A/N:: This chapter was emotional for me to write. I know most of you won't think this chapter is sad but due to personal reasons it was for me. Anyway I hope you all enjoy, if you have any questions feel free to ask them in a review. And I'll try my best to answer them.

Chapter 3 - Narrator (9:00 P.M.)

An hour after Christina took off out of Creston, Ray arrived home. He slowly made his way up to the dark house and opened the door. As soon as he unlocked the door and stepped inside he knew something was different.

"Chris? I'm home!" Ray yelled into the abandoned house but got no answer. "Christina? Are you here?" He yelled again still getting no response.

After getting no response the second time Ray quickly discarded his gun holster and placed it on the hook. He was just about to go up to Christina's room when the letter she wrote earlier dropped onto the floor.

He looked at it quickly and noticed it was addressed to him in Christina's writing. He picked it up slowly and began to shake as he opened the envelope. Deep down inside Ray knew something was wrong. Part of him didn't want to read the letter, but then again he needed to. He needed to know where Christina was and if she was ok.

Finally after minutes of contemplating his options, Ray retrieved the tear stain paper from the envelope and began to read.

Dear Dad,

Right about now your probably just getting home from work and are yelling my name throughout the house. But if you notice by this note and by my lack of a response I'm not there. I have taken it upon myself to leave Creston forever without looking back. Now before you go and jump to conclusions I want to let you know right now that the reason for my sudden departure has nothing to do with you. It has to do with me and a promise I made with myself months ago. For you to understand my promise, and my reason for leaving, I would have to take you back to when all of this first began. To when I first realized I was in love with Tim Quincy. Back to all the abuse I endured, and back to the child I lost because of it. Now this story will be fairly long so I suggest you sit down in your favorite chair and get comfortable.

Ray listened to Christina's request and made his way to the living room. He sat down quickly and placed a hand under his chin as he continued to read the letter.

Five years ago I realized I was in love with my best friend. With his black hair and blue eyes, He completely took my breath away. I didn't fully comprehend my feelings for him, all I knew was that every time he looked my way my heart sped up and my cheeks became painfully red.

I was fairly young when I realized this, maybe 12 or 13 and I were not even sure if it were love that I was feeling. But as time grew on so did my feelings.

He and I were the best of friends, partners in crime to our parents. We constantly got into trouble, stayed over each other houses, and told each other everything. But when I realized my feelings for him I became distant. I slowly stopped staying at his house. I stopped hanging out with him after school. I found new friends to talk to and I completely shut him out my life.

All of this happened when I was 15. And the only reason why I did it was because I wasn't too sure Tim felt the same way.

At the time he currently had a girlfriend and I felt I was no where as pretty as she was. And according to his friends I wasn't. She was head cheerleader and I was just the Tom Boy.

So I stayed away from him and started talking to his sister's Alicia and Rosemary more. They completely understood my feelings and were there to console me when I caught Tim and his girlfriend making out in his bedroom.

That's pretty much how it continued for a year. He went through girlfriend after girlfriend, and me little by little, I changed my ways to get him to notice me more. Then the summer of my 16th birthday when I came to visit you I changed the way I was dressing and I'm sure you remember this year because that's when I dragged you all the way to Seattle to take me shopping. Well when I arrived back home after that vacation he noticed the change. But of course I continued to ignore him and little by little he got more annoyed.

Finally, after weeks' Tim caught me by my self. I was walking home from the library and he pulled me into an alley and pushed me into the wall. Using his arms to block my way of leaving he began questioning me until I gave in. It was when I looked into his eyes that I broke down and told him everything.

After I was finished, he looked at me completely stunned. I guess it took him a couple minutes to digest it all because before I knew it his lips were pressed against mine and his arms were around my waist. When he pulled back, he told me he felt the same way for years now but was too afraid to act on his feelings. And from that day on we were a couple.

That's how it went for a year. As best friends we were joined at the hip, but as boyfriend and girlfriend we were damn near inseparable. We were in Love and no one ever doubted that we weren't. Then on the night of my 17th birthday Tim and I decided to give our selves to each other as a symbol of our love. That night will be forever burned into my brain. That's the night we proved our love to each other and it was the night that we were no longer boyfriend and girlfriend, but soul mates.

Some couple days later mom and her boyfriend Drew threw a dinner party at the house to announce their engagement. Everyone was there, including Tim and his family. That night was completely perfect. Or it was perfect until Tim pulled me into the back yard with the rest of his siblings and got down on one knee. He looked up at me with his famous crooked smile that always made me weak in the knees and pulled a small velvet box out his jacket pocket. I remember gasping as the box opened and a heart-shaped diamond ring appeared. As I continued to look at the ring Tim then grabbed my hand and asked me to marry him.

I was at a complete loss of words. I really don't remember what happened after he asked but the next thing I knew I was apologizing and running out the backyard and down the street. That night will be another night that is forever burned into my memories because that was the night I was drugged and raped.

