I'm back! With the second chapter! Thank you guys for reviews! They really help me! This chapter will explain a little more what happened, but not too much! I also want to thank the people who read this story! So without me talking anymore, here is Chapter Two!

January 28, 2015

8:13 p.m. Mountain Time

Bob Duncan walked into the house after a long day of work, he took off a few short jobs to come home, Amy had been crying again. She had been fine for a long time, then, yesterday it came back to her mind. And Bob knew how much it hurt her inside.

He walked through the kitchen, to see that his wife was not in the kitchen, or the living room. He walked up the steps to the upper bedrooms. He walked to the first door and peeked in to see Charlie, lightly snoring in her bed, he loved his youngest daughter so much, just like he did all of his kids.

Even Gabe.

Then he walked to Gabe's room, to see the sixteen year old , snoring loudly, his blankets all over the bed, and two pillows on the floor. Bob smiled and gave a little chuckle, he knew he was a restless sleeper, just like his mother. The thought came into his mind and his smile slowly faded, pain pushing it's way into his mind. He left the door open a crack and walked into Toby's room, and smiled at the sight.

Amy was sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of his room, rocking and quietly singing to her youngest son, even though he was already asleep.

Bob stood in the doorway, smiling, thinking how much he loved his wife, no matter what happened in their past.

Bob knew Gabe wasn't his son, but he didn't know the full truth.

Amy would never ever cheat on the man she loved so much, she wouldn't even think about it, no matter how bald he is, she still felt the love for him when he kissed her on the cheek. Amy didn't cheat on her husband

Amy Duncan was raped.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at the sleeping Toby. She smiled at the young toddler, always tearing away that awful memory. She looked up for a brief second to see her six foot tall husband smiling and standing in the doorway.

Bob could see the pain in her eyes, even without the lights on, it was obvious she was hurting, and it hurt him to see the love of his life, break down in tears in his arms every night. It hurt him, as much as it hurt her.

Amy stood with Toby and slowly laid him down in his bed, she squatted on her knees, and kissed his face that resembled her's so much. She felt like crying right there, but she knew that she would never do that in front of her son. Never.

She stood up and walked to her husband, the tear staining her bright pink, long sleeved shirt. She was getting cold, and in the winter weather she felt like and icicle hanging in a cave, about to drop to the ground any time,

and shatter to pieces.

Bob held her to him, he could feel her trembling as tears wetted his work shirt, he didn't care. She could cry a million tears on to him and he wouldn't care.

He walked her into the bedroom and sat her on the bed, he looked at her to see her mascara smeared all over her face and tears lining her cheeks.

"Everything is going to be okay, I promise." Bob tried to calm her down, he didn't want the older two children waking up, or Toby for that matter.

"No, everything is not okay, Bob, you don't know what really happened, you don't know the truth." her sentence was ended by her crying and tears

Bob gave her a confused look. He had gotten mad at her when she told him she was pregnant, and he knew it wasn't his. She had cheated on him, but whenever he would look into her deep blue eyes, he knew he could never be mad at her, he loved more than anything on the planet,

how could you hate something that you loved?

"W-What do you mean?" Bob staggered at her statement.

She looked up at him, her eyes glossy, and bloodshot.

"Bob, I love you so much, and I would never cheat on you..." she continued, having to stop to pass more tears. "You love me no matter what right?" Amy asked.

Bob started to feel fear in his stomach, as he shook his head yes. "Of course, Ames"

Amy sat up wiping away tears and started the story that had given her nightmares for sixteen years.

Gabe heard his dad walk into his room, he pretended to sleep. Even though he couldn't

His mom never cried, and when she did, it was bad. He had never seen her cry except for once before while she stared at a picture of him in the hospital, but he heard stories from his older siblings that if she did cry it was for a bad reason.

He sat up in bed, listening to the faint song of his mother's voice, who was calming Toby down for sleep.

He could faintly remember looking up at his own mother, her hair in a loose ponytail, singing him to sleep. A tear streaming from her eyes, "Oh, my Gabe, I will always love you no matter who he is, or who you look like." She embraced her youngest son as he fell asleep. He could feel the faint heart beat in his mother's chest, as she hugged him in her arms, then picked him up and laid him in his bed. She bent onto her knees and smiled at him.

