Out in the starry night.

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Sitting by the window ledge, looking out into the starry night, I realize how much I have missed Alexander. The whip lashes I recieved the day of my punishment is nothing compared to the pain that lives inside my heart, and everyday the pain gets stronger.

A tear slides down my face, and I hold back the sobs that threatened to overcome me, not wanting to alert Brendan who watches me like a hawk. His dedication touches my heart. He is a wonderful person and I want to help him find his way back to Kayla. He deserves to love and be loved. After I give birth to my baby, I will come up with a plan to reunite Kayla and Brendan.

My hands automatically caress my huge stomach, and at that moment my baby kicked. I am overwhelmed with love for this child. Mary told me that he is a boy and his name is Christopher. The prophecies say that he will be ruler of the world one day. His name will be chanted from the four corners of the world. What an honor it is for me to be carring this child inside me.

My father and Mary have come to stay with us. Mary says that she will help with the delivery. I cannot go to the hospital to deliver him, because it is too dangerous, the dark ones will find me, and they will kill my baby.

Why isn't Alexander here? Doesn't he care about me and my baby? I thought he loved me, I believed in him once, but I was wrong. My father was right, Alexander only loves himself!

Feeling suffocated in this cramped up apartment, I wish I could escape for a few hours by myself. I so desperately need to be alone. Maybe when everyone falls assleep I can sneak out and take a walk by myself, I think it would do me some good to be by myself and think things through.

I turned around and looked at my father, Mary and James, they were playing a good hand of poker. I could tell that they were getting restless. Soon they will fall assleep and I will sneak out.

A few hours later, as I lay in bed wide awake, I noticed Brendans steady breathing and knew he was sleeping. Slowly I slipped out of the bed and tip toed inside the bathroom. Without opening the light, I changed into my materninty clothes that I had hidden inside the hamper in a plastic bag, and barefooted I walked through the living room where James was snoring loudly on one couch, and Mary was passed out on the love seat, as she curled in a fetus position.

My heart swelled with love, these people have earned a special place inside my heart. I opened the door slowly and walked out into the hallway, with extreme caution, I closed the door, not wanting to awaken anyone because they would stop me from taking this much needed walk.

I held my breath until I got in the elevator and hit the lobby button, I can not believe I am actually doing this, but I so need to. The elevator reached the lobby, and the door opened wide and when I stepped out, a smile formed on my lips. That was easy, I thought.

The security guard arched an eyebrow when he saw me, questioning my appearance at such a late hour. He hesitated before he opened the glass door for me to exit. I threw him an appreciated glance and stepped out into the night. I closed my eyes and allowed the gentle breeze to caress my face before I stepped further into the night.

I walked down the path that my heavy heart took me. I inhaled and then exhaled, and let go of all the stress and hurt that had claimed me all these months, and Instanly freedom settled inside me, and perfect harmony surrounded me and I spread out my arms and started to run in the wind. The gentle air dried my tears and I threw my head back and laughed out loud.

I was the only one out at this hour of the night, the streets were empty, but I feared nothing as I continued to run barefooted down the street heading toward the park. The street lights twinkled brightly and showered me with enough light to find my way.

I did not hear anyone behind me, when out of nowhere two arms circled around me and held me captive. Fear struck my heart as I tried to push free, until I heard the familiar sweet voice whispher in my ear, "Elizabeth, don't be afraid, it's me."

And thats the last thing I remember before passing out.

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