Hi:D I love you all soooooooooooooooooooo much! I got so many emails, that I had to turn of my phone for the night;P I never thought my story would be so populair! And to the link: Sorry about that, A guy I know, told me to do it. He's an internet genius, I'm still trying to figure out, what Facebook is. Here's what to do, to see the dress:

Go To Amazon.

Search: Dollie and Me.

And then it's the blue dress with butterflies, called: Dollie and Me 2-6X Butterfly Striped dress with doll outfit.

And I'm hoping I can upload twice this week, because, next week I'm off to my grandparents and helping them, with their lambs. And I don't know If I can upload:'(

Wish me luck! (Lambs is greedy little beasts)

P.s. the girl on the picture is Claire Geare. She plays along with her older Sister Taylor Geare in Dream House. Amazing movie, Daniel Craig is in it.

Christian's POV:

"Mom?" I thought. "No! This isn't the crack whore, it's Ana, Hope's mother."

She was laying on the floor, covered in blood, glass and dust. The memory of the crack whore, kept pushing on, but now was not the time. Hope need help and so did Ana.

Hope walked by Ana and into, another room. She came out a few secunds after with a pillow and a blanket. She liftet Ana's head up and layed the pillow, under her head. She then, put the blanket over Ana's body, and layed her doll down to her.

She looked at us, "We have to be quiet. Mommy's sleeping."

Mom walked over to Hope squatted infront of her, "Honey, we have to take your mother to the hospital, are there some people around here, who you could stay with, until your mommy's okay?"

Hope shoke her head, "No, we only have grandpa, but he felt down and hurted his leg."

I frowned, "What about your grandmother? Don't you have a grandmother?"

Hope shoke her head, once again, "Mommy say, that grandma don want me or mommy, cus mommy got me. She dosn sound like a nise peson."

"Honey," Mom started, "You talked about a man? Mr. Bastian? Is he a cop?"

Hope smiled a big smile, "Yes. He is very nise man. He got really long beard and he always let me turn the blue and red lights."

I walked closer to Hope and looked down at her, "Do you know, how we can get in touch with Mr. Bastian?" I asked her.

She nodded and pointed out to, what I think, was the kitchen. "The phone is out there and then I can call him." She said, looking proud.

"Come on, honey," Mom said, taking Hope's hand, "Let's go out and call Mr. Bastian."
Hope nodded and leaded Mom to the kitchen.

I finally got a chance to look around. The living was the same size as my bathroom; There was an old couch, a small TV, some toys and a lot of drawings.

I walked into another room and it was the bathroom, who was the size of my closet. A toilet, a sink, a shower and a plastic tub about Hope's size.

There was only one room back, besides the kitchen. I frowned. One more room? Then one of them must sleep on the couch.

I walked into the room, where Hope had came out with pillow and blanket earlier, and stopped.

There was one bed in the middle, a closet, a mirror and a picture on a nightstand.

I walked over and took the picture up. Hope and Ana was smiling and sitting in a garden with an older man. It must be Ray, the grandfather.

"Christian?"

I turned around. Mom was standing in the doorway. I put the picture down, again and followed her out the room.

"What is it, mom?" I asked concerned.

The truth was, that I really cared about Hope. When I looked at her, I saw a little lost child. Something I knew about. Don't know what's wrong with your mother. You are going home with some strangers, and the only thing you want, is your mother, but you can't get her.

Hope is like my past. She's like a mirror. Everytime I look at her, I see myself.

"Mr. Bastian will be here in a few minutes. Apparently, Ana has got a lot of trouble with men. The whole station knows her," Mom had tear in her eyes, as she said that, "She's only twenty-two, but she got raped as only seventeen years old, then her mother disconnet all contact to her and she had to raise her child alone, with only some help with her father. She doesn't have any friends, all her time goes to Hope. We have to help her, Christian, we have to."

"Don't worry mom," I said, trying to comfort her, "I will help her, I promise."

"Okay," Mom nodded, "Okay."

We walked out to Hope, who was sitting with Ana and brushing her hair.

She looked up as we walked in, "I have tal to Mr. Bastian and he's coming now."

Phone-conversation between Hope/Grace and Mr. Bastian.

"Hello?" Bastian.

"Mr. Bastian, Is Hope."

"Hope! Is there anything wrong?"

"I'm home with Mrs. Grace and Mr. Christian. Mommy's sleeping again and we don't know how to wake her up."

"Hope, can I talk to Mrs. Grace or Mr. Christian?"

"Okay. One moment... Hello? I'm Grace."

"Nice to meet you Ma'am. Sorry for this question, but, what are you doing in Hope and Ana's house?"

"My son, Christian, came home earlier with Hope. Apparently, Ana had given Hope to Christian and then Christian took her home to us, because I'm a peditrician. Hope showed us the way and now we are here."

"I see. Is Ana there?"

"Yes. She laying on the floor and she is black and purple of beaing beaten, there is glass and blood all over her."

"I will call the rest of my people. We will be there in a few minutes. Don't touch her or leave her."

"WAIT! I need to know what has happened to her."

"When she was seventeen, she was raped and then Hope came. Her mother disconnected all contact to her, saying: 'That she was an irresponsible girl and it was her own fault.' Since she had been abused by seventeen mens, and has been trying to get her graduate. Her grandfather has lived with her the first years and she got her graduate a few months ago. She now works in a DIY store."

"That is terrible!"

"Yes, it is. We will be on our way in a few minutes."

"Okay."

Phone-conversation end.

(Still Christian's POV!)

As Hope finished talking, the police and an ambulace was here. A man with long white beard and bearbelly came out and run (surprising fast) inside. "Hope?!" He yelled. Hope jumped up and run into his arms, "Mr. Bastin," she mumbled into his beard. "Are you okay, princess?" He asked concerned. She nodded and pointed at us, "this is Mrs. Grace and Mr. Christian. They bought a new dress for me and Lily," She said.

Mr. Bastian smiled, "It's some very nice dresses."

The smiled faded from his face as he looked at Ana, "We are going to take your mommy to the hospital and then she will be fine, okay?"

Hope nodded. "But where am I going to be?"

Those words said click for me.

I stepped forward.

"I'll take her."