"No matter what.." then she kissed him and walked out the door, and that's all he remembered. Before his young self drifted to sleep.

This time he didn't go to sleep. He quietly hopped out of his bed and walked around the corner into the main hallway, listening and watching his mother sobbing on Bob. He quietly got closer as Bob led her into the bedroom and closed the door.

He could hear Bob's voice reassuring Amy everything will be alright. What everything, what is wrong with my mother? He thought to himself.

He heard Amy ask Bob if he loved her, and with an unsure voice, an, "Of course, Ames" Then she began her terrifying story.

Friday, March 13, 1998

Tears rolled down Amy Duncan's face. She was young and still in her twenties when her nightmare began, a nightmare she didn't know would last for sixteen years.

"No, this can't be happening!" she cried as she looked at the double lines on a home pregnancy test. She knew this baby wasn't Bob's, she was absolutely sure, she was four weeks late and dizzy, and natious, and felt like she was going to throw up every moring.

"This isn't real!" Amy cried on the bathroom floor in the master bathroom.

"Mommy, what's wrong?" three year old Teddy Duncan stood in the doorway looking at her mother who was four weeks pregnant, crying on the floor.

Her mother smiled at her and replied "Nothing sweetheart, I just don't feel so good." she lied, that would be the first of many, she felt the pain in her stomach, but maybe it was just the baby.

Only God knew.

She stood up, her long blonde hair in messy curls down to the center of her back. She looked into her daughter's concerned brown eyes, and smiled. It was her first fake smile.

She picked up the young girl and walked into the master bedroom and sat her down on her side of the bed.

"Where's daddy?" Amy asked the girl, who was still in her nightgown. "He took, P.J. to school" she replied back, smiling.

Amy smiled at her youngest child and lifted her. They walked past P.J.'s room, and Teddy's and down into the kitchen. Amy sat down Teddy and started to make pancakes, she forgot that her makeup was all messed up and her mascara was smeared, but Teddy didn't care, she was too tired to notice, but Bob did.

The giant man walked through the kitchen, he was still in his twenties, he still had a head full of hair, and he kind of resembled an older looking P.J.

"Ames, what's wrong?" he stared at his beautiful wife, who's makeup was all smeared.

"Um, hey I need to talk to you when you get a chance." she said, there was a look on her face that scared Bob, but not her look meant to scare people.

"Okay," He replied.

They both walked into the living room, and sat down on the couch after Teddy announced she was going to go change in her room all by herself. That brought a smile to Amy's face, but it vanished as quick as it appeared.

"Bob, there is something that I need to tell you," Amy said, she couldn't look him in the eyes. Bob looked at her and smiled at her, he thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

He took his index finger and lifted her chin up so that he could look her in her beautiful blue eyes, there was a look in them thought that worried him.

"Ames, what's going on?" a tear rolled down her cheek as she mumbled the two words that they thought they would never hear from her mouth agian.

"I'm pregnant," she mumbled and looked at the confusion in his eyes, she knew what he was going to say next.

"Amy, how could you be pregnant, we haven't done anything to make sure!" he quietly said the last part, to make sure their four year old didn't hear him.

Amy's face dropped. And Bob couldn't believe it. He stood up, his face reddening looking at the woman he thought that loved him.

"Bob, please, you don't understand!" Amy stood up tears streaking down her face like raindrops on a window in a thunder storm.

"How did this happen! Who is he?" his voice scared the young Amy, she didn't know what to say, she didn't want him to know the truth, she was too ashamed.

"Well..." she started "It was four weeks ago..."

That was when Amy Duncan's nightmare began, and it had never ended, she thought it never would.

I left you guys on a cliff hanger! Don't worry, I'll update really soon, so you don't rip your hair out! Do you think it's a coincidence that Amy found out she was pregnant on Friday the Thirteenth? Did any of you guys see that? An Amazing fact, I looked at a 1998 calendar, and March 13 really is on a Friday! It was perfect! Please Review! I'm already working on Chapter three! It will be out soon! Chow!