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"Momma!"

Kelly burrows furrowed and she wiped sweat from her brow as she bent over her oven which seemed to have broken in the middle of her making breakfast – not good. "What's wrong with this thing?" She quietly asked herself. "Hold on honey, I'm almost finished." She glanced back at her three year old daughter, who had gotten frustrated with her and was trying to pour her own milk. "Stop that Taliah; I can help you as soon as I finish this." She turned back to her stove and turned the burner dial back and forth – nothing.

"Fucking stupid brat wasting all the fucking milk!" The angered bellow made her swirl around quickly, just as her daughter ran to her, hiding behind her. Kelly's eyes locked with the large man before her, he wasn't happy which worried her. Her eyes fell to the wasted milk, spilled all over the floor. "What are you going to do about this Kelly? Are you just going to let her get away with that?"

Kelly's hand dropped and took hold her daughter's, and squeezed it. "It… It was an accident Todd."

"No, she wasted perfectly good milk. You can't let her get away with it. You're always letting her get away with stuff!"

"She's only a little girl!"

The man sneered. "If she was mine the little bitch wouldn't act like a fucking brat all the time!"

Kelly glared at him. "Don't call her that."

"What? Why not? What are you going to do? Leave? Ha, like you have a place to go." He laughed meanly. Then his laughter stopped. "I don't appreciate how you're looking at me." He growled, his brown blood shot eyes narrowing.

"Taliah, honey, I want you to go to your room and wait on me. You understand?" Kelly said not taking her eyes off the man.

The child was crying, but upon being told many times to do this, she nodded. Letting go of her mother's hand she quickly ran to her bed room, sitting her bed, covering her ears with small caramel colored hands. She cried and blamed herself for her mommy getting hurt again.

Kelly slid into her daughter's bed room half an hour later, her heart breaking when her eyes fell on her daughter curled up on pink and purple bed, hands over her ears. She quickly made her way over to the white and pink dresser and pulled out a few articles of clothing before making her way to her child. "Come on sweetie, get up." The child sniffed, looking up at her. "Let me change your clothes, we have to leave." The woman began tugging her daughter's pink pajama shirt off and putting on a white one with a big purple flower on it.

"Momma, your lip is bleeding." The child whimpered. Kelly lightly touched her lip, coming back with blood. Ignoring it, the woman smiled at her child though it hurt. "I'm sorry!" The child wailed.

"No honey, you have no reason to be." The woman said, taking her daughter's sleeping shorts off and putting jeans on her. "How about we go get ice cream at the mall? Would you like that?"

They had to leave. Todd had promised big consequences if she were here when he got back. She would stay gone for a few hours, give him time to cool off then come back with some food for the man. Her daughter nodded, still sad.

"Do you want one tail? Two?" Kelly asked referring to the girl's shoulder length dark curly hair, as she looked through the white nightstand for hair bows. When the child didn't answer she looked at her, finding the child still looking sad staring at toes. "One then," Kelly commented and walked to her daughter, pulling her hair back into loose tail. "Sit on the bed for I can put your shoes on."

Thirty minutes later Kelly was walking through the mall, holding her daughter's hand. In the child's other hand is a melting vanilla ice cream cone.

Glancing down Kelly asked. "Do you want a new toy?" She asked trying to make her feel better.

The child shook her head.

"Why not?" Kelly asked softly. "I thought you wanted a new doll."

"You don't have money," the child quietly said. "Uncle Todd gets mad when you spend money." Kelly looked sadly down at her intelligent child.

"Taliah…"

"Why don't I have a daddy?" The child asked the question Kelly had been dreading. It was coming much sooner then she actually thought it would.

"You do… Goodness, you're wasting ice cream all over yourself." She takes the ice cream from the girl and wipes her hands with a napkin from her pocket. They moved on Kelly never answering her daughter's question, instead she leads her daughter into a clothing store for small children. She begins looking through a rack of shirts and her daughter stands behind her, still pouting.

The child quickly lost interest and walked away from her mother, and soon out of the clothing store all together. Kelly turned around a few seconds later to find her daughter gone. Heavy panic filled her heart as she frantically looked around.

"Taliah!" She yelled looking around. "Have you seen a little girl wearing a white T-shirt?" The woman asked another woman inside the clothing store. The woman shook her head looking at her worriedly.

Deciding Taliah wasn't inside the clothing stores anymore the woman quickly exited out and looked left and right, a big ball of relief hits her as her eyes fell on her child a few feet away sitting on a bench, man and was bent in front of her talking to her.

She hesitated moving forward, her heart quickening its pounding. This man she certainly recognized. He hadn't changed much at all; the body guard standing behind him told her she wasn't mistaken.

"Carlos…" She quietly said. The young man instantly turned his head to look at her.

"Momma!" Taliah yelled happily jumping from the bench. When Kelly gave her a look she lowered her head. "Sorry…"

Kelly only shook her head at her daughter, completely relieved she was alright. "Taliah, don't ever do that again." She took hold her daughter hugging her. "You scared me."

"sorry, momma."

Kelly could see Carlos stand out of the corner of her eye and turned to look at him, reluctantly. She gently smiled. He was staring at her wide eyed. "Thanks for staying with her until I got here." When he only stared she felt even more awkward. His eyes went from the child to her. She bit her lip, nervously. "I'll… be going now…"

She turned to go.

"Carlos, what's taking so long?"

She froze, even though she wanted to run.

"Kelly," Carlos had said quietly, but he had noticed already.

Logan Mitchell's eyes fell on the back of the woman's before him head, then to the child who was looking at him curiously, then back to Kelly. Kelly slowly turned around to face him.

Continued…