/Dianna POV/

I look around at the policewomen and policemen that surround me. Behind me, Elizabeth grips my shoulder for encouragement while acting as my lawyer (though I have no money to my name). She and I talked over how to handle the situation. Apparently, my parents did file a 'missing person' report. I turned myself in and the police are making calls and e-mailing other branches to alert them of my return. I'm not sure if it's the baby making nauseated or the stress. We've been here since eight this morning and I've given countless statements. Only the good Lord is going to get me through this without dying or bursting out in tears.

What could I have been thinking? I'm only 14 years old. There's no way that I could manage to be a stay-at-home mom, work, and school. Would I even attempt school. It's illegal to not go, right?

"They're not going to send me back, are they?"

"I don't know. Try to remain calm. You've done nothing wrong. You did your best to get out of a bad situation. Your mother was trying to get you to kill your baby and you couldn't handle the guilt of that. Before, you've told me that you were often forced to receive certain treatments of punishment such as her taking away meals from you and hiring exercising coaches to work with you overtime. Not that there's physical evidence of this, but can you give a convincing statement?"

"I don't know."

"You're gonna have to. Unless you wanna end up back in your parents hands, you have got to be convincing."

"I don't care about me. I just don't want my baby around her." When the words slip from my mouth the tears pour from my eyes. Realization is starting to set in. "I'm going to lose the baby anyway. I tried so hard."

"We've not lost yet. Keep your head up. We're going to talk everything over and then see what's best for everyone."

"She can never have my baby. Even if that means that I have to give her away. My child never has to have the life I did."

"We'll see where this all takes us."

Both of us look up as boots click on the floor towards us. "Excuse me, Mrs. Elizabeth Enhart and Ms. Dianna Johnson?"

"Yes?" We rise from the chairs.

"Is it understood that Dianna will be in your care for the time being, Mrs. Enhart?"

"I wasn't made aware, but that can be arranged."

"Good. You two are free for tonight. Take Ms. Johnson to your home and we'll call you when there's an update."

"Alright. Thank you."

/The trial takes 3 months. The judge and jury's final decision is to let Dianna finish her pregnancy out in New York since she doesn't feel safe having the baby around her mother. Dianna hand picked the couple that will be taking her baby (our Fang). Lots of time and research went into finding the right parents. After she has Logan (the name she hand picked for Fang) she will return to Florida. Her mother's one request was that Dianna have no further contact with Logan after she gives birth. Unfortunately, since Dianna is underage she really isn't getting a say in the matter. It sucks. Dianna holds her baby once before the people that she thought would care for her child took him to a lab. /