I remembered running down the street to the bar. Once I got in there, I walked over to a bartender that knew me and Tim and ordered a Toasted Almond on the rocks. While sitting at my own little private table a man three years older than I sat down and sparked a conversation. Later on I found out he was Zane Lewis the man who ruined my life and still haunts my dreams at night.

We talked for an hour about everything and anything. I told him about Tim and how I was madly in love with him. I also told him about how he purposed to me and how I ran away.

Now don't get me wrong I loved Tim with all my heart and soul it's just that I wasn't ready for marriage especially at 17 years old. I mean you and mom married at a young age and look at what happened to you two. I just didn't want to end up like you and her.

Anyway, A couple minutes later I excused myself to the bathroom and when I came back there was a soda in the spot where my Toasted Almond once occupied. When I asked him about it he told me it was so I could sober up. Telling me about how I wouldn't want to go home drunk and get yelled at by my mom and Drew. I told Zane that wouldn't happen because they were away for the week on a business trip in New York. I remember him smiling mischievously before I took a long sip of my soda. And after that I don't remember anything else.

All I know was that I awoke in my room at 10:00 in the morning with a man I barely remembered laying next to me. I slowly looked on my night stand and seen my wallet, keys, cell phone and engagement ring on top of it. I then looked at my door when I saw something against it and once I did I locked eyes on the love of my life leaning in the door way with hatred and sadness in his eyes. I instantly jumped up and tried to explain but much to my horror when I looked down I was naked this only angered Tim more.

Dad, I swear to God, I never meant to hurt Tim. He meant the world to me, he was and still is the only man that can make my heart beat fast and slow at the same time.

But he didn't know that because I never got the chance to tell him. He just grabbed my ring off the night stand and storm out the house. I tried desperately to go after him, really I did but once I took a step toward the door Zane grabbed me and told me that if I went after him he would kill him, me, and our families. So I stayed, I had no choice because I feared for Tim's life. I felt that if protecting him and our family meant that I had to stay with Zane then I would do it, because that's how much I truly did love him.

Three days later after convincing mom and Drew that I no longer loved Tim, I found out he had his family left Los Angeles without a trace. After that night I cried for days. I also stopped eating and talking. But that didn't really matter because everyone I used to speak to either left or stopped talking to me because of the decisions I made.

I was completely devastated and heartbroken. Nothing and no one could fix or mend what I felt inside. I cried myself to sleep most nights and buried myself in my memories most days, but nothing replaced the void in my heart that Tim once claimed.

Two months after everything I found myself getting beat and raped on the daily bases. I also found myself getting extremely sick. By this time mom and Drew shut me out completely and I found out I was really alone in this world. And since they shut me out I couldn't go to them for comfort or help so I went to the doctor. I remember them prepping me for so many tests that it was ridiculous.

Now I know what your thinking I must have been really sick if I took myself to the hospital knowing how much I hate them. But to answer you yes, I was really sick. I was throwing up, my body was killing me, my sense of smell was haywire and I had the chills. And after sitting in the hospital for five hours I found out I was one month and three weeks' pregnant. That's right I was pregnant by the person I hated most in this world. The doctor then gave me a prescription for prenatal vitamins, and told me to come back in two months. Who knew that within the next two months I would be coming back but it wasn't for a checkup.

Two months later when I was four months pregnant I was rushed to the hospital where I lost my precious baby boy.

Earlier that night, before my trip to the hospital, at around 8:00, I was in the nursery trying to decide what color to decorate the walls, when Zane came stumbling into the house. Immediately I knew he was drunk. All I did was help Zane into the bed before going about my business.

I remember finally deciding on a soft yellow color with a little duck boarder when Zane came stumbling into the room yelling. He was going on about how the baby I was carrying wasn't his and that I cheated on him every chance I got. I tried telling him the baby was his but he didn't believe me. He just starting hitting and punching me over and over again and when I fell to the ground I curled up into a fetal position so he wouldn't harm the baby. I stayed like that until I felt it was safe enough to move.

After 10 minutes he didn't hit me again so I thought he was gone. Slowly I began uncurling myself from my position. I swear that was the worst move I could ever make in my life because after I unbent my legs Zane delivered hard kick to my stomach which released the most painful gut wrenching scream I ever heard escape from my lips. Almost instantly blood began to run down my legs.

Quickly sobering up Zane realized what he did and called 911. He lied to the operator telling him his fiancee fell down the steps and was losing the baby. That was the last thing I remembered before blacking out from the pain.

I woke up four hours later in a hospital with Zane right next to me. As soon as he saw my eyes open he threatened me and told me if I was to tell anyone what happened he would kill me just like he killed my baby. And as soon as 'killed my baby' came out his mouth I broke out into tears.

For the next week that's how I stayed, I was completely empty. I felt that my heart had stopped beating and that I no longer had anything to live for. And I didn't until one afternoon when I got a visit from the medical examiner who performed the autopsy on my son. She had come into my room while I was looking out the window and sat next to me. I slowly acknowledged her and then brought my attention back to the children playing in the playground. I only looked at her again when she grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. "Ms. Ryan." She whispered which cause me to tilt my head at her curiously. I asked her if there was anything I could do for her and she proceeded to tell me that the man I claimed as the father of my son on the death certificate was not his real father. I asked her how she knew and she told me because he ordered a DNA test done.

