AN: Two chapters is one day, oh I'm sooooo proud of myself. :) Once again I'd like to thank everyone who has reviwed. You guys make me feel so special. This chapters a little shorter, but I promise to put another chapter up tomorrow.
When Greg left Sara sat next to Tony and hugged the little boy tightly. Another wave of sadness swept over her. She could only imagine what it was like, running, hiding all the time. Trying to keep the world from finding out who you really were. That was a lot to put on a little kid. No five year old needed that. He probably remembered nothing else either. Most of his life was running and hiding. trying to keep one step ahead of his father. The movie ended and Sara turned the TV off.
She noticed that Tony seemed tired. 'Benjamin' she told herself. But she knew she wouldn't stick to that. She didn't want to remind the poor kid of anything like that. Better to have fun today then remember all the bad yesterdays. So she would continue to call him Tony and not reminded of anything to do with Benjamin.
She fixed the blankets on the little fold out cot she kept in her closet. Why she kept it around she wasn't sure. She never used it before now. But she was grateful she had it. She tucked Tony into bed and kissed his forehead. he was asleep within moments. Sara however remained awake. She sat down on her couch sipping from a glass of coke. No more alcohol while the kid was in the house. She was tired too. She had been constantly tired for the last few days. but she knew that if she fell asleep now she'd screw up her sleep schedule. It was, after all, still the afternoon.
'Ah to hell with my sleep schedule' she thought. 'I'm on vacation for another 2 weeks at least. I can sleep whenever I want too.'
So she got into her pajamas. She checked on Tony again, who was sleeping somewhat peacefully. He had a mall frown on even in his sleep, but at least he wasn't tossing and turning. Sara fell asleep in her own bed, after drawing the curtains and making sure no afternoon sunlight would disturb either her or Tony.
Sara heard the shouting. Most days she would just pretend she didn't, stay in her room and pull the covers over her head. Put tonight was different. The voices seemed more stressed out and even louder. The little girl crept down the hall to the kitchen. She peaked around the corner. Her parents were fighting again of course. Nothing new about that. They didn't even notice their young daughter watching them. Their words were blurred, muddled. Sara couldn't understand.
There was a scream and the sound of a fist hitting flesh and bone. Sara's mother cried out again, clutching a broken, bleeding nose. Sara saw her father raise his fist again. Saw her mother reach for a kitchen knife. Saw her stab her father. But she didn't stop. Sara's mother kept stabbing and stabbing. Sara shouted something, she wasn't sure what. She was down by he father's side, shaking him. Begging him to get up. There was so much blood. The color of it, the smell of it, the sight, were all burned into her mind. The scene before her so horrible and vivid.
Sara woke up for the same nightmare she had only two nights ago. She hated the nightmares. She knew they were only going to become more frequent. She wasn't going to be able to escape them. And because she was on 'vacation' she would have noting to distract he mind during the waking hours either. She looked over at Tony and it was clear nightmares were plaguing him too.
Sara managed to untangle herself from the covers and went over to Tony's little bed. She picked up the thrashing from of the little boy and got hit in her chin for her efforts. She held on to him until he stopped struggling. The he started crying and his tears weren't silent this time. She murmured words of comfort to him and rubbed his back, trying to calm him. Sara knew neither of them would be getting a good nights sleep in a long time. She rocked the little boy back and forth and slowly be began to drift off to sleep again.
Sara however could not fall asleep again, try as she might. So she sat on her couch reading a Forensic Journal. After looking at the clock she came to the conclusion Greg wouldn't' need to be at work for another few hours. She toyed with the idea of calling him but eventually dismissed it. She didn't want to trouble him.
As she was reading a knock came from the door. It wasn't Greg's loud knock either. It was a quicker, impatient tap. She stood up and walked cautiously towards the door. She was getting more visitors then normal now Tony was staying with her but she still didn't completely trust the world. So she looked through the peep hole before even unlocking the door. It was a good thing too, because what she saw caused a huge shiver of fear to run down her spine.
AN: Ooo another clifthanger. Don't you just LOVE these. I do. I love to imagine people squirming and wriggling with anticapation. Yeah I'm a little twisted but oh well.