"No! Please mom!" Miena cowered in the corner of her room, where the darkness met the light. Her hands wrapped around her stomach and she kissed the shirt that covered her midsection.

"Angel, please baby girl, I know, I know, it'll all be over very soon" Her voice sing-songed to the baby inside her, soothing the fussing child that was kicking her insides without remorse for the mother.

The door shook on it's hinges once again, the floor shaking with the movement behind the thin shield seperating her mother from her. Glass shattered on the door, once again shaking the piece of wood to its core. Tears ran down Miena's battered face, spolched red from hours of meaningless crying and bruising from the hits from her mother. The baby kicked once more sending a shock of pain through her body. The pain continued this time though, spreading throughout her body.

A turning sound gathered her attention momentarily for her to look up at her door, the gold knob was turning, and before she knew it, her mom pushed through the door, an angry scowl on her face that turned into a murderous grin as she slammed the door behind her, making the walls shake and pictures fall, shattering on the floor.

"Mom! Please. No, please...please...I'm sorry! Just...don't!" Miena cowered more into the corner, she no longer could move anyway. To her right was her bed, she couldn't fit under it anymore like she used to; to her left was her dresser which held the little amount of clothes she had left. Her mother was covering any other way she could get out.

Fiona Lankson held the belt to her side, its metal designs glittering in the pale light of the lamp that was on the dresser near her. Her daughter was hauched in front of her, teasing her, laughing at her, pointing at her, making sure she had a point to taunt her. And she would get whatever was coming to her.

Miena felt more hot tears roll down her face. The tears were for the pain she was feeling, the pain she would feel, her daughter's life after she was born. "No!" She looked up through blurry eyes as the belt was raised and came down hard, she could hear the wind whoosh by as it moved through the air.

Instinctively she let out a cry as it connected with her back, it ripped open other wounds on her backside, blood oozed from them but it was nothing compared to the hurt that came from her stomach. The belt ripped open more skin along her shoulder, she bit her lip to keep the cry in this time, "Thats right! Keep your mouth closed! We don't want to the neighbors knowing what a horrible slut you are do we? That you got yourself pregnant and in rage your father left and you got him killed!"

Fiona fell onto her daughters bed, the belt slipping from her well manacured hand and falling to the floor. Blood dripped from the leather and shone brightly on the white carpet. Sobs were heard through the walls from the woman who had lost her husband, the woman who's daughter was pregnant and wouldn't tell them who the father was, and the woman who beat her daughter and drank regularly just because.

Miena tried to stand up, but the pain in both her stomach and on her back kept that from happening.

"Angel...I have to get to the hospital" She pushed herself up from the floor, despite that pain and her hand on her slightly swollen abdomen.

A hand clasped on her elbow, pulling her, "Oh no you don't. If anythings wrong with that baby, it deserved it, because of you. It would be your fault. And I am not going to jail!"

Miena pulled to all her strength, but her mother was a strong woman, as was seen by the hits on her back and other parts of her body. "Mom, let me go...let me go" She was way past the part where she pleaded to go, she was demanding, ordering her.

"No!"

The door was knocked down with a thud, dust rising from the floor as two men, both uniformed as policemen, one with all grey hair, and a mustache that was salt and pepper colored, the other was much younger, probably a rookie by the way he was looking at the situation. They both stepped in, not even worried about the door on the floor, and from behind them stood Miena's wire-haired neighbor.

Her mother instantly let go of her and was speechless, the only sounds coming from her mouth, being grumbles and the remenants of 'what' that was yet to be spoken. She was pulled up from the bed by the salt and pepper haired policemen, "Ma'am you have the right to remain silent, if you..."

The younger one called for a ambulance in his walkie-talkie, and then came to Miena's side, "Ma'am, my name is Aaron Hare. Are you hurt?"

"Umm..." Miena's head was reeling with the activity around her, her mother was struggling agaisnt the bounds of the handcuffs as she was escorted out of the room, another policeman was collecting evidence, another one, a policewoman was talking into a walkie-talkie and recieving static.

