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Chapter Six: Missing

"Well, Mrs. Huwig, I'm pretty sure that we're about done here. Is there anything else you would like me to explain before I leave?" Sadria shook her head slowly, "No. I'm pretty sure I understand. This is all the paperwork that I need to fill out?" The lawyer gathered all of his things together, standing up. "That's all you need to fill out. Just give me a call when you're finished with it." She nodded, looking at the papers in front of her. She studied them carefully.

The lawyer watched her for a few more minutes. He shook his head a bit, sighing. He then walked away, heading out of the cafe. She continued to study the paperwork when Acronell walked into the cafe. He went to the counter, handing Hugh his usual box of donuts. "Thanks, hun. How is she doing? She was back there with a lawyer but he just left." Acronell looked to the back spotting her. "Actually, she's been a bit reserved since that night. She's hurting pretty badly. I hate to see her like this, but I know that she needs support." He shook his head, walking over to Sadria.

He sat down next to her, looking over the papers briefly. "You actually going to go through with it? I mean, you don't have to do it right now if you don't really want to." She looked at him, tears swelling up in her eyes. "The sooner I get this done, the sooner I can move on with my life." He looked at her a bit confused,"Grieving is a natural process. What do you need to move on so fast for?" Sadria looked down at her stomach, rubbing it gently. "Because I'm pregnant." He just stared at her, not completely believing what he had just heard. "Pre.. pregnant?" She shook her head yes.

He just stared at her, "He got you pregnant How long have you been pregnant?" She sighed, "At least a month or two." Oh.... Well, if you need help raising the child, I'll be glad to." She looked back at him, tears falling from her eyes. He watched her, looking a bit sad himself. "I'm going to keep it whether he's the father or not...." Acronell reached over and placed a hand on hers. "Don't worry about it. I said I would help and I intend to." She looked down again, sighing a bit. He pulled her over onto his lap, running hi hands through her hair. She buried her face in his chest, still crying. He then wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her.

He picked up the paper work, skimming through it really quickly. He set it back onto the table then rested his chin upon the top of Sadria's head. She moved her head to his shoulder as he began to run his fingers through her hair again. "Shh. It's fine. There is no need to cry." She looked up at him, kissing his cheek gently. He tried to wipe the tears from her eyes and kissed her forehead. She rested her head back on his shoulder, trying to not cry anymore.

Just then, Nina and Aunt Turtle walked into the cafe. They looked around and spotted Acronell, though they couldn't see Sadria. They walked over and saw that Sadria was on his lap, trying to not cry. They both sat down on either side of them, watching Sadria closely. Sadria looked over at them and smiled faintly. Nina sighed, "Are you okay, hun? Anything we can do to help?" She just looked down at the papers on the table then at Nina. "I'm fine. I just need to get this done and over with. All I have to do is move on with my life." She placed her hand back on her stomach as she closed her eyes and sighed.

Both Nina and Aunt Turtle reached for the papers since they were curious about them. They stopped and asked in unison, "Are those the divorce papers?" Sadria nodded a bit, resting her head back on Acronell's shoulder. They looked at her in awe. "You're actually going to divorce him?" Sadria sighed, nodding again. Nina looked at Aunt Turtle, smiling a bit. Aunt Turtle looked back at her, giggling. They both turned back to Sadria, "Aww! We're proud of you! You didn't need him anyways." Sadria rolled her eyes then sat up. She looked back and forth between them.

They were both smiling at her still. She quirked a brow at them, wondering what they were thinking now. They continued to smile, making Sadria feel a bit uncomfortable. "W.. what?" They giggled, "You two look so cute together! Are you two dating now?" Sadria and Acronell both turned red and looked at each other. They looked a bit terrified at the same time, since neither of them had really thought about it. Then Aunt Turtle chimed in, "You know, it wouldn't be a bad idea if you two did date." Sadria and Acronell turned a brighter shade of red as they looked at Aunt Turtle. "W... what?" Nina and Aunt Turtle started giggling at them.

Hugh over heard all of the giggling and looked in their direction. He could see how bright red Sadria and Acronell both were. He chuckled a bit and made his way over to them. He stood behind Acronell and Sadria, listening to the conversation. Then, Nina remembered something. "Sadria, aren't you still... you know?" Sadria looked at her, "pregnant? Yes." Acronell wrapped his arms tighter around her, "And I'm to help take care of 'em. Which ever it turns out to be." Nina's jaw dropped, "You're going to keep it? Even though it's Marc's?" Sadria nodded gently, placing her hands on her stomach again.

Hugh shook his head slowly, still listening. He walked further into the group then reached down and hugged Sadria. "At least you figured out what you're going to do." He stood back, not trying to fully get into the conversation. He was having more fun just listening to it. The, he snickered again, "Sadria, you two do make a cute couple. Why aren't you dating yet?" Sadria turned a brighter red, "Why are you guys doing this to me? It's torture!" They laughed at her as she buried her face into Acronell's chest.

Acronell looked at her, "Come on, let's go. I'll take you home." Sadria then stood up and looked around. "I'll talk to you all later." Acronell stood up as well and escorted her out of the cafe. Once outside, Acronell turned to Sadria, "Let's go out somewhere. Maybe to get a bite to eat?" Sadria blushed a bit, looking away.  "I suppose that it couldn't hurt. Where would we go, though?" "I have a place in mind, thar is, if you wouldn't mind going somewhere and not know where you're going." She looked around trying to figure out where he would think of taking her. "I have no problem with that."

Sadria walked to her car, looking back up at him. "Are we meeting there or... what?" Acronell walked to his car as well, "I'll follow you home so you can get ready. I have extra clothes in my car that I can change into." Sadria nodded and got into her car. She waited for him then lead the way back to her house. They both pulled into her driveway and she got out of her car, walking to the front door to unlock it. Acronell gathered his clothes from his back seat as Sadria went inside. She put her paperwork on her kitchen table so that she wouldn't forget about it later. Acronell then walked into the house as well, closing the door behind him.

"So is this place a formal or a casual place?" "Heh, it's formal. Go get ready. I'll use the downstairs bathroom." Sadria nodded then headed upstairs to find something to wear. She went into her room and searched through her closet. She found her beautiful crimson gown and decided that that was what she'd wear. She slipped out of her clothes and into the gown then made her way to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror at herself then began to do her hair. She quickly put make-up on, looking herself over in the mirror.

"Are you ready, Sadria?" Sadria fixed a stray hair on her head then began for the stairs, "Yea, I'm coming now." She slowly made her way to the bottom of the stairs where Acronell was waiting for her. He just stared at her like he had the first day he had met her. She blushed a bit and looked away from him. "If you don't like it, I could change." He shook his head, "No, I like it. You look more beautiful than ever." She blushed a bit more. He took her hand and lead her to the door, opening it for her. He then escorted her to the passenger side of his car, opening the car door for her as well.

Acronell ran back, locking the front door. He then came back to his car, getting in the driver's side. "So where are we going again?" "It's a secret, remember? You said you didn't care if I took you to a place and you didn't know where." She sighed, "I know, but I hate surprises." He laughed a bit and drove off to a really fancy restaurant.

After an hour or two, Acronell and Sadria drove back to Sadria's. Sadria slipped out of the car and unlocked the front door, laughing and smiling with Acronell. They walked inside, hanging up their coats. Sadria walked into the kitchen as Acronell went into the living room. Sadria stopped dead in her tracks, however, her eyes focused on the man sitting at her kitchen table. She dropped her purse on the floor and began to slowly back up. Unfortunately, she backed into the wall.

Marc approached her more quickly than she had backed up. He pinned her against the wall, staring deep into her eyes. "Changing the locks on me was a bad idea, hun." Her eyes began to tear up as he placed pressure to her wrists, which he was pinning her by. "Just look at what I had to do to the back door!" She glanced over at the busted back door then returned her eyes upon him. "Please, Sadria, take me back. I miss you and love you!" Tears started streaming down her face as Marc pressed his body against hers, his face just inches from hers. "You know, 'til death do we part."

Acronell walked into the kitchen, wondering what was taking Sadria so long. He spotted the back door which was busted open and looked around frantically. There, on the other side of the kitchen was Marc, pinning Sadria to the wall. Marc tried to kiss her, but she kept moving, crying. Acronell became angry at the sight of this and walked up behind Marc. He grabbed him by the back of his collar, tearing him away from Sadria. She dropped to the floor, watching the two of them, in tears. "Why the hell are you back here? And why are you bothering her?"

