Little Girl Lost

Approximately November 2010

Chapter One

"I'm sorry Kiefer I wasn't flirting with him. We were just talking."

"You were laughing, batting your eyelashes with your hands all over him." He said gripping her wrist. Kristina held in her tears trying to block out the pain.

"He's a friend, he told a joke, and I didn't bat my…" He released her wrist and backhanded her causing her to stumble.

"You're just like everyone else you say you love me but I should have known better. I love you Kay." They were on the pier, barely hidden by the shadows and she really hoped he would calm down and listen to reason but by the smell of alcohol on his breath she doubted he would be rational tonight.

"You promised. You said you wouldn't hurt me anymore. You promised." She knew she sounded like a whiny child but it always hurt not just physically.

Kiefer was all she had He was a college guy who had his choice of girls but he had never turned his back on her. She turned to walk away only to be pulled back by Kiefer the force of his tug caused her stumble and fall awkwardly into a crate. Her shoulder ached.

"I'm sorry Kay, you just make me so crazy." He still hadn't reached to help her up she moved to stand only to feel a wave a pain shoot through her side.

"Ahh…" Kiefer look down and saw he blue blouse darkening with blood.

But the sound of foot steps triggered his flight instincts and he ran. This wasn't something that could be easily covered up; Kiefer was so angry with Kay for making him hit her. There was no way they could explain away the blood and bruises not when he'd been drinking.

Kristina had seen Kiefer's panicked expression but she didn't expect him to run. Wincing she tried to crawl toward her purse to get her cell phone.

"Hello anyone there." She recognized the Australian accent and called out hoping to catch his attention.

"Ethan…"

Ethan moved toward the sound of his name.

"Help…"

"Kristina"

"I feel something lodged into my side."

"How did you fall?" He asked pulling out his cell phone, after speaking with the operator, they waited for the ambulance.

"My heel got stuck, and I sort of tripped over the crate" It was a good lie but after more than a year of practice that was to be expected.

Ethan rode with her to Mercy hospital. She told him that she wasn't supposed to be out tonight and it was probably not more than a scratch. He looked skeptical but it kept him from calling her mother.

After being examined and stitched up, Dr. Graham asked her about the bruises causing her to lie. She lied about everything and it wasn't until he mentioned that her baby was fine did she start to cry. She hadn't realized that she was pregnant. Her and Kiefer had always been careful, she'd only forgotten to take the pill a few times. How could she have been so stupid? Her mom would be disappointed with her for not being the perfect innocent little girl they expected her to be. Kristina told herself over and over again that she could do this. She had to be responsible, to be a grown up.

Kristina would be staying overnight for observation and her mom had to be called in. Dr. Graham swore he wouldn't tell about the baby,saying that she should do it. She was seventeen years old and her birthday was only two weeks away. She'd be an adult but what difference would it make. She couldn't get an abortion and with what happened to Sam adoption wasn't an option. Neither was raising a child with Kiefer. She'd seen her face, arms, stomach, and thighs covered with bruises. Kiefer had gotten worst during his last semester of high school, but after he graduated he was like the boy she'd met. They met up every other weekend and talked constantly over the phone. Long distance communication healed their relationship, or so she thought.

She'd been at Kelly's getting a coffee when she ran into Ethan; they barely talked for three minutes before she left. Outside of Kelly's she'd ran into Kiefer and he dragged her to the pier. His jealousy was so off putting. She hated her life. Her family was so messed up and dysfunctional. What to do about Kiefer?

Kiefer had always been there for her. He was real. She knew exactly where she stood with him. She just didn't always know why. When he was angry he held her too tight adding bruises or worst he pushed her away ignoring her making her feel alone and unwanted. She was so angry at herself for letting him hurt her. She knew that he had no right to hit her but it hardly ever happened. She knew that when he gripped her wrist causing tears to form in her eyes that he was just afraid of loosing her and that he didn't know his strength.

She was his Kay. He loved her. He understood that being perfect was hard. He only wanted what was best for her. Kristina knew that she couldn't leave him or turn away from him because without Kiefer who would she be? The daughter of a mob boss and his lawyer.

Alexis Davis, attorney at law, would never be mother of the year. She had three children all with different daddies and only one of her baby daddies ever made it to husband status. She had poor taste in men which obviously rubbed off on her daughter. Samantha, Kristina's older sister, was born when Alexis was sixteen and was then given up for adoption. Not being raised a Davis didn't help Sam though, she was now head over heels in love with the mob boss's enforcer, Jason Morgan. Molly was the youngest and at 12 she wasn't yet going off the deep end into a sea of bad men but Kristina had managed to strike out her first time at bat. No, Kiefer didn't kill people, but he was not the guy everyone thought he was.

Michael "Sonny" Corinthos Jr. wasn't a father just a territorial mob boss at least when it came to his sons. Morgan his only biological child besides Kristina may not see his dad often, but at least he was welcome in Sonny's home. Kristina on the other hand wasn't allowed to visit her dad. She would love to push the rubble that remained of their relationship off on Alexis but Sonny Corinthos own Port Charles, he could have seen his daughter if he'd really wanted to.

Then there is Michael, Kristina's brain damaged brother via adoption, they had been close once Michael and Kristina. Back when her dad had actually put forth an effort to be in her life. Then Michael got shot, a ricochet bullet meant for Sonny. His death would have been asking for too much, instead he went into a coma for a year. During that year, Kristina saw her dad all of once, if that. But Michael, dad visited him, sat by his beside, and talked to him, Michael lying still in coma got so much of dad's time. It pains Kristina to feel such loathing toward her very own brother especially after all he'd been through but how could she not.

With all Kristina's fears of abandonment, failure, and disappointing others; how could she not be a victim? How was she supposed to raise a child on her own? What would she do without Kiefer? She didn't know the answer but before she drifted off to sleep, she decided to not tell Kiefer about the baby. He was only here for two more days and then she'd break up with him. She had to be strong, she may be a battered woman but she didn't want an abused child. Her baby would grow up happy, healthy, and loved.

XX – I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. I went back and tried to edit. I'm not great with grammar so I may have missing and/or misplaced commas and semi colons. Any and All feedback is welcome. - Jaz