She clutched her hand and sat down on the bed with the help of the young policeman. Her head was spinning, her daughter was already calm in her stomach, she wasn't moving...was that a good or bad thing?

"Oh my God. Jim!" The young policeman yelled to the older man as he touched her back and moved his hand to stare at the blood, "Jim!"

"The ambulance. Get it here..." Voices blended together as her lights went out.

"Miena? Miena?" Her friend placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and shook her some. "Miena!" He yelled in her ear and she recoiled with a sharp intake of breath and jumping slightly.

She clutched her head and closed her eyes tightly, 'What?" She hissed annoyingly at him and glared at him.

"Oh. Sorry, hormonal day?" He laughed as he sat back down on the steps of the staircase leading up to Miena's apartment, but his laugh was drowned out as she glared at him once again.

Miena felt her face heat up from anger, but tried to keep it down, she wasn't feeling entirely great today. Well, in fact since...that day anyway. "No, just...a bit tired" And pissed off, don't forget that.

His face fell from its original sheer and glamour and was replaced by a sympathetic smile. His hand rubbed her shoulder supportingly, "So...what's your plans for dressing up for Halloween, Miena?" He was leaned back on his elbows now agaisnt the concrete stairs. The light reflected off of his golden hair from the mornings sun, something that Miena had never quite noticed.

She laughed, sarcastically of course, "A whale maybe. No thats not big enough" Miena scoffed outloud, however this did nothing to unnerve Darren from rubbing her back. She flipped her short hair back out of her range of vision and subconcsiously pulled it into a ponytail.

"Maybe you could be a horse" He laughed and sat up, pulling her to him and hugging her. Her head turned to him and her eyes glared, a light of anger, but humor lingering in her chocolate brown eyes.

"Kidding!" He raised his hand up in defense and with a sigh of relief Miena turned away, letting out a breath, "Its just that your constantly putting your hair up and down in that annoying way everyday, every second. And..." He caught her hands still playing with her hair, "You are always moving your hands"

Darren laughed and kissed the palms of her hands, "And for future reference, you are not a whale"

"Right, and I'm the Queen of England" Miena mumbled still looking at their hands, her palms up, his underneath hers, rough and calloused from work at a lumber job.

"Oh but you are! I am the King of Spain, we can elope and wed before your Angel is born" His smile was unwavering, his eyes rang true the words he spoke.

Miena was more or less oblivious to the way he was looking at her then, she was looking toward the street, where the sun was still rising relentlessly, causing everyone in its range to sweat propusly. With his comment, she merely raised her dark thin eyebrows at him, glancing at him sideways, "Okay, I'll take that promise, but how about after I graduate eh?"

He just shrugged, "Okay, deal, we get married after you graduate, but..."

"But what?" Miena glanced all the way at him this time and he pulled her legs into his lap and rested his arms on them.

"But...you have to promise me something"

She pulled her legs from him and blew her hair back dramatically, 'Yes, my sweet?" Annoyance showed through her demeanor as she rolled her eyes at him.

This time he was oblivious to what she thought and obviously showed, "Well, this is what I want. I want yo-" His attempt to tell her anything important was gone by now, as Miena jumped up and pratically hyperventalated when a long black limo pulled into the parking lot and out stepped a tall boy, lanky, but his lankiness was made up by his handsome features. Miena obviously knew him. And she did not like him right now according to the way she was glaring at him.

The boy strode over to the steps, taking in Darren's presence at Miena's side, his arm over her shoulder and the closeness between them. "Miena..." He started, his voice deep and rumbling in his throat.

"Takashi..." Came her brief response back to him. She wasn't going to do anything, it was Mori's turn to talk, not hers.

The boy known as Takashi, eye's darkened at Miena's sharp and curt answer back, "I wanted to talk to you"

"Is that so?" Darren's arm tightened around her more.