Marc turned around and looked at Acronell. "What does it matter to you? I'm her husband, not you." Acronell then punched Marc in the face, making him fall to the floor. "You're not going to be her husband for very long. She's filing for divorce." Marc looked horrified, glancing back at Sadria. She just sat there watching, dazed. he turned back to Acronell, "You put her up to that, didn't you? You wanted her for yourself so you had to go and spoil my fun, then you put her up to divorcing me!" Acronell shook his head a bit, "You're pathetic! She decided to divorce you on her own! She didn't even believe me that you were cheating until she saw it herself!"

Acronell walked over to the counter and surveyed the knives on it. Marc got up and walked over to him. "Lies! I don't believe you! You put her up to it!" Marc balled his hands into fists as Acronell picked up the biggest knife he could find then turned around. Upon turning around, the knife went straight through Marc's neck with ease, decapitating him. "Well now you can't hurt or bother her anymore, you pitiful soul." Sadria stared at the blood gushing out of Marc as a smiled appeared on her face.

Acronell dropped the knife in the sink, plugging the sink first. "Sadria, hun. Could you get me some bleach to clean this knife off?" Sadria stood up and looked at the body on the floor. "Good thing my kitchen is white and can be easily cleaned." She left the room for a few minutes then came back carrying a bottle of bleach. She handed it to Acronell who then began to clean the knife thoroughly. She brought out a cleaning bucket, pouring some bleach, alcohol, and cleansing powder into it. "Can you drag the body to the basement while I clean the kitchen?"

Acronell nodded, picked up the body, and took it to the basement. Sadria grabbed a pair of gloves and began to clean. Acronell came back up, grabbing a pair of gloves himself. He then began to help her clean. By the time everything was spotless, they were exhausted. They emptied out the bucket, replaced the knife, and headed to bed. Sometime while Sadria was still sleeping, Acronell made his way to the kitchen. He placed the area to look like a break in. He moved to the living room and did the same thing. He went back to bed after that, turning on some music in the process.

One of the neighbor had heard the commotion when Acronell was in the kitchen. They had also seen the back door broken open. They ended up calling the police, worried about Sadria and Acronell. When the cops showed up, however, Sadria was still sleeping. Acronell had woken up when he had heard the sirens. He smiled gently to himself then began to look a bit worried. He could hear the cops in the living room. He shook Sadria awake, "Hun, wake up. The cops are here!"

Sadria woke up suddenly and stared at him, frightened. He smiled, "I'll explain later." They both got up and opened the door, walking downstairs. Upon seeing the living room, Sadria looked terrified as Acronell looked worried. "W.. what happened?!" The cops looked at them both. "Are you Sadria and Acronell?" They both nodded slowly. "Do you have any idea what happened here?" Sadria slid down against the wall, "My house... my beautiful house... Who would do such a thing?" The cop watched her, convinced that she didn't know.

"We've taken finger prints on the door. We believe that it was Marc Huwig, your husband, ma'am. Do you know why he would have broken in?" She looked up at the cop. "Marc? I... I haven't seen him since I kicked him out. I have the divorce papers in the.kit.. kitchen.... I was filing for divorce, but.. why would he break into my home? He was the one cheating on me!" Tears began to stream down her face as Acronell sat on the stairs, trying to comfort her.

The cop shook his head a bit, "We found the divorce papers, but you may want to contact your lawyer to get more." She looked at him a bit puzzled, "Why?" The cop held up the folder the papers were in and opened it. The papers were shredded to pieces, some even burnt. More tears streamed down her face and the cop looked around at the others. "We all done here?" The others nodded, having gotten the evidence they needed. The cop turned back to Sadria, "Go ahead and clean up the place. We've got the evidence we need. We won't need to come back and survey the house again. I'll also send someone out to help you clean up." Then the cops left the house.

Sadria looked at Acronell and he sighed. "Later. I want to make sure they're gone before I spill." She sighed as well, "Fine, but remember, I shed tears for your little cover up." Sadria had known that they had left. She could see the cars from the living room window. He moved into the living room and started to clean up. She sat there for a few seconds then got up and helped. Soon, someone pulled up in front of the house. They knocked on the front door, which Acronell answered. It was the person to help clean. Sadria looked up and smiled weakly.

After a couple of hours of cleaning the house, the 'help' finally left. Sadria glared at Acronell then turned around and walked up the stairs. Acronell followed her and grabbed her around the waist. He pulled her to him and kisses her neck gently. "Still mad at me? After what I had done to throw off the cops?" Sadria shrugged him off and walked into the bedroom. He caught up to her again and spun her around to face him. He kissed her gently then whispered in her ear, "Go out with me."

Sadria backed up a bit and looked at him. She wasn't sure if she had heard him correctly. He smirked, "Come on. We've been seeing each other for a while now. Let's make it official." Sadria sat down on the bed, thinking things over in her head. She stared down at the floor, trying to decide what to do. She looked back up at him, a smile spreading across her face. "Of course I will. We have been seeing each other for a while and everyone wants us to."

He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her. "You know, we have to tell everyone now." She laughed a bit at his reaction, "I know. Won't they be happy to hear the news." She stood up the best she could with Acronell still clinging on to her. She laughed, trying to push him off of her. "You don't want to hurt a pregnant woman, do you?" He reluctantly let go of her and stood up as well.

She walked past him to the door, "When do you think we should tell them?"  He laughed as he walked to her, "Tonight, of course." She walked out of the bedroom then downstairs. She walked into the kitchen and began to cook something up. Acronell drifted downstairs and leaned against the kitchen door frame. He watched as she cooked breakfast for the both of them. He then walked over to her and began to help her cook.  She left him to cook as she set the table for the two of them.

They set down and ate after Acronell finished cooking. They took their time eating then cleaned up their mess. Sadria picked up the phone and began to call everyone. They were all excited about getting together that night, but Sadria refused to tell anyone why she was having them get together.  Acronell took her in his arms and carried her to the couch once she was off the phone. He layed her down, resting her head in his lap. She grabbed the remote and turned on the t.v.

She flipped through the channels, trying to fins something good on. She stopped, however, catching a glimpse of two missing children. She turned the volume up to hear it a bit better. "We'll have more about the two missing children at ten o'clock this evening." She shook her head a bit then looked at Acronell. He smiled at her then leaned down and kissed her gently. "Come on or we'll be late to our own celebration."

Sadria drug herself up to get ready to leave. Acronell smiled at her, seeing no sense in her worrying about her appearance when he already thought she was beautiful. He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her. "You're beautiful already. There is no need for all of this. Now, let's get going." She nodded and kissed him as they left the house. "I want to be back in time for that news report at ten, if that's okay with you." He nodded as they got into the car and drove off.

Acronell laughed as he opened the door for Sadria. She danced into the house, staring at her hand. He closed the door behind him, still chuckling. "I take it that you like it." She stopped dead in her tracks, looking at him. "Like it? Are you kidding? I love it!" She returned to dancing, making her way into the living room. She sat down on the couch, still staring at the ring on her finger. Acronell walked in as well, sitting next to her. "Good. I figured it would be a great surprise."

She laughed a bit, turning on the t.v. "It was a great surprise." The news then came on. "The two missing children, Bobby Marshall and Billy Baker have been missing for approximately 72 hours now. They were last seen at school and they never returned home. There is currently no lead as to where they could have gone. If anyone has any information about their whereabouts, please let the police department know. They need all the help they can get on this one. Now, after the break, we'll have an interview with their parents."

Chapter Five: Betrayal of Trust

    "I already told you that I'm not giving my friends up just to sit around bored and waiting for you." Sadria stormed from the kitchen, carrying a plate of food. She walked to the couch and sat down. She grabbed the remote, turning the channel on the tv. Marc walked into the living room, a plate of food in his hands also. "I never said that you had to sit around bored all day. I'm just tired that you're late for everything." Marc sat next to her, beginning to eat his food. Sadria glared at him, eating her food as well. "Just drop it. I told you what I was going to do, or rather not do. I'm not going to change my mind about it."

