Full Summary:

Sarah Lyons married Jonathan McMurdo. Born into a family of fifteen, Sarah was the baby in the family. She could do no wrong until she met Jonathan. Her life turned upside down shortly after her first daughter was born. What happens when Jonathan is thrown in jail? Will her brother Michael be able to save her this time? And how do the rest of her siblings feel?

Sarah Lyons-McMurdo:

New, York:

Sarah lay in the hospital bed, remembering the last ten years of her life. She hadn't even seen what was going on until too late. Jonathan had gotten extremely abusive after the birth of their first daughter. Kiera, Jayla and Suzie were living with her siblings in Canada at the moment because, in Sarah's mind, they were safer away from her and Jonathan then with them. Besides, they liked living in Canada with the rest of the family.

My siblings had been trying to get us to move back to Canada for eight months, since I sent the kids up there. I called my daughters every night letting them know that I still loved them and that I would see them soon. My mind drifted back to when I was a child, how my best friend Jack and I were always getting into trouble. Jack's family lived on a small farm just outside of Toronto, where my siblings and I had been born. We had met when my school had a field trip out to his farm to see the dogs that they trained for people that were interested in dog sledding.

Jack and I had stopped talking after I met Jonathan. Jonathan knew that he couldn't stop me from calling my family and talking with them, but he knew that he could stop me from calling Jack. But unbeknownst to Jonathan, Jack was always at the house when I called my siblings and he and I always talked for a few minutes before Michael got back on the phone saying that they had to go to work and that the girls were okay. My heart throbbed to see my daughters, my siblings and Jack again, but if I was to see them, then that would mean that I was admitting what Jonathan had done to me.

I had called Michael two days after waking up in the hospital and asked him to come down to New York. He asked why and I told him that I needed him to help me move home. I could feel the smile on his face when he told me that he would be down the coming weekend. That meant that I wasn't getting out of the hospital until Michael came and picked me up. But I hadn't told Michael that I was even in the hospital or why I was moving home.

Michael had always been protective of me; it was his duty, as big brother of course. Jenna was second to being the baby, but had an attitude that said she was better than anyone who talked to her. Jenna was a rookie at the 15th District in Toronto. She said she could use her attitude for something good. Between Michael and Jenna were Micah, Jonah, Cora, Charlie, Carol, Kristin, Krystal, Jessica, Paige, Mikela, Jason, and Chase. There were two sets of twins in our family. We were also a cop family. Almost every one of my siblings was in law enforcement. Some were cops, some were paramedics and some were firefighters. I was the only one that wasn't in law enforcement. I had yet to figure out what I wanted to do as a career.

Jonathan had made it impossible for me to even have a job. He thought I was best at home taking care of the kids. But when I sent them to live with my family, he got worse then he had been when the kids were living with us. The night I called the cops was the night he tried to kill me. I was on the phone with the police when he walked into the house, he was pissed. I saw him come straight for me and ended up dropping the phone as I ran for my life. I had seen the gun in his hand and knew what he was planning on doing.

I never made it out of the room before he pulled the trigger and put a bullet in my shoulder. I hit the ground and lapsed unconscious before he could shoot me again. I hadn't been able to scream but that didn't matter much since the sound of the gun going off had gotten the attention of the neighbors. He wasn't able to get out of the house before the cops and medics arrived. Jonathan was arrested and I was taken to the hospital. Two days later I called Micahel.

Moving Home:

Michael called me to tell me that he was in the city and to give him the address of where I was. Instead I gave the phone to my doctor who explained that I was in the hospital and that I was in good enough shape to be discharged, that I just needed someone to pick me up. He gave Michael the address and name of the hospital then handed the phone back to me. I told Michael that I was okay and that this was the reason I wanted to move home.

Micahel was at the hospital in record time and was in my room before no long. He crossed the room in two strides and embraced me in a hug. I held on to him not wanting to let go, but knowing that in order to move on, I had to let go. I was his baby sister; there was no way he hadn't known that this was going on. When he pulled away and I saw the tear that had come loose from his eye, I knew that he had nearly had a heart attack driving over here. I told him that I wanted him to be the first to know, that we could tell the rest of the family once I was situated back home.

Michael told me that Jack was pondering him for information on me and wanted to know if he could take me out on a date when I got back home and settled. Of course, Jack was the only one who knew what I needed in any kind of time in my life. A date with Jack meant we would be going dog sledding. That was my favorite past time with Jack. If we weren't getting into trouble, we were dog sledding on the tundra just for the fun of it.

I smiled at Michael and told him I would think on it, but that I wanted to get out of the hospital and back to real life as soon as possible which meant I would be helping him with the packing. With my arm in a sling and me in a wheelchair (as was hospital policy) Michael rolled me out of the hospital after signing my discharge papers. He helped me into his truck and we headed to the house. Jonathan was in Riekers. He wouldn't be getting out any time soon. Attempted murder normally meant 10-15 years in jail (I think).

We drove to the house, backing up to the garage and with the help of my neighbors, we had the house packed up and loaded into the back of Michael's truck and my trailer that I had used to move down ten years ago. Everything of value was in the back seat of Michael's truck and we both had our passports in the middle console of the truck. I grabbed a pillow and blanket and put them up front with me before getting into the truck and letting Michael hook the trailer to the truck. I told my neighbors goodbye. We had only been renting the house and I had called the landlord and told him that I was moving out that weekend. He didn't even have to ask why. He had been to the hospital with the lease papers and said that he would find someone else to rent the house.

I thanked the landlord, told him that the months rent was in the flower pot on the fire place and then Michael and pulled out of the driveway and headed home. Michael told me that it was going to be a long ride home so I might as well get some sleep. He turned some music on and I put the pillow next the window, pulling the blanket over my body and fell asleep to the sound of the music from the radio. By the time I woke up, we had crossed the boarder of Canada and were about an hour away from home. I looked over at Michael and noticed that he seemed worried about me (probably had something to do with why I was in the hospital and Jonathan). So I asked him about it.

When I spoke up, Michael jumped cause he thought I was still asleep. He answered with a question for me. He wanted to know how long the abuse had been going on and if it was the reason I sent the girls to live with them. I answered that yes, it was the reason and that the abuse started shortly after Kiera was born. The look in his eyes told me that he was pissed at himself for not seeing it. That if he had known, he would have intervened and brought me home. I told him it was the past and that I had a new life to look forward to with the family and the girls. He understood. Besides, I wasn't in the mood to argue at the moment.

Before we went home, we stopped at the 15th to see Jenna and Michael wanted me to make a formal complaint with the courts and get the divorce papers started. When we walked into the Barn, Jenna was at a desk sitting next to McNally. She looked up and the second she saw me, she was up and hugging me. Michael hadn't told any of our siblings that I had been in the hospital so Jenna was surprised to see the sling. Her face said it all. I told her I would tell the family later, when not so many cops were around. She reminded me that the whole family was law enforcement so she better spill now. I told her that I wanted to tell the whole family together and she understood.

We left the 15th ten minutes later and headed to Michael's house. I would be staying with them in there guest house until I was able to buy my own house. I had cancelled all the bank accounts and credit cards from when I was living in New York and had all my money in an envelope in my purse. We had done all that after packing and leaving the house. In total, I had been able to save up almost $1,000,000 American dollars. When converted to Canadian dollars: $988,637.09. That would be enough to buy me a house for the girls and me to live in and have plenty of money left over.