined my life! I have nothing left.You've won! Have Miguel, I know he doesn't love me, he has never loved me or my baby. All during my pregnancy and labor, he left me to run back to be with you. I have nothing, so I'm leaving Harmony for good, nobody wants me here anyway. Tabitha is dead because of complications with her pregnancy, she was the only one who understood me. Mom of course ran off with David and John, god knows where they've been for the pat month, Dad is with that bitch Ivy, and Ethan and Gwen are in L.A. They were smart, they fled Harmony to start a new life just like I should. My own sister hates me and Noah.Noah doesn't even know anything about this, I refuse to impose on his valuable college work. So I'm off on my own. I'm leaving Harmony and I refuse to ever come back!

Kay spun around in a fury. She grabbed her bags and she sped for her car.

Charity stood on the porch of what used to be the warm Bennett household which was now empty and cold with harsh memories. Charity new that Kay hated her, but she never really understood why. Now she knew that Kay didn't just hate her because of Miguel. Kay despised her because Charity had gotten all the love that Kay should have had from her family. And the funny thing was that Kay was right. Charity was loved and favored more than Kay.

Charity watched as Kay's car spun off around the corner of the street and disappeared into the night. Charity hugged herself as a single tear dripped off her cheek. She slowly walked back into the dank house to recover from the shock.

"Kay, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean for this to happen this way. I'm sorry that I made your life so difficult to live. Like I really wanted my mother to die.like I hoped for your baby to die." Charity sighed and she slumped on the couch and she sobbed into the nearest pillow.

After Charity's moment of guilt and sadness, she picked up the phone and dialed up the Lopez-fitzgerald home.

"Hello? Pilar? May I please speak to Miguel, please? Oh.Okay. Well if you see him, tell him that I'm coming over right away, it's an emergency. Thank you."

Charity dropped the phone and sprinted for the car keys. She and Miguel needed to talk.