    Marc looked at her, finishing his food. He put his plate down on the table,
still looking at her. "I hate you being late for everything. The only reason you are late is because of your friends." Sadria finished her food then got up, walking to the kitchen. She placed her plate in the sink and stood there, looking into the sink. Marc walked into the kitchen and placed his plate in the sink also. He placed a hand on the small of her bacl, staring at her. She shook him off and walked to the front door. "Don't touch me. I'm going out to see one of my friends that I'm supposed to be giving up." With that, she walked out the front door to her car. Marc ran to the door,  watching her. "You get back here!" "FUCK YOU!"

    She got into her car and pulled out of the driveway. She made her way around town and ended up at Aunt Turtle's house. Aunt Turtle came out of her house, looking at Sadria. "What are you doing here, hun?" Sadria got out of her car and walked up to her. "Marc and I got into another fight. I don't want to be there anymore. Is it alright if I'm here for a little bit?" Aunt Turtle nodded, "Of course it is. Come on in." She then lead Sadria into the house, to the living room. "Are you hungry ot anything?" "No, I was in the middle of eating when we started arguing. I am a little thirsty though." Aunt Turtle nodded again then left the room. After a few minutes, she came back in carrying two glasses of ice water. She handed one to Sadria then sat down next to her. "May I ask what the fight was about? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." "No, that's fine. I'll tell you. He wants me to give up my friends because I'm always late for things. I refuse to do it, though. My friends are my life along with him and my job. It's not fair for him to try to force me to give it up."

    Aunt Turtle had become enraged, listening to Sadria tell her what went on. "I agree with you, hun. It's not fair nor is it right of him to do that." She gave Sadria a quick hug then looked at her glass of water. "I have something better to drink, if you want." Sadria looked at her and smiled, knowing what she was implying. "My usual as of lately?" Aunt Turtle laughed and stood back up, "You know it." She then left the room again then came back with two glasses, although, they were both filled with Vodka this time. She sat back down next to Sadria, handing her a glass. "Here you are, dear." Sadria quickly chugged it down, setting the empty glass on the table. "Thanks. I really needed that." "I know, hun. You seemed like you did. Don't you have any left athome?" "If I did, I wouldn't have left the house."

    Aunt Turtle shook her head, holding in a laugh. "You're always welcomed here. Oh! Nina is stopping by in a few minutes. I almost forgot! Come into the kitchen with me, I'll get out the cheesecake I made earlier." Sadria stood up and walked intot he kitchen with her. Suddenly, the phone rang as soon as they sat down. Aunt Turtle went and answered it. "Hello? Oh! Nina. You're here already? Uh huh. Sadria's here too. We're in the kitchen. Just come in and we'll have cheese cake ready for you. Why is she here They got into another fight. We'll tell you when you come in. Alright. Bye." She hung up the phone then went to get the cheesecake. She grabbed a few plates, a few forks and a knife. She sat back down as soon as the front door opened, Nina coming in.

    Nina walked to the kitchen, smiling at them both. She sat down, closest to Sadria. "I'm sorry that you got into a fight hun. What was it about?" Sadria sighed and explained to her as well. Nina shook her head. "I would have divorced him in a second. No one but you should choose that. Just be thankful he doesn't abuse you." Sadria sighed again, "It would be easier if he did. Then I wouldn't hesitate to leave him." Aunt Turtle noded, understanding what both of them meant. She sliced the dessert and handed each of them a piece. "Eat up!" She passed a fork to each of them as well. They all began slowly eating, chit-chatting the whole time.

    As Sadria was visiting with Aunt Turtle and Nina, Acronell found out some things about Marc. When he found it out, he was enraged and decided that Sadria should know. He left his shop early, on his way to talk to Sadria. He stopped at the cafe, that being where she usually was this time of day. Shocked as to not finding her there, he decided to go to her house. Apon arriving, he noticed that her car wasn't there. He shook his head, wondering where she could be. Just then, a woman stepped out of the house, kissing Marc goodbye. Acronell became so angry because his research proved true. He got out of his car after the woman left, and went to the door.

    He pounded on the door a good few times before Marc answered it. "Yea, Sadria's not here. She went to a friend's house. Who's house, I don't care." Acronell shook his head slowly. "And that gives you a reason to cheat on her?! NO! You should never cheat on a woman that beautiful. Why in the hell are you cheating on her when you're the luckiest guy in town?" Marc looked at him, a bit horrified. "Cheat on her? What makes you think I'm cheating on her?" "I saw that woman leave and kiss you. That sure as hell didn't look like you're mother." Marc balled his hands into fists, angry that someone actually discovered his secret. "Is that why you've been fighting with her so much lately? Because you're a cheating bastard?" Marc then took a swing at Acronell. "Never call me a cheating bastard! You don't know what the hell you saw because you're delusional!" Acronell then grabbed Marc and threw
him into the yard, a fist fight obviously starting.

    Sadria looked at the time. "Oh No! I'm late again! Marc is going to start another arguement with me!" Aunt Turtle and Nina both shook their heads. "You should just leave him." "I have to go. It's been great talking to you today." With that Sadria  was out the door and in her car. She was in a hurry to get home to try to prevent yet another fight.

    Acronell held Marc to the ground, taking punches left and right. He had him pinned with his knees so he could still swing at him. Marc's nose was bleeding and her had a few scratches across his face. Sadria then pulled up, not noticing the fight yet. She got out of the car and began walking towards the door. "Sadria! Get this crazed lunatic off of me!" Acronell stopped, turning and looking at Sadria. He hadn't noticed her coming home. Sadria turned and looked at them both, becoming horrified at the scene in her front yard. Marc then took another swing at Acronell, knocking him off of him. Marc got up but then fell back down, his leg having been broken. He winced in pain, still looking at Sadria. "A little help please?" Sadria shook her head, walking over to him.

    "What in the hell is going on here?" Acronell just kept staring at her. "He's a crazed lunatic. He attacked me after I opened the door!" Sadria helped Marc up, taking him inside. "Acronell, I'm going to want an explaination from you." She got Marc inside, setting him on the couch. She grabbed some ice, placing it on his leg. "Hold that there 'til I'm done talking to him, then I'll take you to the hospital." Marc nodded, holding the ice. Sadria walked back outside, closing the front door. "What on earth were you thinking?" "He's cheating on you, Sadria! I've heard it from a few customers that came into the shop." "You're basing this on what customers say in your shop? How immature!" "No! Sadria, I've seen it with my own two eyes as well! He's cheating on you! He starts fights with you to just get you out of the house!" Sadria shook her head. "I don't believe you. I won't believe you unless I find out myself!" Acronell just looked at her, stunned. "Now get away from me. Because of you, I have to take Marc to the hospital." Acronell looked at her, a bit hurt. He shook his head in disbelief then left.

    Sadria went back inside, helped Marc to the car, then drove him to the hospital. "You're not to tell anyone that you got into a fight. You tripped and fell down the stairs." "I'm telling them the truth! I got into a fight with him. I'm, not going to change it." Sadria laughed a bit. "You're willing to let them know that he kicked your ass in front of you wife? No, I know you won't let them know that. Just tell them you fell down the stairs." Marc looked away from her, knowing his defeat. "Good" She smiled and kept driving.

    After a couple of hours, they pulled back into the driveway. She got out of the car, walking around to his side, and opening the door for Marc. "Come on, gimpy." "Shut up! I can't believe that I told them that I fell down the stairs." "I told you that you wouldn't tell them the truth. I know better." She walked up to the front door, holding it open for him. "Yea, shut up." He walked into the house and to the couch. He sat down, propping his cast on the table. He winced in pain as his cast hit the table. "Be careful, dumbass. It's broken." "What sis I tell you outside? Shut up!" Sh  closed the door then leaned against the doorway to the living room. "If you keep telling me to shut up, then I'm not going to stay home and take care of you." He closed his eyes sighing. "I'm sorry, babe. I'm pissed off but I don't mean to take it out on you." She rolled her eyes then walked over to him, sitting on his lap. "But you are taking it out on me and it's starting to make me sad." She wrapped her arms around his neck. He then wrapped his arms around her waist.

