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Manny's POV

Manny looked at her watch again, for the hundereth time that evening. He is over an hour late. He isn't going to show and you know it. You might as well go home. She gathered her things and left the restaurant. She walked down the street towards her home, when she passed the Dot. I've had some good times in that place. Just then she spotted Sean, who seemed to be sitting at the table with Emma Nelson? When did she get back in town? It didn't matter. Emma doesn't want to see me anyway. She sat there for a few minutes until both of them glanced her way. When Emma saw her, she smiled and waved for her to come into the restaurant. I thought she hated me? Well, maybe she has changed. She walked over to the two and sat down.

"Wow," Emma said cheerfully, "if it isn't Manny Santos! How have you been?"

Manny could tell that she had been crying, but quickly decided not to ask her about it.

"I'm great! How are you?" She replied.

"I'm hanging in there. What are you doing walking by yourself?"

"Craig didn't show up for dinner so I didn't have a ride home. It's okay though, I just live down the street."

"Craig? So you are now Manny Manning?"

"Yeah," she laughed, " doesn't it sound awful?"

"You could say that." Then both girls started laughing together, something they haven't done in a long time.

"So, how long are you back in town?"

"I'm here for the reunion, that's all. Then I'm going back to New York."

"Wow. So did you bring your husband with you?"

Sean looked over at Emma, as if he had been wanting to know the same question.

"Nope. Don't have one."

"Really? Emma Nelson, not married? That's impossible. I heard that you have a kid."

"I do. Her name is Tiffani."

Manny looked down at her watch again. It was getting late.

"Um, you guys, I have to go. But, Em, call me sometime and we'll catch up."

"Okay, bye." With that, Manny left, walking down the vacant street. She reached her house and fumbled with the door. She finally managed to open it and stepped in. She walked into her living room to find her husband passed out on the couch with an half empty bottle of alchohol in his hands.

I knew it. I knew he would do this again. She sighed and began to pick up the empty bottles and trash that laid on the floor. Why did I have to be so foolish? This time I am not helping him to bed. She threw the trash away and headed upstairs for her bedroom. She changed into her nightgown and crawled into bed. She closed her eyes and tried to make sleep come.

She was awaken with a loud thud in the room. She rolled over at her clock which read three thirty. She looked up to see Craig standing over her. Oh, no, please God. Don't let him hit me. It was too late. He jerked her up out of bed and began to shake her. "Stop! Craig you're hurting me!" she pleaded.

"You should have thought about that before you left me downstairs by myself!" he screamed in rage.

"Well I wouldn't have if you wouldn't have forgotten our anniversary!" she yelled back.

"I didn't forget!" he said before throwing her on the floor, causing her to hit her head on the bed side table.

"You are just like your father!" she screamed, tears burning her eyes.

He walked over, jerked her up off of the floor, and slapped her hard across her face.

"Don't you ever say that again! EVER!" he said pushing her away from him. He stormed out of the room and out of the house, leaving Manny in her bedroom crying. Manny picked up the phone and began dialing, knowing exactly who she was going to call.