Michaels Pov

I looked at her astonished. She wanted to get away from her husband. Both her and her husband were torturing her. I sighed looking between Ana and her mother.

"If I take you, do you promise to tell me about everything that has happened to Ana?" I asked. She nodded. "Let's go." I sighed. She held up her finger and ran back into the house to retrieve her purse. "Alright, I'm ready." She spoke. We both headed towards the car as I strapped Anastasia in the back seat. Me and her mother sat up front and started driving, on our way to the hospital.

"What's your name?" She looked at me and sighed, then turned her face towards the window. "Deloris." I nodded and kept driving. "Start talking." I uttered. She looked at me and gave me the "what are you talking about?" look. "Why do you and your husband abuse your daughter?!" I semi yell. "I-I don't know." She stuttered. I evilly glared at her a little. "BULLSHIT! You do now! Tell me now or so god help me-" "BECAUSE HE IS FUCKING PSYCHO!" She yelled. She cleared her throat and her voice went soft again.

"It was the only way to keep him from killing me and Ana." She sighs. "It's a long story... What's your name?" She questioned. We now we're in front of the hospital. "It's Michael." I got out the car and walked over to the other side to open the door for Deloris. After, I  went to take Anastasia from the back seat. I hoisted her over my shoulder and jogged towards the front entrance. There I saw a man talking to one of his colleagues or some sort.

"Excuse me, we have an emergency!" They looked at me. They whispered one last time before the nurse went away. "Sir, what is the emergency?" He asks. He motions for guys to put Anastasia on the gurney. I looked over to Deloris. "My husband, he was in a rage and beat her." She croaked. There was a tear in her eye, but she quickly wiped it away. The man behind the desk nodded and gave Deloris a clipboard. We both sat down as she began filling it out. I guess she could feel my heavy state on her because she would look up at me often. "What do you want to know?" She asked softly.

I gave her my full and undivided attention. "What do you mean it was the only way to keep him from killing you and Ana." She exhaled then spoke. "He- he is an addict, Michael. When Ana was about 11 years old, that's when Ken started beating her, occasionally me."

"I didn't know your husbands name was Ken." I replied.

She shook her head fiercely. She grabbed my hand into her cold, yet smaller hands. "Promise me you won't tell Ana." I looked at her and nodded, unsurely.

"Ken is not her father." I was shocked but still kept my composure. "What do you mean he isn't her father?!" I scold. "Anastasia's real father is Vincent Hynemik, he died when Ana was 10." I shook my head completely confused. "So how does Ana not recognize that "ken" is not her father?" She groaned before she continued.

"When Ana was 10, she got into a car accident with her dad." I nodded. "Both survived but Ana, on the other hand had a concussion for weeks. When she woke up, she had amnesia." Her voice started to crack as she continued. "Two weeks in her concussion, Vincent, vincent was-" by this time she was crying heavily I pulled her into my embrace as she continued to cry. She was mumbling into my jacket but slowly recollected herself.

"Deloris, what happened to Vincent?" I slightly whispered. I saw anger take over her whole body. "THAT STUPID SON OF A BITCH KILLED HIM!" She screeched. The whole emergency room was staring at us. I cleared my throat. "Nothing to see hear people, go about your business!" Soon enough, people went back to what they were doing.

"How do you know Ken killed Vin-"

"Because at that time." She stopped to take a breath. "I was cheating on Vincent with Ken. Anastasia didn't know about Ken until we announced we were getting married, Hell, I didn't even tell Ken about Ana. So-so one day" she sniffled. "He came to my home and said that I had a choice, either him or Vincent."

"I'm assuming you chose Ken?" She shook her head. "Vincent was there at the time also, so I was just really tripped up. It was either my baby daddy, or my side piece."

"I chose Vincent." She blurted out. "For God sake, I had a child with him. I still loved him even though I was unfaithful." She was wiping the tears that were threatening to fall. "When I told him that I chose Vincent, he pulled out his gun and, and he- he shot him... RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!" She wept."

I shook my head, I could not believe that she has been through all that. That the man who beats on her daily is a mere step father. "So how does Ana think he's her actual father?" I questioned her.

"Well, when she was finally awake from her amnesia, Ken convinced her that he was her father. He would be nice to her and all that crap, but I knew what he was up to. Of course he wanted total control." Before I tried to intervene, she raised her finger. "I didn't want to, I wanted Ana to at least have memories of her actual father." I signaled her to keep going. "But that's when the addiction started... My addiction." She croaked out the last part.

"Michael, he was the one who started my troubles. He would force me to snort." She bowed her head shamefully. "When I saw him abuse Ana, that's when the drinking happened. I knew I couldn't do anything about it but that's the only way I knew how to cope. All those things made me submissive to him and I followed in his footsteps.

Before she could start talking once more, the nurse came to us with worried eyes.

"Mr. Jackson, Mrs. Hynemik, a word?"