Mori felt his anger rise, he was already pissed off about the arguement he had had with his friends, also known as The Host Club. His cousin hadn't made anything easy after their "talk", he had insisted that he had deserved to know the truth, and Hunni had started crying. At that point, Mori had walked out of the room and hadn't talked to anyone since that day. "You weren't answering your phone"

Miena faked interest as she took her cell phone from the pocket in her demin skirt and opened it, "Oh it's off, too bad"

"Its been off for three days, Miena" Miena merely shrugged, faking a yawn, "Anyway..."

"Anyway, whats this about?" Darren's eyes spoke millions of words, they showed nothing more than anger, and curiousity. His eyes danced from Mori to Miena, and back to Mori again.

"This is about him ditching me after our date a few days ago" Miena's words were angry, hot tears were threatening to break through their dam that held them safe.

Darren's mouth clenched. Date? Why would anyone want to go out with Miena? She was pregnant. She was 8 monthes pregnant! "Date? And you ditched her?" He took a few steps forward so he was only steps away from Mori, on even ground.

Mori, however, reined in his anger, jealousy reared its ugly head in the pit of his stomach, it was something he was unfimaliar with, but he knew what it was, he just didn't know why he was feeling it. "Its none of your business, but no I didn't"

"Like hell you didn't" Miena scoffed under her breath, barely audible for anyone to hear. Her hands were on her back, supporting herself. She faught back a groan as pain swept across her body, it wasn't much, but she felt it.

The men didn't hear her though, too caught up in the conversation.

"Mia says you did, I trust her rather than I trust some rich guy who's a douche" Darren had narrowed out of mouth, his mouth thin and in a scowl.

Mori was barely able to contain his words now, "Yeah, I suppose you do trust her more, but I am not lying" He knew this would go nowhere, so he turned to Miena now, with the slighest movement, "I'll come back later, when...when no one else is around" This time, he marched back to the limo gathering the attention of the driver, who was talking on the phone.

"I always knew bitches ran away" Darren scoffed with a satisfactory smile and turned away.

A hand caught his shoulder and turned him on his heels. He didn't have time to react when a fist hit him square in the face, knocking him back onto the steps and making him stumble to catch himself as he fell backwards at a fast rate. When he had regained his balance and removed his hand from his nose, he glared at Mori who was walking away from him back to the limo. Mori had did what he wanted to do and it felt great.

Miena had stumbled back, and more pain had came across her stomach, way more pain than the aches that she had been having. A moan of pure agony escaped her mouth, but it was drowned out as Darren jumped on Mori's back and knocked him plain on the ground, face first. He reared his head back up and spit out blood from his mouth. Darren, meantime, rolled him over to his back and reared back to punch him just as Mori had punched him minutes ago.

"Stop!" Miena's voice was lost in the midst of grunting and many fighting sounds the boys were making. She gasped when Mori rolled to the right, avoiding Darren's fist as it collided with the pavement, and he howled with pain. Darren sat up, still straddling Mori, and cradled his fist, his face full of anger and pain.

Mori took this time to get out from under him and get ontop of Darren. They both were dripping blood and sweat, but both were also pumped full of adreneline and wouldn't stop for anything.

"STO-No! No! Angel, no no baby..." Miena had forced herself to sit down and she was cradling her own stomach, blood was running down her leg, and dripping onto the stairs.

Both boys stopped upon hearing her shriek and looked back at her. Neither moved, just stared at the moment, obviously at war with their own brains, wondering what to do.

"Don't just stand there! Help me" She shrieked some more, her eyes wide with fear. Mori and Darren got the message this time and hurriedly Mori climbed from atop Darren and ran to her side, supporting her by wrapping his arm around her waist. Darren was more or less, still glaring at Mori, but followed him to the limo, which he put Miena in gently and ushered Darren in the same. Then he climbed in, ordered the driver to the hospital immediatly, and then sat across from Darren and Miena.

It looked like Darren's hand, and possibly his nose was broken. Miena was just in pure agony her midsection hurting. But all Mori could think about was how he was a pure idiot and how he just possibly made the girl he potentially fell in love with-love for God's sake!-lose her child. A mess was all it was.