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Chapter 5

ASHLEY'S POV

My hand flies to my mouth as I stare at the television screen. Tim? Kay's boyfriend Tim? He's on the television screen being carried to an ambulance on a stretcher. His body is...lifeless. I feel my eyes begin to leak tears and my throat tightens, what will happen to Kay? She loves that boy more than anything...how will Emma take this? The world is going mad isn't it? It has to be to cause this much pain towards so many.

Of course...it's been eighteen years since something happened...since the...since Craig..and Manny. I shake my head, I don't want to think about it. I dont want to think about the garage. I don't, I can't. I have to talk to Kay.

I stand up shakily and shut off the television before turning and heading up the stairs towards our loyal 'rise against' fan's bedroom. She must be in quite a mood right now. For the last four months she's been nothing but happy, but today is different. Today she was...well there's no word for it. She was happy and sad at the same time...almost as if she were... I shake my head, there's no way. Kay is so different from her mother, she's smarter than that...but what if she's not? What if she really is her mother's daughter? It's for sure that Manny's legacy will live on in her daughter, because however quiet and reserved Kay may be, she's a fighter.

I'm walking down the hall towards Kay's room when the door flies open in my face. Kay's face is streaked with tears but a larger than life smile is going across her face, creeping into her eyes making them shine.

"Mom!" She cries before hugging me. I'm takin' aback. I dont know how to handle such actions from Kay of all people. But then again Kay has been acting quite different since her and Tim miraculously got back together, the only downside was Carrie refusing to speak to anyone relating to either Kay, Quinn, myself, or Tim's family.

"Are you okay sweetie?" I ask, stroking her cheek, brushing away a happy tear.

"I'm fine mom really! But I have to tell you something of great importance." She says matter of factly. I sigh, wondering what it is she could possibly say and at the same time not wanting to know at all, she sits me on her egg chair and stands in front of me, twiddling her thumbs.

"Mom..."

KAY'S POV

"Mom..." I take a deep breath. Will she hate me? No. Will she will she will she...? Will she's fill my head as I twiddle my thumbs, my mom's eyes boring into me. Sometimes I wonder what I'd be like if my mother had lived, sometimes I really do wonder if I'd be a better person if my mother hadn't died fighting, but then again would we all be dead? Or would my family not have had to endure all that we did? Would we be alive? I shake my head, blurring the image of my mother. Blurring the image of right and wrong, refusing to say that I had crossed it. "I'm pregnant." I spit out before I have another chance to hesitate. I rub my stomach and wait for a reply.

ASHLEY'S POV

"I'm pregnant..." She says...how do you process this? How do you process your child telling you they're pregnant? She's eighteen for godsakes! But then she's an adult...Manny's adult. Kay managed to survive rat poison, a psychotic father, and the murder of her mother and father when she was two years old. She held her third birthday in a hostage garage. We'd gone through all the pain of those nine months for nothing...it'd taken me a long time to get over that...now I just had to accept it.

I gulp before looking into Kay's eyes. So much like her mother. Manny and I never really got along, but we didn't hate each other either. Being stupid teenagers neither of us knew what we wanted. When she was fourteen Craig had decided for her...maybe it'd been my fault. Maybe maybe maybe...I don't know. What will Kay do? I can't let her go through what Manny went through, but will she have to? My mind flies back to why I came to Kay's room, Tim. I nod and smile. "Tims?" I ask, enthusiasm atleast semi-visible in my voice. I am happy for her, but I am not happy about tim...tim could die. I sigh and stand up as she nods excitedly at my appreciation of the new addition.

"Now it's my turn baby, " I say and sit her on the bed, sitting next to her, she smiles and gives me a coninue grin.

"Tim..." I sigh, taking her hand. "Tim is in the hospital. " The shine in her eyes fall, the smile fades and all that is left is a shell of the girl that had been filing the room single handedly.

"Wh...what?" She cries. Grabbing her purse and keys she heads out the door without a second thought. She's going to the hospital. Then I think...she doesn't know which one...she's going to the garage. Kay...not the garage.

I run into Quinn's room and have her hurry with me. I need support for this and who better than my own daughter. My daughter who will never know her origin, who'll never know the reason she hums that sad little lullaby or the reason she has no father...or the reason this garage means so much to her sister.

QUINN'S POV

I'm sleeping...I'm dreaming...

Hmmm mmm hmm uhhh hmmm baby soft...Kay's humming to me. I'm rocking back and forth in her arms as she holds me. We're in a dark room...one light bulb above me. I'm a baby...Hmmm mmm hmm uhhh hmmm baby soft ... the humming is lulling me to sleep before a man lifts me up and twirls me around. "daddy loves you baby soft daddy loves you not mommy...daddy loves you..." The twirling is making me sick...i'm fallling...then...I'm standing at a grave Manuela Santos? Kay Santos? Manny? So many secrets..Hmmm mmm hmm uhhh hmmm baby soft...

My dream..or was it a nightmare? Is interupted by my mother dragging me out of bed screaming for me to get up and come with me. My books scatter around me as I jump from my nap and follow my mother to our old beater car, screeching after Kay's car. What is going on?

We drive for a little bit, following Kay at a distance. My mother knows...Kay's pregnant...she knows now...she does. I shake my head and rub my forhead, trying to process this. I've never seen drama like this ever, never ever in my life. While I'm consumed by my thoughts I forget I have a seatbelt on as my mother jerks the car into park, sending me towards the dashboard, only am I caught by my hands reaching out instead, meeting the dashboard with my head as well. I rub my head and get out of the car..following my mother and sister towards an old dilapidated garage. Where am I?

Hmmm mmm hmm uhhh hmmm baby soft

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-MrISS