   She leaned down and kissed him gently. He kissed her back then rested  his head on her chest. "I really an sorry about taking it out on you. I love you." She smiled weakly, remembering what Acronell had told her earlier. "I love you too, hun." She kissed the top of his head and sighed. She was starting to have her doubts about Marc being faithful to her. She sighed, "I need something to drink." She stood up, breaking his embrace, and started walking to the kitchen. Then, she stopped,, turning to him. "You want anything?" Marc shook his head no. She turned back walking to the sink. She sighed again, opening the cupboard under the sink. She brought out a full bottle of Vodka, dusting it off a bit. She then opened it, taking a swig from it. She leaned against the counter, steadily taking sip from the bottle until it was one-fourth the way gone. She looked at the bottle, closing it back up. "Maybe I should do a little research myself. It's the only way I'll feel comfortable around him again." She mumbled to herself. "Honey, what's taking you so long?" She looked up in the direction of his voice. He was now standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He looked at the bottle still in her hand. "You've been drinking again? Is it because of me?" She looked back to the bottle and sighed. She put it back under the sink. He walked over to her slowly, resting his body against hers and wrapping his arms around her. He seemed a bit out of it, since he was on medication. Tears slowly streamed down her face, landing in the sink.

   He kissed her neck gently then stood back up straight. "I'm going back to the couch. Please don't drink anymore tonight." He went back intot he living room and layed on the couch. Soon he was sleeping soundly. She wiped the tears from her eyes and walked back to the living room as well. She grabbed a blanket, placing it on Marc. She sighed then headed for the stairs. She slowly walked up them to the bedroom. She curled up on the bed and continued to cry. She layed there about two hours crying before she even moved. She ended up crying herself to sleep.

    "Sadria! Wake up, honey!" Sadria slowly opened her eyes, not wanting to get up. She dragged herself from the bed, looking at the clock. "Why is he waking me up this early?" She walked down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked around the living room, expecting to see Marc laying on the couch. Marc, however was in the kitchen moving around, making breakfast. The delicious smell floated into the living room and Sadria followed it into the kitchen. She saw Marc rummaging through the fridge, food cooking on the stove, and the table set for two. "What's all of this for?" Why are you walking around on your leg?" Marc turnes, looking at her. "I felt bad about making you drink again. Just sit down and enjoy it." She then walked to the table and sat down. She looked at the beautiful boquet of roses in the middle of the table.

   Marc walked back to the stove, taking the food off and placing it on two plates. He filled two glasses with orange juice vand carried them to the table. He went back and got the plates, placing one in front of Sadria and the other in front of himself. He sat down and looked at her. "Enjoy." He then began eating his food. Sadria watched him for a few minutes before eating herself. Marc finished before her then sat there watching her. "Sadria, hun." She looked up at him. "I love you, please do not forget that." She just stared at him a moment the went back to eating.

   After she finished, she stood up,  taking the plates. Marc placed his hand on her arm. "Don't worry about it. I'll do it." She looked at him again, "What about your leg? You know that you shouldn't be on it." He stood up, taking the plates from her and walking to the sink. "Don't worry, I can't feel it. I took some pain meds before I started cooking." She shook her head a bit, finishing off her orange juice. She then walked back into the living room, sitting on the couch. She turned the tv on, flipping throught the channels. Marc walked in, sitting next to her and drying his hands. He looked at her for a long time. "You can go out with your friends for a bit if you want. I'll be fine. And please, do not drink anything."

   She looked at him, not sure if she heard him correctly. "What did you say?" He laughed, "Go out and hang out with your friends for a bit. I have your cell number if I need you." Her eyes widened slightly, having heard it correctly. "Are you sure?" He nodded, planting a kiss on her cheek. "No reason for us both to be stuck here today." She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him. Then, she flew up the stairs, changing her clothes. Just as quickly. She was back into the living room, kissing him again. With that, she was out the door and getting into her car.

   She sped out of the driveway and down to the cafe. She was a bit glad that she didn't see any cops on the way. She pulled into the parking lot and got out of the care. She walked around to the front of the cafe, placing her hand on the door. She thought for a minute and sighed. She walked away from the door and down the street. She came to Acronell's donut shop and peered inside. Sure enough,  Acronell was at work. She walked in, looking happier than usual. Acronell stopped and looked up at her, surprised that she was there. She walked up to the counter, smiling brightly.

   "Nice to see you here. I'd figure that you'd still be pissed at me." She laughed a bit, "I am. I just stopped by because I had promised I would.So... here I am!" Acronell shook his head, not believing her. "You look a bit too cheerful today. More than usual." She laughed again. "He actually let me come out today. No arguing or anything! I think it must be the medication he's on. Or... what he found out last night...." Her expression changed to one of thinking as she mumbled this last sentence. Having heard her, Acronell looked at her a bit puzzled. He shook it from his mind, "Is there anything I can get you?"

   Sadria smirked a bit. "Lend me your car. I promise I won't damage it. I want to go to the store but mine is all the way down the street. Yours is right outside." He eyed her, closely trying to see what she was up to. He handed over the keys unwillingly. She beamed at him then kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks!" She almost ran outside to the car. Acronell just watched her leave, without thinking about when he's get it back. She drove towards her house, hoping no one would recognize the car. She drove it to her street then slowed down as she went down it. She reached her house and saw another car in the driveway other than Marc's. She almost burst into tears as she saw the woman walking to the door.

   She stopped the car, almost hitting a dog running across the street. The woman walking to her front door, stopped as she heard the brakes of the car squeal. The woman shook her head, not recognizing Sadria as the driver. She continued to the front door, knocking on it. Marc answered the door, smiling at the woman. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her deeply. He looked up at the car that was still stopped. He then walked the woman inside the house, looking back at the car. He knew there was something familiar about it, but he shrugged it off and closed the door.

   She started driving again as soon as the dog was out of the road. She had watched everything on the front door step. She slowly made her way back to the donut shop. She parked it where Acronell had it. She sighed and burst into tears. She hadn't noticed that Acronell had already closed the shop and was now walking towards the car. She was sitting there, her face in her hands, crying as Acronell opened the door. "Sadria, what's wrong?" She looked up at him, still crying. He dropped to his knees and took her in his arms, trying to comfort her. "I'm going to find out her name...." She mumbled into his shoulder.

   "Where have you been? I've been trying to call you for the last hour. Why didn't you answer the cell?" Sadria sighed as she closed the front door. She walked straight to the kitchen and to the sink. She didn't feel like talking to Marc right now. Not after what she had seen earlier. She opened the cupboard under the sink and brought out her bottle of Vodka. She opened it, chugging a fourth of it then went and sat down at the table. She took smaller sips after she sat down.

    "Are you going to answer me? I was fucking worried about !" Tears started down her face again. She chugged some more of the Vodka, leaving one-eigth of the bottle left. Marc came to the kitchen door and say her, bottle in her hand. "What the hell are you doing?" He walked over to her as she finished the bottle off. He took the bottle from her, looking at it, closely. "You drank the rest of it? Why the hell are drinking again!?!" She looked at him a bit tipsy. "Why the hell not?" She stood up and walked away from him. "Are you crying? Tell me what's wrong, hun."

    She ignored him, walking into the living room to the stairs. He followed her and placed a hand on her back as he reached her. "Is she a beter fuck?" He looked at her a bit confused. "I know, Marc. I know you're cheating on me. Is she a better fuck than me?" "What the fuck are you talking about? I'm not cheating on you. Where are you getting this from?" She glared at him, tears still in her eyes. "Don't fucking lie to me, Marc! I fucking saw it with my own fucking eyes! You can't fucking lie to me! There is not fucking use to lieing to me!"

    He shook his head, not believing what he was hearing. "You know the car that you saw stopped outside earlier? Yea, that's Acronell's car and I was driving it. I saw her and I saw you! You can't fucking lie to me!" "I' not cheating on you! You're just as delusional as Acronell! What is wrong with you? You're drunk! I'm not cheating on you!" She turned away, walking up the stairs to the bedroom. She slammed the door shut and fell on the bed crying. Eventually, she cried herself to sleep.

    "Sadria, hun! Wake up! You're going to be late for work!" Sadria opened her eyes slowly, having a small hang over. She drug herself from bed, grabbing the phone. She called herself off work and got dressed. She walked downstairs, Marc waiting at the bottom for her. She glared at him, walking past him. "What? What's your problem today?" "You are my fucking problem." He rolls his eyes at her. "I'm not cheating on you. I don't care what you say. I'm not fucking cheating on you." She walked to the front door. "I don't believe you. I only believe what I saw." With that, she left the house. She got in her car and drove away.

