Kytyn.

It's a few days after the party, and after William and I kissed. I'm not sure how drunk he was that night, or if he even remembers the two kisses. I've been out of the house a lot these past few days, missing out on some fun adventures and crazy plans the kids are making to split Frank and Helen up. I've been overworking and not really able to spend time with Alex and Cristina, making me paranoid that my baby girl will forget I'm her mother. Today I found out that My Step father has found out my location, and is planning to come here and take me and Alex away, forcefully if needed. And I have to tell Frank and Helen, so the kids won't get hurt.

"Kytyn?" Helen asks, opening the bedroom door. "Whats wrong?"

"My Step Father, Andrew, is on his way here." I tell her, walking into the room and facing Frank. "I'm packing my things, but I want Alex to stay."

"You're staying too. You're not going back with him, I'll make sure of that."

"He doesn't know about Alex. Please." My tears flow down my cheeks as I hug myself. "He can't know about her... he just can't..."

"Don't worry. You're safe with us, and it's gonna stay that way." Helen says.

"I'm only 17 and he's still my legal guardian along with my mom, I have to go back... just, just please take care of Alex for me... please..."

"Alex will be safe and happy with us, same as you." Frank tells me.

"I can't stay. I'm going to meet him outside of town, and he'll take me back, without coming here, so he won't see Alex."

"Kytyn–" before Frank or Helen can say anything else, I turn away.

"It's my decision, its to protect you all, so please, respect my decision..." i turn away and walk out of the door. William, Dylan, Phoebe and Cristina are all waiting in the hall, all four having heard the conversation.

"Don't go..." Cristina and Phoebe plead, holding each other steady as they cry. Dylan looks pissed off and Will? He looks hurt. Beyond hurt.

"I have to. I have no choice. This is for all of your protection... Will, please take care of Alex for me." I ask him, pleading for his promise.

"No." He says sternly, and everyone gasps as tears roll from my eyes. "She is not my kid. I love her as my own, but I refuse to do that without you. You are not going back to that sick Bastard! I won't allow it!"

"William!" I yell, both for his word choice, and revealing the truth.

"No, Kytyn. He can't just get away with this! Neither can that Bitch who's supposed to me your mother! If you leave, I will go to the cops and do everything I can to get you back, and get you justice. You didn't deserve that! You don't deserve to be forced from the only home you've ever known! Hell, I'll go to the cops even if you stay, they had no right to do that!" William rants angrily and I pray it doesn't reach the children's ears. "She has no right to call herself your mother, and drive you away!"

"She's all I have left! She had every right to do what she did! Don't you see, William? I cause heartache and pain wherever I go! I made my dad leave! I have to leave before I destroy this family too!" I sob.

Helen comes to me and wraps me up in her arms as William keeps shouting at me not to go. That the man who is supposed to be my step father, has no right to see me. Phoebe and Cristina sob with me, hugging me too as Frank and Dylan go to try and stop William. I hear loud honking.

"That... that must be him..." I whisper softly, lifting myself up on trembling legs, grabbing hold of my bag. William angrily runs outside. "Will!"

As everyone rushes out to try to stop a fight from happening between Will and my step dad, Will has already punched and knocked out the man. I sob as I run and cradle and apologize to my step dad. I hate him, of course I do, but I know that when he wakes up and takes me home, if I go unwillingly, it'll only get so much worse. Will grabs my arms and tries to pull me away. I thrash around.

"Stop it, Will! Stop it! Let me go! Let me go!" I screech loudly, waking up the rest of the North-Beardsley kids. Mrs. Munion comes outside with a sobbing Alex in her arms and holds my baby close at the sight of me.

"Hey! Hey, Will, let her go, ok? Let me talk to her, ok?" Helen offers.

"Will..." Frank says in a warning voice as I see Cristina sobbing on the phone. I am released by Will and Helen kneels between me and him.

"Kytyn? Hey, Kytyn, look at me, not that man, or Will, ok?" She snaps her fingers as I'm in a daze. I look at her with pure fear in my eyes. "Hey.... its okay... you're safe... Will just wants to protect you. Can you answer a few questions for me?" She asks calmly, I nod. "Who is this man?"

"He's... he's... he's my step dad... Andrew..." I whimper softly.

"Did he ever hurt you?" I hesitantly nod, crying more. "Kytyn... shhhh... its ok... only a few more questions, ok?" I nod fervently. "Is he... is he Alex's biological dad? Did he rape you?" I nod a lot, answering both questions. "Did your mom every try to stop him or help you?"

"N-no..." I hold my head, going into a fetal position. She hugs me. "She... she blames me for dad leaving. She let Andrew rape me... beat me... both of them abused me so much..." I sob into her shoulder.

"Do you really want to go back with them?" She asks, voice cracking. I shake my head and begin to cry like a toddler, wailing loudly.

"N-no! I want to stay with you and Frank! And the kids!" I sob.

"Do you want to press charges? From what I've heard from you, the girl on the phone, and an earlier call, your mother and step father will go away for a very long time. And I know you'll get full custody of your baby, and this man will never, ever, see her." An unfamiliar voice speaks up and I flinch, looking up with terrified eyes. A police officer stood there. I nod. He sends an apologetic smile my way before him and his partner take Andrew away, radioing the station and telling them to arrest my mother too. He turns to me as his partner slams the door of the cruiser where Andrew sat inside. "We'll do the paperwork and you can come in, with whoever you want for comfort, tomorrow, to fill in your statement and your part of the paperwork."

"Thank you, sir." Frank sighs in relief as Helen helps me up.

"And kid? Don't go punching people unconscious next time. Hate to leave this fine young girl and her baby on their own." The officer says.

"She's not alone." Phoebe says seriously, glaring at him.

"I didn't mean it like that, miss, just that these two obviously care about each other a lot, and for the baby." The officer sends an awkward smile.

"You..." I narrow my eyes in confusion, wiping more tears away to clear my vision more. "You sound and look really familiar..."

"Uh, if you'll excuse me, we should really get him to the station. I'll send a truck to take his car off your land before morning." He says.

Before I could say anything, the officers left with my step father, and Helen took me to my room. Once the door closed and I was alone, I rummaged through the scrap book from when I was a baby, that I was barely able to salvage since my mother tried to destroy any and everything that involved my father...