As soon as she said that I knew who the father was, and ordered for her to change the name of the father to Tim Quincy. It was right then and there that I vowed to get my revenge on Zane. I swore that my son was the last thing he was ever going to take from me.

It took six months to get my plan into order, and two weeks for it to be completed. For those six months I was working with the police to bring Zane down. And on July 23 at 6:00 P.M. Zane was caught red handed beating and raping me. He was immediately arrested and thrown in jail. I went down to the precinct, pressed charges, and made a video statement for the DA to use in court so I wouldn't have to be there.

And it was that night that I promised myself that if I ever ran into Tim again I would tell him everything that happened with Zane and how he and I had a son together that never got to fully enjoy his life because it was ended too soon by a monster. I also promised myself that no matter what I would see to it that Tim was happy even if I wasn't the cause of it.

A month later after Zane was convicted of all his crimes. I decided I was going to come live with you. I knew that no matter what you would be there for me and protect me from any and everything.

I can still remember your face when you opened the door in the middle of the night and saw me dripping wet from the rain. I also remember how you immediately opened your door for me and pulled me into a tight warm embrace. It didn't matter to you that I was dripping wet, all that mattered was that I was there and I thank you so much for all the love and support you showed me. I'm also sorry for lying to you about what happened to me the night I came, at the time I felt it was better if you just didn't know.

Anyway, It was during the end of August, while I was school shopping, that I first saw Tim. He was kissing and hugging on a girl at the local sporting goods store. And once I did my heart started beating a mile a minute. He wasn't even looking in my direction, but I swear as soon as I looked at him it was like something went off in him and made him turn in my direction and once he did he stopped what he was doing.

As soon as our eyes locked, I got scared and took off to my car. You would figure he would have stayed where he was seeing as he was with his girlfriend, but no he ran after me and when he finally reached me I was already inside my car trying to leave. Tim instantly opened the door and pulled me out demanding to know what I was doing there. Once he stopped screaming, I told him everything.

And that's when all of our arguments started. We could not have a decent conversation without him bringing up the past. He and I tried to go down the friendship route but that was a bust. And when I told him about our son Jonathan he went ballistic and threw that into the arguments as well. That's how it went for two and a half weeks.

Then on my 18th birthday I went to his house to see Rosemary and Alicia when he answered the door. He told me that they were out with Joel, Nathan, Marie, and Marc and if I wanted to I could sit there and wait. So me being stupid Christina, stayed, it didn't take long for Tim to start talking and for him to start bringing up the past. And like always we started arguing, but this one argument ended differently than any other one we had before. This argument ended with me and him sleeping together. It wasn't supposed to happen and once we finished he told me it didn't change anything between me and him, and that he doesn't trust me anymore. That was the last day I saw him until today and it was today that I decided I needed to leave.

As you know for the past couple days, I was feeling sick. Well today after school I had scheduled a doctor's appointment. To confirm if what I thought was wrong with me was true, but I never got to the doctor because Tim saw me run out of home room this morning and decided to question me in the parking lot. I told him what was wrong with me wasn't his problem and once again we started arguing. After I told him I might be pregnant, he got furious and stormed off. He wasn't paying attention after I told him and didn't see Tyler heading right toward him and once he did it was too late. Tyler sent him flying down the parking lot.

It was while I was sitting in Tim's hospital room that I decided to leave. I'm doing this for him, so he can be happy and live his life stress free without worrying about me and the problems I will cause. I don't ever want anyone to doubt my love for him because I don't.

Tim was and still is my everything. He's my best friend, my partner in crime, the love of my life and my soul mate. It's going to take sometime for me to get over him but it'll be worth it when one day I find out he got married and made a family. That's all I wish for him, happiness, love, faith, and trust because without those you don't have the perfect Romeo and Juliet love that you search your whole life looking for.

Dad, I hope that after reading basically my whole life story you understand why I did what I did and why his happiness is all I care about. He deserves to make a life with someone new. I know now that I am the cause of his unhappiness. So I took it upon myself to fix it. Dad, please don't be mad at me because I did this for love.

I love you, Dad and once I get to my destination I will call you and let you know I'm ok. Love you lots.

Your Daughter,

Christina "Chris"

Ray sat there looking at the papers in his hands with tears in his eyes. He had no idea his daughter went through so much. He also hated himself for not being there when she had no one. But more than anything he was furious with Valerie for abandoning their daughter in her time of need. He swore that he would call Valerie tomorrow and give her a piece of his mind. But right now, all he cared about was his little girl.

He sighed silently as he leaned back in his chair. He understood why she did it, and he wasn't mad after all she did it all for love. He just hoped she was ok.

Ray fell asleep a few minutes later holding onto Christina's letter tightly, and hoping she was safe.

Finished. Plz review, some flames are accepted just don't hurt my feelings with them thanks :-). Questions are also accepted any question I receive I'll be sure to answer in my next update.

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