    She parked down the block then walked back to the house. She walked around to the back door and waited there. Finally, another car pulled into the driveway. She unlocked the back door, walking into the kitchen. She stood near the door to the hall way, listening. Marc answered the front door as the womand outside knocked. "Hey, lover. What do you have planned for us today?" The woman asked, smirking. Marc took her in his arms, "The usual." He then kissed her, bringing her into the house. Sadria peeped at them, knowing that they didn't know that she was there.

    Marc drug the woman into the living room, falling onto the couch.  Sadria moved to the living room door, watching. Her eyes teared up a bit, but the tears never fell from her eyes. They both got undressed and started having sex on her couch. Sadria's hands balled into fists. She walked into the living room, standing right above them. They didn't notice her until she shouted, "Get the fuck out of my house! The both of you! Get the fuck out!" They both stopped, looking at her. The woman looked a bit confused as Marc looked horrified. "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

    The woman scrambled to get her clothes. She looked at Marc, "Who the hell is she?" She glared at the woman, "I'm his mother fucking wife! Now get the fuck out of my house!" The woman the looked horrified, "His.. his wife? He told me that he wasn't even dating anyone!" Sadria looked at Marc with disgust. "Well, he's more than dating someone, and I'm his wife." Marc scrambled to his feet, moving away from Sadria. Sadria then walked back to the kitchen. She rummaged through a cup board and brought out another bottle of Vodka. She walked back to the living room, opening it.

    She chugged half the bottle right in front of Marc. "You going to try to take it away from me like you tried to last night? You going to beg me to quit drinking? You know that you're the fucking reason I'm drinking again." Marc reached to take the bottle away from her but she backed away, chugging the rest of it. She looked at the empty bottle then threw it at him. "Here, fucking have the bottle!" Marc then got pissed off, "Sadria! Don't you ever fucking drink in my house again!" She laughed, "Your house? I thought you bought it for me? That's what you said when we first moved here. And now! You're fucking cheating on me!" Marc looked at the other woman, "Chels, I think you need to leave...." She looked at him, "You are married,  aren't you?" Marc nodded softly.

    Chelsea looked at Sadria, "I'm sorry! I didn't know...." Sadria looked at her, "It's fine. I don't blame you. I just blame him. Now, can you please leave?" Chelsea nodded, got dressed then left. Marc stared at Sadria. "You should fucking be at work, why the fuck are you here?" She walked away from him, heading upstairs. "I fucking called off just to catch you in the act. I'm not that stupid, you know." She walked upstairs before he could say anything. She grabbed all of his stuff, throwing it into bags. She opened the window and threw the bags out of it, not caring if she broke anything or not.

    Marc heard the bags hitting the ground then went to the door, opening it and looking out. He shook his head, walking outside and looking up to the window. Sadria threw a bag right at him, but ended up missing him. "What the hell are you doing? Why are you throwing my stuff out?" Sadria threw the last bag out and looked at him. "You're gone. You're not allowed back in this fucking house. I'm done with you!" She left the window, running down the stairs and locking the front door. She then went to the back door and locked it as well. "Now try to fucking come in the house, you fucking asshole."

    She wanted until Marc got tired of standing outside and left. She sat down at the kitchen table and cried. She pulled herself together enough to pick up the phone and three-way Aunt Turtle and Nina. "I caught him..." She explained everything to both of them, crying the entire time. "No... I just want to be alone right now... please..." She then hung up the phone and found herself another bottle of Vodka. She drank half of the bottle before there was a know at the door. She looked up and drug herself from the chair, making her wat to the door, bottle still in her hand.

    She opened the door a bit, hiding her face. "Who is it? What do you want?" Acronell placed his hand on the door, trying to open it. "Sadria, let me in. Please, let me in." She peeked around the door at him and sighed. He could tell that she was crying and could smell the alcohol on her breath. "Sadria, come on, let me in." She sighed, opening the door for him. He walked in and grabbed the bottle from her. "No More! You drink too much as is. You don't need any more." She looked at him and sighed. "What's the point anymore? Give it back, I'm not done with it." "No, you're not getting it back. You need to quit!"

    He set the bottle down away from her and took her in his arms. "I'm guessing that you kicked him out not too long ago? There are a bunch of bags sitting in the yard...." She nodded, burying her face in his chest, crying again. He rested his chin on her head, closing his eyes. She wrapped her arms around him, crying even harder. "Shh.... It's ok now, he's gone. He can't hurt you anymore." He kissed the top of her head. She looked up at him, tears still streaming down her face. He wiped her tears away, but more took their place. She reached up and kissed him gently. "Thank you for being here and trying to tell me what he was doing...."

    He looked at her, a bit shocked that she kissed him. He nodded a bit, "It's fine. You deserved to know." She kissed him again, a bit more passionately. His eyes widened but he kissed her back. He couldn't believe that someone as beautiful as she was kissing him, but he wasn't complaining. He locked the door then picked her up in his arms. She buried her face in his shoulder as he carried her to the bedroom. He layed her on the bed, laying down next to her. She cuddled up to him as he wrapped his arms around her. Her closed his eyes, smiling a bit, having her in his arms.

Chapter Four: Friendships Begin

After parking in the parking lot of 20 After, Sadria walked to the front door. She peered inside and saw Hugh behind the counter. She smiled then walked inside. "Hey, Hugh. How are ya?" Sadria had walked up to the counter, watching Hugh get coffee for some of his customers. Hugh turned to her and smiled, "Hey, Sadria. Aunt Turtle and Nina are in the back, waiting for you. I'll be back in a few with your usual." "Thanks, hun. I appreciate it." Sadria then continued on to the back of the cafe, where Aunt Turtle and Nina sat, waiting.

Sadria sat down in one of the empty chairs and looked at Aunt Turtle and Nina. They were waiting to hear what Sadria had to say. Sadira sighed, "I'm pregnant, but before you say anything, I'm not sure if I want to keep it or not." They both looked at her with excitement and shock. Aunt Turtle then began, "It's your decision but make sure you really think about it before you take any serious action." Nina looked at Aunt Turtle then back at Sadria, still not sure what to say. Hugh steped over to the table, setting a triple shot French Vanilla cappuccino in front of Sadria.

"Thanks, Hugh. If you don't have anymore customers to deal with, why don't you sit and talk with us for a while?" Sadhria asked as she looked up at Hugh. "I'd love to, but I'm not going to sit here that long," Hugh sat in a chair, next to Sadria. "What are we all talking about, anyways?" "We're talking about Sadria being pregnant and not knowing whether she should keep the baby or not," Aunt Turtle butted in. Hugh looked at Sadria, "How would you cope with the raising of something that needed constant attention, love, and would have used up about $350,000, without college fund, by the time it's 13?" Sadria's eyes widened at the facts that Hugh had just spoken.

"Wow, Since you put it that way, I'm not so sure I want to keep it. I was starting to lean towards keeping it, but that... that really makes me think...." Marco then walked into the cafe. He walked to the back, spotting Sadria. He sat down at an empty chair by Nina. "Hey, Sadria. What's up?" Sadria looked at him and smiled, "Hard dicks and helicopters!" They all started laughing. "Anyways, what are you all talking about?" Marco asked, looking around at everyone. Sadria's smile suddenly faded, "We're talking about me being pregnant, and the fact that I don't know whether to keep the kid or not...."

Marco looked down at the table, thinking for a moment. The he started, "Screw the baby, but keep the sex!" Sadria laughed at him, "Is that all you think about, is sex?" "No... I'm an artist who struggles...." Again, the cafe doors open as Angel walked in. Angel walked to the back of the cafe and leaned against Hugh's back, wrapping his arms around him. "Hey, Angel. How's it going?" Sadria asked, looking at Angel now. Angel looked back at her then smiled, "Hey. I'm fine. How about you?" "Eh, I could be better. But, I guess that I can't complain." Angel leaned down even more and kissed Hugh.

"Well, I gotta get back to work. I'll see you later, Sadria. Bye everyone!" Marco stood up and left the cafe. "Anyways, what do you think, Nina?" Nina just sat there, obviously still in shock. Yet again, the cafe doors opened, but this time bringing in Fae, the hippy. He spotted Sadria and the rest of the gang in the back of the cafe. He walked back to them and sat in the seat Marco was in, "So, what you want me here for, Sadria?" Sadria looked at him and told him everything she already told the others. Fae looked at her, "Choice is yours, love. It ain't my kid, ain't my body. Wait... it ain't my kid, right?!? I didn't get drunk and forget something... did I?" Sadria laughed at him, "No, love. It's not your kid. Whether you got drunk and forgot something, well... I don't know." "Okay, good. Just wanted to make sure. I woke up the otherr day with a hang over in the middle of no where, without my clothes. But anyway! Like I said, it's up to you, love. If ya decide to keep it, I will help ya if ya need me," Fae said, placing a hand on Sadria's arm, but taking it back off quickly. "Thanks, love."

