Chapter 1
Manny's POV
It was a year ago. I had our baby; mine and Craig's. I raised her on my own. Being 15 I barely knew anything of raising myself let alone a baby. Craig had wanted her aborted...but the very thoguht made me sick and I refused. I recieved a slap for denying him the rest of his teenage years...his innocence; he cared not for mine. I knew that he could care less about me or our baby. Nights he spent with Ashley and the band. I was nothing to him...nothing...just a thing of the past. I accepted it. I had her all by myself...all alone. No one to hold my hand or tell me to breathe...alone. I named her Kay. When they released us from the hospital we stayed at a hotel within walking distance of Degrassi High. I'd stay up late with Kay and I would go to school early so no one would see me with a baby in school.
I went to the Teen Parent center behind the school for that early hour every morning. They helped me find a job...so I could pay for an apartment and they provided daycare. I would drop her off and then it was a regular day at school...except for one thing...Craig. I'd see him in the halls...clasping Ashley's hand. A tear would fall silent and unseen down my cheek and I would keep walking. Craig would glance at me uncertainly and then turn his carefree friends. To him I was no longer worth anything to him..he didn't care. Atleast I didn't think he did. I never realized that in the time he ignored me he was planning...planning something bad.
Craig's POV
I watch her cross the street, our baby in her arms. I don't know her name...I never asked. But soon I will know. She reaches the end of the crosswalk and sets the baby down...the baby stands. Manny grabs her hand and they hurry into the apartment complex. Her mother disowned her when she became pregnant and so had I.
No I hadn't...not really. I was planning. I was creating a plan where I could have it all. Ashley, Manny and my daughter. My daughter...she must be two now. It's amazing how time flies when you ignore your own daughter's existence. I hadn't ignored her existence. I listen to Manny's phone conversation. A babysitter is coming...a date tonight. Snapping my phone shut I chuckle to myself...tonights the night.
I walk briskly. I have to get there by 8:00, that's when Manny gets home from dates. Two hours...no later. She doesn't trust babysitters. I see her walk up the stairs. She's hugging herself...and crying. I hear her door shut and the babysitter leaves. I hurry up the stairs and fiddle with the lock. The door opens and there stands Manny holding my daughter.
"Craig!" Manny cries, shocked at my unexpected visit. I smile slyly and she turns to her kitchen. "What do you want?" She asks coldly, trying to be calm.
"My daughter...and my Manny." I say. Her eyes grow wide. Before she can scream I have a cloth over her mouth and she breathes in the sedative, passing out. My daughter starts screaming.
"Shhh honey...it's okay." I lay Manny down.
"Mommy!" She yells and points to Manny.
"That's right," I point to myself "Daddy," Her eyes look shocked and confused. While she is in this state I press the cloth over her mouth, she goes limp. Putting the girl in my coat gently, picking up Manny I walk to my car and lay them down in the back. I drive to my garage; Joey, Caitlin, and Angie being gone for the next week it is the best spot. First I carry Manny in and lay her on the couch...where we were when we created our girl. I take a needle I prepared earlier and give her a sedative that will make her sleep longer. Smiling at the figure I run to the car and pick up my daughter. I grow tired of calling her my daughter so I there name her...
What do you think? Does anyone have an idea for a name? Lemme know!
R&R
Love Roxy
