Every night, I would have nightmares. I would wake up screaming, shaking, and sweating. A nurse would rush in and calm me down. I'd once again imagine Caressa being taken and killed. I would also have nightmares, where I was stuck in a dark room. There were a thousand other people, screaming at me that I'm a bad mother. That I let a man kill my child. That was the worst.

It was two days after the accident.

Nobody was allowed to visit me, because I was 'mentally not stable'. But, today was the day anybody could come. All I wanted was one person; Arnold.

I looked around the room, and finally noticed I was by myself. One room all to myself. I could her beeping coming from my monitor, and ambulances from the streets below. For hours, I stared at the door handle, waiting for it to open. I started thinking Arnold wouldn't come. Maybe the doctors told him I lost my baby, and he thought I was a terrible mother. Maybe he thought I was such a bad person, he didn't want to see me. At this thought, I started hyperventilating. My heart rate went up, and tears started swelling. I had managed to keep my crying to a minimum, but thinking about Arnold not wanting me, hurt more than anything.

In the middle of me sobbing, the door handle slowly opened. Then he walked in. My face lit up, and started crying joyous tears. He walked/jogged over.

"I...thought...you weren't...going...to come..," I said between sniffles.

He caressed my face, before bringing his face down to mine. The first kiss in days. It just felt good. Afters a few seconds, he began to speak.

"Why wouldn't I come?" He stared at me confusingly, his eyebrows furrowed.

"They haven't told you yet...have they." I started crying loudly. The fact that I lost my baby really hit me. I couldnt take it anymore.

He lightly twisted his arms around my body, and kissed my head. "Shh...shh," he whispered softly. "Don't worry about anything right now."

I couldn't keep it from him any longer. "I can't help but worry!" I screamed. "My baby died," I said more quietly. "Evangeline died...". I whispered. I started crying profusely. I leaned my head into Arnold's shoulder. "I let my baby die!" I shouted.

For a few seconds he was silent. He just locked his eyes on mine. Then, he started tearing up. He hugged me tighter. "Helga..." He said. I'd never seen him cry like that before. "It wasn't your fault Helga. You have to know it wasnt your fault at all." He stroked my head. I could feel his chest rising and falling fast. He didn't try to hide his tears.

"I could've done something to save her! Why does nobody see this is all my fault!" my voice started rising, before I whispered again, "It's all my fault..."

Arnold pushed away from me, his hands on my shoulders. He leaned in to kiss me. His hands moved up and down my back, slowly. On my cheeks, I could feel tears from his cheeks. "What can I do to make you see that it's not your fault?", his voice was gentle yet had a tone of urgency. "I hate seeing you like this," he began. "You've gone through way too much, and I wasn't there to help you; because I'm a terrible person! That's the difference between you and me. You're the most spectacular and loving person I know. Helga I love you so much! No matter what happened, you have to know it wasn't your fault...", he started sniffling between phrases. "Helga, please believe me. Nothing in the past or present was your fault. I'm going to stick with you forever. I love you too much to ever leave you. You will always have somebody that truly loves you. And that baby is going to love you even more. And when the time comes, we'll tell him what happened, and even he will see that this was not your fault. Nothing was ever your fault." He lifted my head to his lips.

My cheeks started turning red. He made my stomach flip. I was starting to understand what he was trying to say. "Arnold...thank you so much." Then I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for kiss. He was rubbing my arms. "Ow...", I tried to say quietly. I was so tender, and I just realized it.

Arnold pulled back. His eyes were wide open. "Helga! I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you. Maybe I should just let you rest. Obviously you're still hurting everywhere." He started to stand up uncomfortably.

I ignored the pain in my arm, and I grabbed the back of his shirt, forcing him to sit down. I looked at him for a few seconds, before I locked both my arms on his neck. I made our lips touch. Whenever I kiss Arnold, I feel safe, like nobody can ever hurt me again. And that's what I'm making myself believe. Nobody will ever hurt me again. I'm stronger than that.

We sit there, our lips meeting, for a few minutes. I pushed the pain in my body to the back of my head, and focused on Arnold. Arnold's kisses were becoming more intense, like he was hungry for more. I couldn't say that I wasn't enjoying it, but he was being a little too aggressive. I released my lips from his.

I spoke first. "Arnold, I would love to just sit here kissing you for hours on end. But slow down there, buddy", I said playfully. "I mean, I was attacked a few days ago, Football-Head." He laughed slightly, and showed a little smile. I could tell he was glad that I was feeling well enough to use humor. He kissed me again.