For the fourth time, the cafe doors opened. In walked a guy about 6'1" in heigth, He had a long, dark brown, almost black hair. He was wearing a black sweatshirt over a giant dark green t-shirt, black and green pants, and black and red shoes. he spotted Sdaria in the back of the cafe, sitting with Hugh. He felt it was love at first sight, the way he was feeling as he looked at Sadria. He casually walked to the back of the cafe, carrying a box of donuts in his hand. He walked up to Hugh, holding out the box, "Here, I brought in your donuts. That's all I had left after today." "Thanks, Acronell. I appreciate it," Hugh said, taking the box from him. Acronell nodded a bit, still staring at Sadria.

Hugh looked from Acronell to Sadria and laughed. He whispered into his ear, "Ain't she beautiful? I could introduce you to her, if you want me to." Acronell smiled and nodded, "I'd like that." Hugh laughed again, then looked at Aunt Turtle and Nina. "This is Aunt Turtle, also known as Emmy Bickerson, the journalist. This is Nina Tatalini, the graphic designer. This is Fae, the towns hippy; gotta love him. And last but certainly not least, this is Sadria Huwig. She's my hair stylist." Hugh had pointed at each one as he introduced them. He looked at everyone then began again, "Everyone, this is Acronell. He owns Little Sick Nick's Donut Shop."

"Seems like a wonderful place. Maybe I'll stop in sometime before work." Sadria looked up at Acronell then at Hugh. Nina looked to Sadria, "Hun, I'm sorry, but I have to get back to work. I'll see you around, okay?" Sadria looked to Nina and nodded, "That's perfectly fine. You don't want to lose your business." Nina stood up and said her goodbyes before leaving. Aunt Turtle sighed a bit and looked at Hugh, "How much do I owe you for the coffee?" Hugh looked at her and shook his head, "I'll put it on your tab." Aunt Turtle nodded then turned to Sadria. "I have to get going as well. I have a blind date tonight, and I have to get ready for it, even though I'm dreading even going. I'll call you later, hun." Sadria turned to her and smiled, "I hope you have some fun tonight. I want details when you call me." Aunt Turtle nodded then left.

Sadria sighed and looked at Fae. "Let me buy you a coffe or something." Fae stared at her, "But that would make me sober. I don't want that. I like the non-sober life I live." Sadria giggled a bit, "Yea... I guess that is what make you who you are. My fun loving, tree smoking hippy of a friend." Fae smiled brightly, obviously not sober. "Of course it does. Anyways, since there is nothing alcoholic here, I think I should leave. I'll stop by the house and see you sometime. Bye." Sadria smiled at him, "Alright. I'll see ya later, hun. Bye." Fae stood up and looked at Hugh, "You really need to start selling alcoholc drinks soon. I'd be in here more often if you did." He turned and left the cafe, leaving Hugh unable to answer him.

Hugh looked at Sadria, "I told you my thoughts on your situation, and I really hope you listen to it. I have to get back to work now. I hope everything goes okay for you and that you figure out what you are going to do. I'll talk to you later, hun." Sadria nodded and began to stare down at her drink. "Try not to look so sad about it, please." Hugh stood up, nudging Angel off of him a bit. "You are going to help me work today, hun?" Angel nodded and followed Hugh as he walked back to the front of the cafe. Acronell just stood there, staring at Sadria, now alone with her. Sadria looked up at him and smiled a bit. "You're welcome to sit down if you'd like. I'm not going to stop you." Acronell nodded and took a seat across from her. Sadria returned to looking at her drink, her hands wrapped around it.

He continued to stare at her, not saying anything. She glanced up at him, "What? Is my make-up smeared? Do I have a hair sticking up somewhere?" He shook his head slowly, " No... you're perfect...." She blushed a bit and looked back at her drink. "No I'm not, but thank you anyways." "Well, I think you are...." She blushed a bit more and sipped from her cappuccino. "So, you own the donut shop, huh?" Sadia looke up at him again, wondering if he would answer.

"Yea, I do. It's not much, but it's what I wanted since I was growing up," Acronell finally looked away from her. She smiled a bit. "Well, it's nice to know that your dreams have come true." He looked back to her, not able to take his eyes off of her again. She blushed a bit, realizing that he was staring again. She looked back down at her cappuccino. After a few minutes, she looked to the watch around her wrist.

"Oh no. I'm going to be late!" Acronell raised one of his eyebrows at her. She looked up at him, "I'm really sorry. I have a date planned with my husband tonight, and I have to get home to get ready for it." He bit his bottom lip, not realizing that she was married, until now. "Oh.... Okay, well, you go on home and get ready then."

"I'm really sorry about this. I didn't realize how late it was," Sadria sighed. Acronell looked down at the table. "It's fine. You have plans, don't worry about it. Oh, and if you want, you can stop by the shop anytime you'd like." He looked back up at her, a bit hopeful. She smiled, "I will make sure that I do. G'night." She stood up and walked to the counter, chatting with Hugh for a few seconds then left.

On her way out, though, she almost ran straight into Kailieyla, the town prostitute. Kailieyla looked up at her and smiled, "'Ello miss Sadria. Lovely night tonight, isn't it? Makes me just want to have so much fun tonight." Sadria looked at her, a bit disgusted, "Hey Kailieyla. It is a lovely night, but I have to run. I have a date with the hubby tonight. I'll talk to you later." Sdaria then walked off to her car.

Soon, Sadria arrived at home. She parked her car in the driveway as always. She stepped out of the car, locking it before shutting the door. She walked inside to find Marc sitting on the couch, waiting. She closed the front door and Marc looked at her, "Where have you been? I've been waiting for half an hour for you. We're supposed to be there now." She sighed, hanging her coat up, "I'm sorry, I lost track of the time. It doesn't take me that long to get ready anyways. You know that."

"That's not the point. You always lose track of the time," Marc stood up and grabbed his coat, "Hurry up or we'll be even later. I don't like how you are late for everything but your damn job!" She glared at him, walking past him to the stairs. "I said I was sorry, and if you don't like it, then quit planning things for us to do together!" She went up the stairs to the bedroom. She changed her clothes and fixed up her hair a bit. She sighed and went back downstairs, meeting Marc at the front door. "And, you get to sleep on the damn couch tonight." Sadria walked past him and out the door.

After about an hour, Sadria walked back through the front door. "Come on, Sadria! You know exactly what I mean," Marc yelled, walking in behind her. "I don't care! I'm not giving up my friends just for you. Half the time you aren't even home yet when I do go out with them. You shouldn't even be saying anything to me right now." She hung her coat up then walked through the living room to the stairs. "And don't think that I forgot about you sleeping on the couch tonight!" She walked up the stairs to the bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. Marc sighed then walked to the closet. He grabbed a blanket and a pillow and placed them on the couch. He sighed again and layed down, falling asleep rather quickly.

Chapter Three: A New Life

Sadria sighed as she drove home. She pulled up to the house, getting out of her car. She locked the doors and walked to the mailbox. She grabbed the mail and headed inside. After getting inside, she closed the door and hung up her coat. She walked into the kitchen, setting the mail on the counter. She grabbed a glass from the cupboard and rummaged through the refrigerator. She grabbed the orange juice and poured some into her glass.

She sighed again, putting the orange juice away. She took the glass and the mail and sat at the kitchen table. She began to look through the mail, “Bill, bill, junk, bill….” She spotted an unusual letter from the hospital. She began to open it, reading it silently. Her eyes widened in surprise as she dropped the letter onto the table.

She left the glass of orange juice and the mail. She walked into the living room and sat on the couch. She curled up, thinking, “How could this have happened? How am I going to tell Marc?” “Tell me what?” Marc replies as he walks in the door and into the living room. “Oh, heh heh, nothing….” “No, tell me. I want to know,” Marc stated, concerned. He sat on the couch next to her, putting his arms around her, “Is everything alright, Hun?” Sadria looked at him and smiled, “Never better!” Marc glares at her, “I know you’re lying to me.” She sighs, “ Well, I got a letter in the mail from my doctor.” “Yea, go on. Is everything ok?” She suddenly started to cry. Marc looked at her alarmed.

