"What are you doing here?"

My grandparents had come home, and they were understandably surprised to see two complete strangers standing in their kitchen, and their granddaughter who was home two hours early.

"Grandpa,"I said,"these are two of the FBI agents who saved me."

My grandmother's expression softened.

"You're the people who saved her?"she asked quietly.

"Yes ma'am,"Morgan said," our team found her."

"Oh, thank you,"she said,"we owe you ou lives."

"Carol,"my grandfather interrupted,"let's not forget that they pulled our granddaughter out of school early, broke into our house, and we still don't know why they're here now."

"Sir we are here because we believe that Abigail is in serious danger,"Morgan said,"someone planned to abduct her today."

"You're kidding me, right? I agree to invite one person into my home, and then I end up with three."

I couldn't believe my ears. He just heard that someone wanted to kidnap me, and his main concern was that there would be more people in the house.

"Well I'm sorry, for getting myself abducted in the first place. I'm sorry for believing that I was safe. I'm sorry for trusting my own mother. Most of all I'm sorry for what ever it is I did that caused you to hate me. I just want to know one thing. What did I do to you?"

"You look like your mother,"he said,"your hair's a different color, but you're the same either way. Now I have to live with the constant reminder that my son is dead."

He turned around, and headed for the door.

"Charles, wait,"my grandmother begged.

I turned around, and stormed up the stairs to my room. I didn't care if I was being rude. I had to get away from there. I sat down on the bed, and looked into the mirror. I had done so many times in the hospital. I looked like my mother. That fact usedto make me happy. Now I just hated what I saw.

A small knock came on the door.

"Abigail,"came the voice of agent Prentiss,"can I come in?"

"Yeah, come on in,"I said.

She came in, and sat next to me on the bed.

"If anyone has a right to be mad, it's you,"she said,"but I think this has been bothering you since before he brought it up."

"If I look like her is it possible for me to become like her?"

"You don't look exactly like her. Look at your eyes. Her's are brown, but yours are green, like your father."

"Why did my mom do any of this?"

Emily sighed,"normally I would sugar coat this answer, but you need to hear the truth. Your mother was abused when she was a child. When you were born she was able to set aside her fear to take care of you, but that car accident from last year was her trigger she had to end her whole family."

I remembered that accident. It was last year. My mom was pregnant, and someone hit her from the side. They had to sacrifice the baby to save her.

"That accident caused her to kill my father? What's going to happen when she finds me?"

Morgan's pov

Morgan was sitting with Abigail's grandmother, while Prentiss talked to Abigail.

"Her father wasn't the first child we lost. When he was young his brother was killed in a drug deal gone bad. The shooter was never found. Allen decided that he would become a cop. It scared me, and my husband to death. The night of his eighteenth birthday Charles told him that if he became a cop that he wasn't aloud back in this house. The next day he joined the academy, and I never saw him again."

"I'm very sorry to hear that,"Morgan said.

"Then one night we heard on the news that he had been killed, and we heard about Abigail. I didn't even know that he was married. I begged him to adopt her. When my so. Left my husband threw out all of his things I needed something to remember him by. It was selfish of me to try to use her to fill the void, but I was all alone my children were dead, my husband had let his work take over, and I don't have a drivers license, so I can't go anywhere. I should have never brought her into this."