Chapter 12

AN: This chapter is written in Marty's point of view.

I woke up and found Todd sitting by my bedside. Something seemed to be bothering him. "How long have you been here?"

"For about a half hour"

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"You need your sleep and I needed time to figure out what to do next."

"Todd, what are you talking about? What is going on?" I asked, feeling agitated, something was clearly eating away at him and I had a sick feeling that it involved me.

" Marty, I'm not sure what the best thing for me to do is, so I'm just going to ask you to be straight with me."

"What do you want to know?"

"After Spring Fling, did you become pregnant? Did you have a baby girl? Did somebody adopt your child?"

I couldn't believe it after all these years of keeping my secret safe, he had somehow figured out that I had a child and gave her away. I didn't know what to do or say. The seconds that passed by seemed like hours as he stared at me waiting for a answer. "Why are you asking me this?" I finally asked.

"My P.I. called me. It turns out that Hannah was adopted and your name is listed on the birth certificate."

"Hannah's my daughter?"

"So it's true. You had a daughter and gave her up? Was she mine?"

I couldn't keep the truth a secret any longer. If Hannah was my daughter then most likely she already knew that I was her mother. I decided to come clean with Todd. "It's true. I found out I was pregnant a month after Spring Fling. I don't know if you're the father. She could just as easily be Zach's or Powell's."

"Marty, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but are you sure she was concieved the night that I raped you?"

"I'm positive. The last person that I slept with prior to the night you raped me was you and that was months before Spring Fling."

"Why didn't you tell me? I had a right to know." Todd asked.

"Are you serious? You raped me. You took away my rights. What did you expect me to do? You hurt me in the worst possible way and because of that I had to give up my child to protect her. It was the only way I could keep her safe," I spat out.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about so many things. If I could change that night I would, but I can't. The only thing that I can do is try to be a better person. I'm so sorry that I hurt you but I just don't know how I can make up for all the pain I caused you," Todd said as he began to cry.

"I know that you're sorry. Todd, do you think that Hannah knows I'm her mother?"

"Yeah I do."

"I want to see her. Do you know where she is?" I asked. I needed to see Hannah and tell her why I gave her up for adoption.

"I'm sorry Marty. I can't let you see her right now. There's no way I'm going to let her hurt you again."

"You don't get to dictate what I can and can not do Todd. I'm going to see Hannah whether you like it or not."

"Marty, she pushed you down a flight of stairs and stabbed you. She may be your daughter, but she's very dangerous and unstable. I don't want you anywhere near her, but if you insist on seeing her then I'll take you. I won't let her hurt you again."

"I hadn't thought of that. Is there any way that we could be wrong about Hannah? Maybe somebody else pushed me," I stated desperate for anything that would prove that she was innocent. Part of the reason that I had given Hannah up to adoption was so that I wouldn't resent or grow to hate her for the way she was conceived. I was so afraid of hating my own child and now that fear was slowly creeping back. If Hannah killed my child, how would I get past that?

"I don't have proof, but all my instincts tell me that Hannah is guilty. She seems to have a lot of resentment and anger towards us, so I think that she pushed you down those stairs to get back at us. Maybe you should stay here and let me deal with Hannah," Todd offered.

"How are you going to deal with Hannah?"

"I don't know. I haven't figured that part out yet."

"No. I need to go. I need to see her. I need to know if she pushed me down those stairs."

"Okay, there's one more thing I want to ask you before we go."

"What is it?"

"I have a strand of Hannah's hair. I'm going to have a DNA test done to see if I'm her father. Do you want me to run the test with a sample of your hair as well?"

"Yeah I need to know for sure," I said as I pulled out a loose hair strand and handed it to Todd.

"Okay, I'm going to drop this in the lab while you talk to your doctor about getting released," Todd said then left the room.