“Sadria, tell me. I’m sure that whatever it is, we’ll get through it,” Marc told her, trying to calm her down. She placed her head on his shoulder, still crying, “Well, I’m… I’m pregnant….” Marc looked at her, surprised, “Are you sure? Could it be a mistake?” “No, it’s not a mistake. I had them test me twice to make sure….” Marc held her close and kissed her head, “Well, we’ll get through it. First thing I want you to do, though, is to quit your job.” She looked up at him, a bit angry, “I just started working. I’m going to quit yet!” Marc sighed, “Well, working in a salon near all those chemicals isn’t good for the baby.” She closed her eyes, “No...I'm just going to have an abortion. I know that you don't want kids and I know that I won't be able to handle it. I'll have too much stress on me. I didn't even want to tell you that I was pregnant... but you have a way of just making me talk.”

Marc sighed, "I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to. If you need the money for it, I'll give it to you." Sadria sighed and stared at the floor. "No, I don't want your money. I'm making enough at the salon to pay for it myself. You just worry about the bills on the kitchen table." She stood up and walked back into the kitchen. She looked at her OJ then at the mail. She began to sort the junk mail from the bills. She picked up the letter from the hospital, reading it again. She sighed and picked up the junk mail, throwing it and the letter away. She walked through the living room to the stairs. "If you need me, I'll be upstairs calling the doctor." She continued up the stairs to the bedroom.

Marc sat on the couch, watching her go up the stairs. He sighed and walked to the kitchen. He sat at the table and began reading the bills. He then set the bills aside, not being able to concentrate on them. He looked up at the ceiling, wondering what Sadria was doing upstairs. He had drug himself from the table, through the living room and up the stairs. He found her laying on the bed in their room. He silently walked into the room and jumped on the bed next to her, startling her. "Hey babe, what are you up to?" Sadria then turned to him and smiled a bit. "Just thinking.... I'm not sure whether to keep this baby or have an abortion." He sighed and kissed her cheek. "That, my love, is up to you."

She sighed and stood up off the bed. "I'm going to give Elizabeth a visit. I still haven't thanked her for getting me this job. I believe that that is in order. I just hope that she's home." With that, she walked to the door then turned back to him. "I'm sure I'll figure out what to do, in time." She turned back and headed out the door and down the stairs. She walked to the front door and grabbed her coat, putting it on. She opened the front door and walked outside, closing the door behind her.

She walked down the driveway to the sidewalk. She began her journey to Elizabeth's house, just a few houses down. The whole time she walked, she thought about her problem and what she was going to do about it. She reached Elizabeth's house and glanced to see if her car was there, and it was. She proceeded up the path to the front door, knocking upon it. Matthew then answered the door and smiled upon seeing that it was Sadria. "Hey, Sadria! How are ya?" Sadria smiled and laughed a bit. "Hey, Matt, Is your mother home?" Matt glanced back into the house then returned his gaze upon Sadria, "Yea, she is. You want me to get her?"

She ruffled his hair a bit, pulling her coat closer to her body as it was getting cold outside. "I wouldn't have asked if she was here if I didn't want to talk to her." Matt turned around and yelled into the house, "Hey Mom! Sadria's here for you!" He left the door open as he walked away. Elizabeth came striding to the door and smiled. "Hello, Sadria. Would you like to come in?" Sadria smiled back at her, "I'd love to." She then made her way inside the door and looked around Elizabeth's house, this being the first time she was inside it. She turned back to Elizabeth as she closed the door.

Elizabeth walked past her, into the living room. "Would you care for some tea, Sadria?" "Heh, I'd love some, but only if you are willing to make it." Sadria followed Elizabeth into the living room and sat on the couch. She continued to look around, taking in all the pictures and paintings upon the walls. She returned her gaze to Elizabeth who had sat down in a recliner nearby. "I wanted to thank you for helping me get this job. I just simply adore it." Elizabeth glanced at her as she poured tea into a couple tea cups. She picked up a cup and handed it to Sadria carefully.

Sadria took the cup from Elizabeth's hands and sipped from it. Elizabeth smiled at her, "No need to thank me. A friend was in need so I just simply helped them out. I'm glad to hear that you like it." Sadria set the cup down on the table. "I was also wondering what you thought about abortions...." Elizabeth's eyes widened as Sadria said the word 'abortion'. "Abortion? What for? Are.. are you pregnant, Sadria?" Sadria laughed a bit, uneasily. "You are, aren't you? Why on earth would you want an abortion?" Sadria looked down at her cup of tea on the table before replying. "I'm not sure I'm ready to have kids yet. I'm still pretty young and exploring everything I love about life." Elizabeth sighed, setting her cup down as well.

Sadria picked her cup back up, sipping from it again. She held it in her hands this time, looking back at Elizabeth. Elizabeth stared at her, looking her over. "Well, Sadria, I'm not quite sure what to say to that one. I would never dream about having an abortion, no matter what age I was. But, to each her own." She quickly picked up her cup again, drinking it a bit fast. Sadria sighed, "I'm really sorry if I bothered you with the question. I meant no harm by it." Elizabeth sighed as well, "I know. I'm just a little iffy on the subject. I'm sorry if I seemed a bit rude." "Not at all. I understand perfectly why you would be iffy on the subject, considering that you do have a son."

Sadria finished off her tea and sat the cup back on the table. "I'm truly sorry to have bothered you so late in the day. I had just gotten off of work not that long ago." Elizabeth finished her tea as well. "its fine, I do not mind. I wasn't doing anything or importance anyways. I'm glad to have your company here. Would you like some more tea?" Sadria looked at her cup then back at Elizabeth. "No thank you, I'm fine. I really should be getting back home anyways. Marc is there waiting for me." She stood up, still looking at Elizabeth, who stood up with her. "Alright then. I shall see you to the door." They both walked to the front door, Elizabeth opening it for Sadria.

Sadria walked outside and turned, looking back at Elizabeth. "I'll see you around sometime." She started for the sidewalk. Elizabeth called after her, "Don't be a stranger now, you hear?!" Sadria laughed, "I won't be. I'll probably be around more often, now that I'm almost completely situated at my place." Sadria walked down the sidewalk, towards her house. She returned to thinking about her problem. Elizabeth shut her front door, watching Sadria walk off.

Sadria sighed, reaching her driveway and walking up it to the door. She opened the door and took of her coat. She then closed the door, hanging up her coat as well. She looked around her house before walking through the living room to the stairs. She silently walked up them, not wanting to wake Marc if he was sleeping. Sure enough, as she reached her door and looked in, Marc was sleeping. She smiled and went into her bathroom, changing into her nightgown. She crawled into bed with Marc and stared at him for a bit before closing her eyes. After her eyes were closed, she drifted off to her dream world.
“Finally, we’ve been living here for a week! Can I please go get a job now?” Sadria asked Marc. Marc sighed, “Fine, but you now how I feel about you working. I didn’t say that I’d take care of you for no reason.” Sadria smiled, “I know, but you didn’t have to take care of me in the first place.” Marc stared at her, “So where are you planning on getting a job at? You know it’s going to be hard to find one. Although, you could ask that neighbor of ours about a job, she might know where to get one. What was her name, Elizabeth?”

Sadria sighed, “Yes, it’s Elizabeth. I’ll ask her as soon as I see her. Someone does need to pay the bills here, you know.” “What? You think I don’t? I’m the one that picked this place out for you. I only did it to show you that I’m financially stable enough to care for you.” Marc replied hastily. “Yes, I know. You love me. I’ve gotten that a long time ago.” Sadria exclaimed. Marc watched her closely. Sadria walked into the kitchen and grabbed a plate from the cupboard. She opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of spray cheese. She also grabbed a box of crackers and poured some on the plate. She took the plate back into the living room, along with the cheese.

She set the plate and cheese on the table and sat next to Marc on the couch. She looked at him and smiled. She leaned against him and then picked up a cracker, spraying cheese on it. Marc suddenly put his arm around her and turned on the television. He kissed her head and changed the channel to the Sci-Fi channel.