Before we could lip-lock even more, the doctor walked in. Arnold released his lips from mine. I stared at him, his cheeks going hot. I giggled slightly at his embarrassment.

The doctor ambled over, his shoes making the noise of horses on the tile floor. Arnold got up from the bed, and sat in the chair next to me instead. The doctor took his place on the other side.

His voice was so calming. "Hello, Helga. How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling ok. Not in too much pain or anything." I forced myself to sound cool and collected. I wanted to speak to Arnold, not him.

"How are you taking things mentally?". That question hit me the hardest. I could feel the lump in my throat when you cry, building.

I processed his questions for a few seconds. Then said, "I'm a lot better now than I was a few hours ago."

His face showed a little concerning smile. "That's good to hear." He turned his body to Arnold. "I'm afraid sir, that I need to talk to Helga alone. Visiting hours are over." He sounded so gentle, yet firm.

Arnold stood up, and stared at me. He leaned in, and kissed me on my cheek. His lips were warm, and were just what I needed. He walked to the door, and left.

"I take it he is your boyfriend?" My stomach felt like I had a million butterflies.

I said proudly, "Yes, he is."

"So, Helga. The reason I wanted to talk to you alone, wasn't about your health. It's more about what happened that night. The cops have asked me, to ask you if you're up to telling them what occurred."

I took in some deep breaths. "Yes, I'm ready."

In about two hours, the cops came. Only one walked into the room. The doctor couldn't even come in.

He walked to my bedside. "Hello . I assume they told you why I'm here."

"Yes they did.". I was going to keep my answers short. Or at least try to. Talking was still an exhausting task to do.

"Ok, well first off, all we want to know, is the story from your perspective. Try to keep in all the details. In order to form a good file against the attacker, we need to know everything." He didn't make me feel as calm as the docotor or Arnold did.

"Well first off, it was around two AM. I heard some rustling from the living room, so a waited a few seconds to see if it was my imagination. I heard the sound again, which was the sound of a door handle trying to be broken. I walked out of my bed, and I locked my daughters room."

He interrupted me. "Why did you lock your daughters room?"

"Because I thought at the time if he was trying to kidnap her, that one little step could save her life." I looked at him for approval to go on. He nodded his head. "Then I walked to the living room, and saw nobody was there. The sound came again, so I grabbed an umbrella, hoping I could use it as self-defense. I stood behind the door, and it whisked open. I hit the man over his head, and he turned around. He took my shoulders, and threw me onto the ground. I screamed at him to stop, but he wouldn't. He punched, and kicked me until I was crying and screaming. But then I stopped crying, because I didn't want him to get the satisfaction that he craved."

"You know who attacked you, correct?"

"Yes, by my ex-husband, Rob. I caught him cheating a little awhile ago, and he left without a word. I guess he wanted to see me suffer." Reliving why he did it, seemed so ridiculous.

"Continue on, ." He said. While I was speaking he was recording me.

"A few minutes after I stopped screaming, he hurting me. When I looked at him, he had a knife in hand. He pierced my arm with it, really slowly. Then I said, 'Rob, please stop'. He brought the knife up, and stabbed me somewhere. At the point I think I passed out..." My voice quietly trailed off. Then I remembered something even more important. "He killed my child." I looked up to the officer, who was looking at me caringly. "After that, I woke up in here."

"Thank you for telling me everything . You have my condolences."

He then continued to speak to me about what happened. My neighbor heard me screaming, and rushed in. Luckily he was strongly built, and had a good throw. He punched Rob in the head, which caused him to pass out. He proceeded to call 911. They caught Rob, and he is now waiting for his future in prison. I had gotten justice.

Arnold visited me everyday, along with Caressa. She was so happy to see me. She tapped my stomach like bongos, laughing every time.

I was now eight months pregnant. My stomach was like a mountain. My hair was finally down to my shoulders, still containing its wavy look. I was glad I had my hair back. I hated getting the stares from everybody.

One morning of still being in the hospital, I awoke. My stomach was wrenching, and I had sharp pains. I knew immediately what it was. I rang the bell next to my bedside, and a few minutes later, my usual nurse walked in.

"What is it sweetie?" She asked calmly.

"It's time. I'm going into labor." I grabbed my stomach, knowing that soon I would be holding Chance in my arms. I had grown to tell myself that it wasn't my fault that Evangeline died. I saved one child, and that's more than enough.

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