Well thanks for all of the reviews so far. I fell so loved and well... I think this story is going pretty good. (Better than I expected) anyway here's chapter…five? Yeah that's right. If your confused than e-mail me1 I love to hear from you guys!

Chapter Five

"I hated him and her" Angela mumbled.

John heard her and became sincere. "They always…hated her. Showing her no respect and then there was me. The hurt one." Angela looked up and sobbed. "He killed her John, He killed her" John nodded and held her. Angelina had fallen asleep on John's leg with duck curled around her.

John understood now. Not fully but a little.

John looked at Angela once more. "Maybe you should get some sleep…ok?" he said calmly, struggling to get the glass out of her hand. Angela let go and sat still as a board. With nothing to do or say, John tore himself away from Angela and picked up the sleeping baby on his foot. Carrying Angelina over to the bed, he gently sat her down on a pillow and made sure she was comfortable. Closing the door that separated the bedroom from the kitchen, he walked back over to Angela and sat down. Putting a hand on her wrist just to comfort her, he was, instead, hit with a flashback from Angela.

John saw a young girl's room. Looking around his surroundings he noticed that it was a sister's room because there were two beds. One blue and one purple. Apparently it was night because the two little forms in the beds looked sound asleep. John looked at the girl in the blue bed and saw a younger version of Angela. A halo of curls formed around her face and her small hands were curled under her face.

Suddenly a loud crash filled the room. Loud harsh voices echoed through the halls and the rooms. A baby's crying could be heard as another scream filled the house. Angel's younger self woke with a gasp as she listened to the chaos beyond the door.

"I told you not to fuck around bitch, you know that little fuck child isn't mine"

"I swear to GOD Brandon, Danny is yours! Why don't you stop hanging around that slut and maybe you'll…"

The sound of breaking glass shattered through the air.

Angela jumped from the bed she was in and ran to her sisters. Shaking Isabel's shoulder, she heard more screams coming from the hall. When Isabel woke up Angela dragged her to the closet and locked it. Breathing hard, she listened.

Isabel, realizing what was going on, started to cry. "Oh Angela, I saw this happen, what are we going to do..?" More screams. Angela stared at her sister and told her to "shush" and listened more. Angels held and her breath and strained her ears to listen. Hearing the water running she heard, she took it as a good sign. But then there was a yell and a final scream and then silence.

Then the footsteps came.

" Oh god" Angela thought as she crept farther back with her sister into the closet, but when her back hit the wall she began to get terrified. Through the little slits in the door she saw a shadow lurking behind there door. Then the door was kicked down. Angela covered her sister's mouth and her own before a scream came out. She saw there father. Covered in blood and carrying a knife, he prowled the room. Looking for the small girls.

Angela could hear her heart in her ears. Blood pumping through her head and her fingers twitching. Her stilled breathing was now becoming halted as she begged GOD that there father would not find them.

Finally, there father turned to leave, Angela let out a sigh of relief but then covered her mouth.

He'd found them.

Retching the door open and jerking the clothes apart, Angela saw the horrid, murderous look on her fathers face as her grinned evilly and grabbed her by the arm roughly. Isabel screamed and bit her fathers arm. Brandon, flung her into a nearby wall, and she slumped to the floor. Angela screamed and hit and hit and hit her father in the chest with her tiny fist. Biting and clawing, trying to do anything possible to get free.

Brandon through Angel on her bed and began to undress her. Angela cried and walled kicking her father constantly.

Suddenly her mother's bruised body was flung onto her fathers back and started to choke Daniel . " Get your Hands off my baby's" she screamed. Brandon yelled and slammed his wife's body into a nearby mirror. Angel's body fell unconscious and flopped on the floor. Brandon grabbed her body and took her into the bath room.

Throwing Angels body into the bath tub he began to drown his wife. Angel became revived and began to fight underwater. The strong hold on her chest was too great but she still struggled. Angela ran for her mother's defense and tackled her fathers arm. But it was useless. Angela looked down to see her mothers pupils grown bid and the last air bubbled leave her body.

Angela screamed once again as she thrown back on a bed. Isabel then woke up and stood and watched as her sister was raped by Brandon.

After he was done, he went to the baby's room. There he drowned baby Danny along with Angel's body.

Isabel held her sisters broken form and cried. Angela cried from emotional pain and physical pain. Isabel grabbed the nearby phone and called 911. The night was almost over.

John jumped back from Angela as he was back to realty. Angela winced from the loss of contact and looked up at John. John stared at her in disbelief. " Angela, " he didn't know what to say. He was lost.

Angela nodded, understanding and wiping her eyes. " The cops came and took my so called father away. We went to a foster home after that. 4 total. None could put up with our visions." Angela took another breath for words. Already she was forcing them out, restraining from crying out. " Finally I pushed mine down so we could stay in a house for good and not be separated"

John shook his head in disbelief. He still was in shock so much that he couldn't think. Angela, seeing that John was not going to respond, got up and headed for the bathroom.

" Is that why you have scars?"

Angela halted in mid-step and turned around. Finding herself right in front of John, merely inches away. Angela, wondering how he found out, nodded dumbly and looked away, ashamed. When she felt herself being pulled into a warm embrace she inhaled sharply.

John slowly traced a finger over a white scar, barley visible on her neck. Angela once again felt a new wave of emotion go over her as she slowly fell into John's embrace and cried into his shoulder.

John stroked her hair and told her everything was going to be alright. At least, he hoped.

Well, that was kinda hard to write. Anyways REVIEW and…well you know the drill! And happy b-day to Keanu Reeves ( Sept, 2) !