Here is the next chapter of My Angel. I hope you are all still enjoying and I apologise for the length of time in between chapters. Life gets hectic a lot for me and the time before the holidays always is. So I apologise. So read and let me know what you think.

Thanks go to Jacqueline for all her help.

Donna's POV

My whole body is trembling. I can't seem to stop it. It started with my hands and slowly moved it's way all over my body. The hand on my thigh gives a reassuring squeeze but it isn't enough. I look up to where he sits and give him a small smile, which he returns. The look in his eye is of pure love and adoration. He is giving me the strength to do this, even though it is his fault I am here in the first place.

Where you might ask, am I? What kind of place has got me so nervous I want to run to the closest bathroom and vomit? At this precise moment in time, I am sitting in my living room awaiting the detective who called wanting to speak to me.

Josh opens the door and in walks two detectives, one man, and one lady. I am so pleased that there is another female in the room. Describing what I am about it is hard enough but in a room with only men would have been harder.

"Miss Moss, sorry we are late. My name is Detective Amelia Silver and this is my colleague Detective Fred Nichol."

"Pleased to meet you." I tell them reaching out my hand to shake theirs. My voice actually sounds like me. It's strange because the voice inside my head doesn't sound like me.

"Now I realise that this incident happened months ago and it will be hard to relive it but can you try?" She asks me.

Josh's hand squeezes my thigh again. "Sure. Do you want me to start just now?" I ask, my voice slowly betraying me. She nods and I begin. "About three months ago I broke off a relationship I was having with Eric Black. We hadn't been dating very long but for me it just wasn't right. With my job I don't get a lot of free time and to start a long-term thing, it just wasn't the right time for me. So I ended it." I take a deep breath, a little unsure that I can carry on. I really don't want to carry on but needs must. This guy needs to be behind bars. I mean if he can do it to me, when I break up with him, who knows who else he could do it too. "It happened late on Friday night. Josh let me go home a little earlier than usual. I arrived at my apartment around nine o'clock to find Eric sitting on my front step waiting for me. He said he wanted to talk. I believed him and led him upstairs. But as soon as we were inside, he pushed me against the door and forced himself upon me. He threw me on to the floor and ripped at the shirt and pants I wore that day."

"Do you still have those clothes?" Detective Silver interrupted me.

"I think so, I can't remember what I did with them. Anyway, he dragged me to my bedroom and pinned me to the bed. He told me that no one dumps him before he…." I couldn't say the words. Josh had taken my hand into his own and was rubbing his thumb gently over the back of my hand. Tears had built up in my eyes; I hated the fact that I was reliving it. I could see it happening in front of me like it happened just last night. "After he finished he just left and I never spoke of it again. I didn't tell anyone, but that was the way I wanted it. No one needed to know it."

"Now Mr Lyman told me that through your rape, you became pregnant, is that true?" I nodded, not trusting my voice anymore. "He also informed us that you did in fact miscarry the other night. That must have been a hard situation for you to go through. Can I ask you one question, why did you keep the baby?"

"If I am honest I thought it might be my only chance to get pregnant. Don't ask why I thought that because I don't know but it was my logic when I found out. You never know what can happen in future pregnancies, or whether you will ever find Mr Right so I thought, even with the baby being his I could still love it and look after it." The tears are freely flowing down my cheeks but I don't care any more. Why didn't I do this back when it happened, why did I leave it so long. I tighten my grip on Josh's hand. If there was ever a time I needed him it was now.

"Miss Moss, please take your time. I understand why you are upset and we will help as much as we can. We are ordering a line up with the man you say raped you in it. Do you feel up to identifying him?"

"Yes, but do I really have to come down to the station. Can't I just give you a photograph?" I say getting up and moving to my bookcase. Extracting a photo album I give them one photo with him in it. I only had the one and the only reason I did burn it was it was a good photo.

"Miss Moss I realise that this is upsetting but unfortunately you have to identify him in person. I will have someone come and collect you in the morning and we can do it then. If you still have the clothes as well can you bring them too? Is that all right with you?"

I realise that I am not going to win this argument. I look to Josh who just nods his head. I know he's right, but he can't come with me. People will see him and make more out of this than there really is. I nod and Detective Silver gives me a note of the time and who will collect me.

"Thank you for your time Miss Moss and I will see you in the morning." Josh lets them both out as I collapse back into the chair I had been sitting in.

Josh's POV

I walk back into Donna's living room after seeing the police detectives out and see Donna collapsed in a chair. She looks so vulnerable. I walk across to her and pull her into my arms. "I am so sorry baby. I am so sorry." I repeat over and over again. I can't believe that I am putting her through this.

"Don't worry Josh," she said wiping her hand across her face. "I'll get through it." I could tell she was trying to be brave but she didn't need to be. She starts walking towards her bedroom.

"We'll get through it Donna, I'm here."

"Yeah but you can't be too close. People will start to get ideas and we talked about it. We can't go public with our relationship. Josh I thought you understood?"

"I do sweetheart, but it doesn't mean I don't want to be here for you. You're going to need a lawyer. I can do it."

"No Josh, you can't do that. I'll find someone." She tells me before stepping into her closet. I place my head into my hands and take a deep breath.

"Maybe we could ask Sam or Ainsley?" I suggest. She looks back at me where I see a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Maybe I have just mentioned the right thing. She goes back into the closet, appearing back out with her red ribbed sweater and black skirt. It's only now that I realise that I haven't seen them for a while. These must have been the clothes she was wearing when it happened.

"Seems like I did still have them." She said, her voice sounding distant. She walks past me and heads back towards the kitchen. She places the clothes into a bag before turning the kettle on. Switching it back off again she turns to me. "Josh I need some time on my own. Can you give me that?"

She has this forlorn look in her eyes that tells me how much she wants to lie and cry on her own. I really don't' want to leave her but if it's what she wants. "Okay, but I am just a phone call away. I tell her kissing her. I can tell her heart isn't in it when she doesn't reciprocate. "Night."

Donna's POV

Josh has just walked out my door. And where am I? Sitting on the kitchen floor crying my eyes out. I can't help it. It's all too much for me, but some how I know I'll get through it. I have too.