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Author's note: Some major tragic things will happen, starting with this chapter. And, the verdict is in: Jeff Hardy wins! He'll start appearing in the next chapter.

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Three weeks later...

Detroit, Michigan...

"You're gonna pay for this, bitch! You're not having those babies, Melissa! I'll kill you for this!" Robert screamed.

"Leave me alone, Daddy!" she shrieked as she took off running.

"Come back here, you stupid little bitch! I'm not done with your ass!"

She never stopped running, even with the condition she's in. She was not gonna let her father win this time. All the years of the abuse, the torment, the agony, the pain, the suffering and the heartache weighed heavily in her mind. She just wanted to get away from it all and start over.

Just when she was on her way to freedom, Robert tackled her down to the ground. She screamed again when he began striking her with his fist; bruising her face and punching her eyes out. Melissa lost her chance to fight when he reached inside his pocket and pulled out his butcher knife. She screamed out in horror when he plunged the shiny piece of metal right in her swollen belly...

"NO!" she yelped as she sat up on the bed, sweating. She looked around the room and saw Nathan and Melina sleeping peacefully across from her. She drew her knees up to her chest and sobbed hysterically as the memory of her nightmare plagued in her mind. What made it even worse was the fact that it felt so real. Over and over again, she pictured him stabbing her with the butcher knife in her stomach, killing her babies and showing no remorse. And when he got done, he slowly and carefully slid the knife right across her throat, causing her to choke on her own blood.

I can't keep doing this to myself. I can't keep living this way. I don't know what to do with myself. Can I love my children? Can God forgive me for allowing my father to take advantage of me? Can my mother forgive me for not getting away? Should I trust my friends? Should I trust anyone? Melissa thought as she laid back down on the bed, holding her pillow tight and sobbing again. She knew going back to sleep was way out of the question.

She couldn't have another nightmare.

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Atlanta, Georgia...

County jail...

"I don't care what you do! You make sure my bitch of a daughter doesn't have the babies!" Robert screamed into the phone.

"Look, man, calm down. I don't know how we're gonna do this, anyway," Michael huffed.

"Simple. Just kidnap her and take care of my problem, that's all. And make sure you're not seen, either. The last thing I need right now is some more cops busting my ass."

"Look, I'm beginning to have second thoughts on this. I mean, we're talking about your 18-year-old daughter; who's beautiful and so full of life. If you didn't want her, why didn't you give her up for adoption in the first place?"

Robert laughed bitterly. "Her mother. My wife. My Adrienne. She's the only reason why I had to tolerate Melissa in the first place. When she died, I thought about giving her away, but I decided to make her pay. I got my revenge by beating the crap out of her and having my way with her."

Michael scoffed on the other line. "Man, how can you sleep at night, knowing what you did to your child?"

"Hey, don't you worry about how I sleep at night. Just do your job. And don't call me back until I hear some good news, all right?" with that, he slammed the phone down.

Robert frowned as he leaned back against the wall. This is too much. His lawyer was supposed to be here to bail him out again, thanks to someone at the bank who ratted him out when he tried to take some money, but he had to cancel at the last minute. Then, Michael was starting to question whether or not he should go through with it. He better get the job done, if he wanted to get paid.

That little bitch won't know what's gonna hit her, he thought with a mischievous smile on his handsome face.

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Royal police station...

"Cap, we're looking at a sick freak here," Michael said as he walked into Monroe's office.

"Tell me about it, man. So when you do have to go and get the job done, huh?" James asked sullenly.

Michael sat down on the chair. "As soon as I find her, which shouldn't take too long. And I'm not supposed to call him back until I get the job done, you know?"

James nodded his head slowly. "You do know when you get there you're gonna have to warn her about your 'plans'.

"Cap, I'm a cop. It's my job to warn people they're in danger."

"I know. So, you might as well go home and pack your things. I think you need to tell Amber where you're going."

Michael stood up. "She knows what I'm doing, Cap. She supports me. I just need to be careful, that's all."

James nodded his head. "All right, now. I can't afford to lose one of my best detectives. You're like a son to me, Mike. Just be careful and keep me updated."

Michael smiled. "Will do, Cap."

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The next day...

"Couldn't sleep last night, babe?" Nathan asked over breakfast.

Melissa just shrugged. "I had a terrible nightmare."

"About what? Or should I say who?" Melina asked softly.

"My father. I dreamed he killed my babies. No came to help me. Not you two, not Amy and Hunter, not John and Dawn, not Dave and Lisa, not Trish and Andrew. Not even my dead mother came to help me. I never felt so alone and scared in my life. And what made it worse is it felt so real. I don't know what to do with myself anymore." she started sobbing.

"Honey, it's all right. It's just a nightmare. Your father can't find you, okay? He's in jail, remember?" Melina said as she laid her hand over hers gently.

"I doubt that, guys. My father has so many connections. Remember, he used to be a cop. I won't be surprised if he hired someone to take me and the babies out," Melissa said. Little did she know that Robert actually hired someone to kill her babies.

Nathan reached over and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry, darling. We'll do whatever it takes to make sure you're safe."

Melina smiled. "My husband's right. You're safe with us."

Melissa decided to let the matter drop for now. "Thank you both so much. For everything."

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Later in the day...

"Melissa needs a man," Amy announced over coffee.

Trish snorted. "How you'd figure that?"

Amy rolled her eyes. "Would you look at her? She's beautiful. She could have any man she wants."

"You're right, Ames. But, does she really want a man in her life right now? Especially in the condition she's in? And with her father trying make sure she doesn't have the twins, don't you think finding her man is a little too complicated right now?" Dawn asked softly.

"I know, girls. I know. But, come on, she needs someone to talk to besides us. Maybe that will keep her busy with so much going on right now. All Melissa wants is to be loved and held," Amy explained.

"I agree with Ames," Melina jumped in. "I mean, don't get me wrong, Nate and I love her very much but we need to be alone at times. It's about time for her to start living again. A man in her life would be the first step."

"For her to heal?" Trish finished.

Melina smiled. "Yes. She needs to heal. She has the right to heal. She deserves better."

"I agree with Mel. So, what do you say? Shall we find her a man?" Amy asked, raising her cup up in the air.

The other ladies clinked the cups with her in agreement. They just continued talking until Nathan barged in, apparently out of breath.

"What's going on?" Melina asked out of the blue.

"We need to go to the hospital right now! There's been an accident!" Nathan screeched.

"What accident?" Amy asked. She was starting to panic.

Tears started falling from his brown eyes. "Melissa was brutally ran over by a car. She lost both of her babies. She miscarried."

I told you some tragic things was gonna happen. Stay tuned in the next chapter because Jeff Hardy will finally come into the picture!

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