A knock is suddenly heard from the front door. Sadria and Marc quickly exchanged glances and stand up. Sadria walked to the front door and opened it. Matt is standing there out of breath, “Can… can I come in?” Sadria looked at him worried, “Sure you can. What is wrong?” He walked into the house, closing the door behind him, “I... I have these guys following me. I told them about my earring and showed it to them. Then they started chasing me, trying to take it from me.”

“Oh… I didn’t think that the earring would bring that much trouble to you. I’m sorry.” She stated. “That’s fine. I didn’t think either, but I am glad that you did give it to me,” Matt replied quickly, “besides, I wouldn’t have gotten this exercise if you didn’t.” Matt suddenly smiled, still trying to catch his breath. Marc looked at him and at the earring.
Marc then looked back to Sadria, “Isn’t that one of the earrings your father gave you?” She looked to Marc, “Yes, but you know that I never wore it anyways. Why not give it to someone who will?” Marc stated, “That is a very good point.” Matt looked to Marc and back to Sadria, “Can I have something to drink?” Sadria looked back to him, “I’m sorry, of course you can. What would you like?”

She walked into the kitchen, Matt and Marc following. “I’d like some pop if you have any.” Matt replied to her. Sadria looked into the refrigerator and pulled out a 2-liter of Faygo Orange Soda. She got three glasses down and poured pop into them. She picked up two of them and handed them to Marc and Matt. They took them and Matt practically downed his soda.

She picked up the third and took a drink, “Anyways… who are these kids following you?”
“Just kids from school.”
“What are their names?”
“Billy Baker and Bobby Marshall.”
“Well, I’ll have to call the school tomorrow and tell them that they won’t leave you alone.”
“That’s not all that necessary.” Matt said while blushing nervously.
“Yes it is. If they keep this up, I’m going to have a talk with their parents.” Sadria said profoundly.

Matt finally stopped blushing, “Well thanks for the pop.” Sadria smiled at him, “No problem.” Matt set the empty glass on the counter and headed toward the door “See you later, Mrs. Huwig!” She blushed a bit, being called ‘Mrs. Huwig’ and looked at Marc, “Good bye, Matt!” Sadria turns and watched as Matt left and closed the door behind him. She took the empty cups and placed them into the sink.

Sadria washed them and left them to dry. Marc walked up behind her, “What do you say we go back to cuddling on the couch and watch some movies?” Sadria turned, smiling, “Sounds like a plan to me. But, first, let’s get something to take in there and snack on.” Marc nodded his head and moved to the refrigerator, opening it and looking to find something. Sadria then looked in the cupboard and found a box of Cheese Its. She pulled it out, just when Marc pulled out some chocolate-covered strawberries and cheese cubes.

Sadria looked at him and laughed a bit. “Well at least it isn’t popcorn. I know how much you hate it.” Marc said, looking back at her. Sadria nodded, “Let’s go watch some movies, shall we?” Marc took her arm while balancing the food in his other hand. They sat on the couch, placing the food on the coffee table in front of them, and watched more movies.

Chapter One: A New Beginning

Birds chirped as they flew down the middle of 13th street. They suddenly stopped and aligned themselves on a white picket fence around an old house on the corner of 13th street and Main Street. The house was made of stone and had a magnolia tree, along with an herb garden, in the front yard. The For Sale sign now read Sold.

The birds began to fly away as a moving truck backed into the driveway. Another car slowly pulled up and parked right in front of the house. The driver slowly took off their seat belt and opened the car door. A beautiful, young woman with beautiful silky, jet-black hair, which came down to about her knees, stepped out of the car. She's wearing a black leather mini skirt with a black leather halter-top to match. Black leather boots, about knee high, caressed her legs. Her blood red eyes sparkled in the sunlight as she licked her ruby red lips.

She closed the door of her car, looking at the house, and walked up to the moving truck. She looked at the men inside of it and they smiled at her. The driver began to talk, "Where do you want everything, Sadria?" She replied to them, "I'm not sure yet. Let me take a quick look at the house first." She walked away from the truck and approached the front door of the house. She opened it and walked inside. She took a quick look at the living room and the kitchen, which you could see, both from the front door. She turned around and walked back out, leaving the door open. She walked back to the truck and told them, "For right now, just put it all in the living room. I'll figure out where to put it all after that." Then the men got out of the truck and walked around to the back of it, opening it. They began to move everything from the truck into the house. Sadria walked back into the house, after the men, as the birds began to fly back to the white picket fence.

A neighbor woman, carrying a freshly baked apple pie, walked up to the house. Her husband and son company her. She knocked on the already open door. Sadria called, "Come on in. I'm just trying to figure out where I'm going to put everything." The neighbor family walked through the door and looked around the house. Sadria walked into the room and smiled at them, holding her hand out to shake theirs.

"Hi. I'm Sadria Huwig. I just moved here from Akron, Ohio." The woman replied to her, "I see. How do you like Castle Rock, Maine so far?" The woman shook her hand and then handed her the apple pie "I baked this for you. I thought that you might like it since you're new here. It's apple." Sadria took the pie and smiled, "I'm sure I will enjoy it. Thanks." She walked into the kitchen, the family following, and set the pie on the counter. Sadria turned back to them, still smiling.

"I'm sorry. I must seem rude. I'm Elizabeth Harris,” the woman proclaimed. Sadria then looked at Elizabeth's husband and son. Elizabeth started, "This is my husband, John and our son, Matthew." "It's Matt, not Matthew, mom" her son complained. Sadria smiled at Matt, "It's nice to see kids that kids like to voice their opinions. I may be only 27, but we rarely voiced our opinions, for fear that no one would listen, and they usually didn't."

Elizabeth stated, "Well, we have to get going. ‘Matt' has to go to the skate park with his friends." Sadria looked from Elizabeth to Matt, "I think I have something that you would love to have, Matt. I bet that all of your friends would kill to have it, because it's one of a kind, custom made." Sadria then walked into the living room, Matt following her, "What is it?" Sadria opened a box that says Halloween and searched through the box. Then, she pulled out a skater earring and handed it to Matt, "My father had it made for me when I was younger. He thought that it would match my outfit. You can have it; I don't ever wear it, since my father passed away." Matt replied, "Thanks!"

Matt put the earring in his ear, after taking out his other one. They walked back into the kitchen, where Elizabeth had been watching, "That was nice of you, but may I ask why you are giving it away?" Sadria's smile suddenly faded, "Well, I never wear it and my father has gotten me more custom made earrings than just that one. I just noticed that Matt has his ear pierced so I thought that he would like a new earring." Matt looked to his mother, impatiently, "Come on mom! I can't leave the guys waiting! Besides, I want to show off my new awesome earring." Elizabeth looked at her son, "Fine, we're leaving now. The world will end if your friends have to wait at least five more minutes."

Sadria shook hands with Elizabeth, again, and John. They walked back to the front door and the family left. Sadria walked back into the house to where the box she got the earring from sat. She took the box and walked into the kitchen, where she was alone. She began to take the heads out of the box and arranged them on the counter, away from the pie. She gave a high; shrill laugh, "Hello Mother and father. How are you this fine October month? Well, it's time to hang you up for Halloween. This time I actually have a tree to hang you on." She walked back into the living room, grabbing a second box, which read Halloween and brought it into the kitchen. She took heads out of this box and arranged them on the counter, also, "Ah, my ex boyfriends. You should have never broken my heart. You all paid your price for it."

Sadria put the heads back in their boxes and took them, along with actual Halloween decorations, out to the front yard. She set the boxes down, hung up the decorations, and then walked to the tree. She took the heads out of the box and began hanging them from the tree. The moving men then walked up to her, the driver told her, "We have everything in the house. We'll be back later to help you move everything into their proper rooms." She turned and looked at them, “Thanks, Cory. I appreciate it. Don’t you and Marc have too much fun now.” The men got back into the truck, pulled out of the driveway, and then drove off down the road.

Sadria walked back into her new house, after finishing putting up the heads and decorations. She closed the front door behind her and walked to the living room. She sat at a little table on the floor and grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. She began to think of where she was going to put everything. She then drew a diagram of the house and wrote which items go into which room, for Marc, "I hope he will be able to understand this." She finished the diagram and stood up. She found some tape then picks the paper up, walking to the front door. She hung it on the outside so that Marc would find it, and hopefully use it.