Author Note: I am sorry to my readers who were expecting a new chapter and to people reading this story for the first time, please disregard this. I have decided to rewrite this story (see my profile for details). I promise you I will have it updated to where I left off before you know it. Please note that there will be changes in the story aswell, but you do not need to reread the whole thing if you do not want to. Thank you so much. I hope you enjoy.

Friday

August 22, 1996

8:10 PM

Jesse's Apartment:

Jesse popped the cork out of the wine bottle and poured it halfway into two tall wine glasses. He grabbed the remote off the counter to the music player, and turned on the classical music CD he bought a few days ago, specifically for this night. He was clearly trying too hard, but it didn't matter. This was the first night in a few years he was trying to impress a woman since his wife died. He swore to himself he wouldn't fall in love after her murder, but this was the only exception. This woman was special. Her name was Natalia Townsend. He had met her at Miami Dade where he worked as a detective and she worked as a new lab tech. He had finally pulled up the guts to ask her over for drinks a few days ago. To his surprise, she said yes and here he was. There was a faint knock at the door and Jesse didn't hesitate for a second to answer it.

"Natalia," he grinned after he opened the door. "You made it."

She pressed her lips together and formed a smile. "Why are you so surprised?"

Jesse shook his head and handed her the glass of wine he poured earlier. "I didn't think you would get away of that husband of yours."

He knew her husband well enough. He got arrested for breaking Natalia's arm a few months before she got a job at Miami Dade. Jesse knew he was abusive, but Natalia wouldn't admit to it, no one could make her no matter how hard they tried.

"He thinks I'm visiting my parents."

Jesse nodded as he poured himself a glass of wine; he lifted it up a few inches above Natalia's. "Well, we can forget all about him, because this night is ours."

Her eyes looked hopeful as she touched her wine glass with his. "Cheers."

Tuesday

September 17, 1996

7:46 AM

Jesse's Bedroom:

Jesse exited the closet of his room, straightening his tie as he noticed his phone was ringing on his nightstand across the room. It was Natalia. He hadn't talked to her in a few weeks after she said they should stop seeing each other in her fear that Nick might find out. He flipped the phone open. "Natalia?"

"Jesse," Natalia whispered, her voice trembling.

"Is everything alright?"

There was silence for a few seconds before Natalia spoke again.

"No...I'm pregnant, Jesse."

Jesse's first assumption was that it was Nick's and she just wasn't ready to be a mother, but then he realized it was his. They got drunk that one night and had sex. Before he could respond or even take a breath, he heard a familiar voice in the background. It was Nick.

"Natalia?" he yelled into the phone.

Silence.

"Natalia!" he repeated, this time louder.

He quickly looked at his phone to see that she hung up.

Tuesday

September 17, 1996

7:48 AM

Natalia/Nick's house

"Your pregnant?"

Natalia spun around. She felt her jaw drop. Nick wasn't suppose to be here, he was suppose to be at work. Her stomach tightened, and she could feel her heart in her throat.

"I thought you were at work," she stammered, backing up from him.

"Well, I'm not am I?" he smiled at his own comeback.

"It's not what you think-."

"That's what everyone says Nat, and you and I both know how bad you are at lying," he said an exasperated tone. He walked toward her, gripping her hands showing her there was no way she was going to escape this. So, who's the father? Because I'm sure as hell it's not me."

Disgusted, Natalia tugged away and turned her back towards him. "It doesn't matter."

Nick's jaw tightened and his expression darkened. He grabbed one of the knives from the kitchen table. Natalia glanced over her shoulder and her eyes widened in fear.

"Nick...what are you doing?"

He slowly walked over to her, cornering her against a wall, and holding the knife inches away from her stomach. He smiled cockily, obviously enjoying her horror.

"Are you going to get rid of it, or do you want me to the honors?"

"You wouldn't," Natalia blurted out quietly, instantly regretting it.

"You don't think I will?" Nick laughed. It looked like he was doing this more for amusement than revenge. Now, he was grinning having full pride in himself. All he wanted was control and he just got it. "I would," he whispered, his cold breath hitting her skin like sharp razor blades.

She felt the knife go through her skin slightly, but didn't go any further. Nick was giving her one last chance, but she didn't want it.

"Don't touch me," she growled, pushing him as hard as she could.

He lost his balance slightly, but got back up, his eyes flickering with malice. Natalia attempted to grab the knife from his hand, but failed, resulting in the knife cutting deeply across her wrist. Before she knew it, her whole hand was drenched in blood.

Nick laughed, "you really shouldn't have done that." He took one step towards her with the knife facing her and everything went black.