Okay...I'm giving a shot at just writing down whatever comes to me...so in short, I'm winging it right now. No planned writing, no rough draft. Whatever comes out of my hands is what you fantastic readers get...I hope I don't disappoint. I think that I'm going to introduce a new character...and maybe a few others too. Yup...I am. Also THANK YOU SO MUCH to my two wonderful reviewers on this story, Crystal Bud and Aangandkatarafan. I am so thankful that you two decided to review. I really appreciate it. If anyone has any criticism, be free to let me know. After all, I AM writing to improve. How can I do that if no one reviews? Okay...enough rambling. On with the story...'sides who knows? I might let her free in this one.

Disclaimer: I, turtleformer66, do not own the TMNT, nor anything associated with them. But, uh...I can dream...I have a LOT of dreaming to do...

Pollena's POV

Lately I have been slacking. I haven't been doing my homework and my friends are worried about my health. But how am I to go on with life, if the person I was closest to is missing? It doesn't help anything that I suspect that the father is the source. I am determined to find her. I, Pollena Sulk, WILL find my best friend, Shiela Angel Love. Make no mistake about it.

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Shiela's POV

I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing that my stomach would stop gurgling. I sighed and buried my head into the mattress, trying to ignore the rank odor my body was giving off. My heart sped as I heard the door screech open and saw my father standing at the entrance with a plate of food. He slowly walked over to the bed and set the food on the small dresser that he placed there last week for some unknown reason.

"I brought food...for both of us. Don't worry...you'll get all of it, I assure you," he said with evil menace. After he opened the drawer and got a spoon out of it, he picked up the plate to which I noticed had a bowl of soup on it.

"Fuck you," I spat. I wiggled and tried to move. He laughed and leaned down, probably to whisper something...bad mistake. As soon as he got close enough, I roughly bobbed my head making contact with his chin, hearing a satisfying crack. I smiled.

"You Bitch!" He grabbed my hair and pulled, making me yelp with pain. "You'll pay for that, you ungrateful wench. I COULD have you on the floor instead of a bed, you know. Hey...that gives me an idea." I grimaced at what I thought he was thinking. I was pretty sure it wouldn't benefit me in anyway. Or so I thought.

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Third Person POV

Leonardo once again found himself awake with sweat drenching his sheets. He rubbed his eyes and then tried to rub his chest, to remove the tightness that had formed there. He got to thinking that maybe it wasn't what April said. His dream kept occurring. And he hated it. Hated that he couldn't do anything while she was ripped from his arms.

If that wasn't bad enough, the sight of the dream girl always, ALWAYS gave him a bulge under his shell. He sighed and got up. He looked at his alarm clock to the left of his bed. 4:30 am. Great, he thought. Shuddering, his hand found it's way to the uncomfortable bulge, rubbing it absent mindedly. Making up his mind, he went into the bathroom to take a very, very cold shower.

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Shiela's POV

Gah! This hurts so fucking much, I thought as the bed creaked and my father's hips met mine. I tried moving, tried kicking him, but he pinned me down with his own weight. I felt his body tense up and I tried to get him out of me. I hated the feeling of him cumming into me, feeling it dribble outside of me. But, I was weak. I felt like a former shell of myself.

He came...I fought...he went away, taking the food with him. I have been without food for, what feels like, months now. I just want something. Even a crumb would satisfy me...take that back. Only a huge freaking FEAST would abate my hunger. If I ever get out of here, the first place I'm goin' to is McDonalds, I promised myself. MMMMMM...McDonalds.

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Pollena's POV

I made my way down the familiar street, and stopped at the oh so familiar house. I knocked and waited for someone to answer, hopeing it wasn't him. Luck wasn't on my side today.

"Pollena!" he said with, what I thought, fake enthusiasm. "Welcome." I ruefully smiled.

"Thank you sir. It's nice to see you, as always." As soon as he turned around, I frowned at the fake smile he had given me. I had my suspicions about the old man, though sometimes I doubt them. But something always comes up, something fishy and it puts it back. I hated it. His wife came to the door, a relieved smile on her face. I loved seeing her.

"Pollena, dear! What brings you here?" I took note of her red eyes and puffy nose.

"I just wanted to come by and see how you were fairing. How far along are the police?" I slightly looked at the man while I said this.

"They haven't gotten much. Only a few leads. But we'll find her soon. I just know it." Her eyes glazed over and she stared out into space. Coming back to her senses, she gave a shaky laugh. "Why don't you come in dear? It's freezing, love."

"I'd love to Mrs. Love. It is a bit chilly today." I walked in and sat on their couch.

"John, dear, would you be so kind as to bring us some hot chocolate?" I smiled at her, and thanked her quietly. She knew that was my favorite drink.

"Of course." He went into the kitchen and I relaxed.

"Does your father know your here?" Mrs. Love asked me.

"Yes ma'am. I asked before I left." AAAhhhh, the perks of living in New York. You could lie and it would slip away unnoticed. Thankfully dad had went out drinking tonight at a buddies house.

"Wonderful. How's school doing?"

"Not so hot. My grades have been slipping. I am just so worried, I can't focus."

"I know what you mean. I miss her so much." I smiled. I averted her gaze, trying to keep the tears in. If I started to cry, she would cry. I looked out the window to the hazy sky and looked to the roof tops. "Please let her be found soon. Please." I shook my head and re situated myself. Mr. Love walked back in and handed me my cup, his hand slightly grazing mine. I smiled but I think it looked like a grimace. "Thank you, sir."

"You're very welcome, Pollena." He smiled and I shuddered. Mrs. Love scooted next to me so he could sit down. Handing the other cup of hot chocolate to Mrs. Love he said, "How's your grades?"

"We actually were just talking about that. Not so good. They're slipping."

"You need to fix that then," he said with a glare. "Just because a friend is missing does not mean you can slack."

"Jonathan Buck Love! That was rude and uncalled for!" Mrs. Love got onto him. "I'm sorry dear. I guess we're all stressed, aren't we?" I sat there blinking slowly.

"Ummmm. I have to go. I'm sorry. Good Bye Mrs. Love." I got up and set the unfinished cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table. I gave her a hug and hurried out the door. I ran and ran, brushing past people, and stumbling over my own two feet. Tears pricked at my eyes. It does mean something, my mind shouted. I am worried to death about her! What if we never find her? Or what if we don't find her in time?

These thoughts swarmed in my mind and I quickly turned into an alleyway. I had no idea where I was or what I was doing there. I walked to the end of the alley and sat down at the wall. I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapped my arms around them, and set my head on top. I breathed in slowly. In, out, in, out. I repeated this in my mind. After a while my mind said, "Screw this." I let out one sob after another. I cried for my friend. I cried for my sister.

Alrighty folks. Sorry doesn't even cover it. I feel horrible. I just suffered the Writers Block...O_O IT WAS HORRIBLE! I am back now. This story will never be abandoned!