I look down sadly, and Michael comes up to me.

"You really think she'd hurt a child?" he asks softly.

I look up at his beautiful eyes, and try to smile.

"I don't know. I'm not sure she could go that low. But, then again, this is Janine we're talking about. She could do anything. Janine MoHickey is actually Invincible.."

I stop myself. That's the precise same thing I said about Rachel after I'd had that bad dream with her in.

But this is real life, right now. Not a dream. But, on saying that, Rachel died after I'd said that, what if Janine does, too?

Hmm, I doubt it. She already got away with hurting Michael, and all the Jax boys.

We gotta keep Ryder safe.

She can hurt me all she wants, but Ryder? No. No chance on Earth. He's my child, and he isn't even alive yet. If Janine wants to get to him, she has to go through me first, and I imagine Michael would protect me as much as possible.

"We need to tell the police about everything, she's struck too many times. She knows how to play, she just doesn't expect to pay. But she will. We're gonna get this court case done. After Ryder's here and we're married, and when the court has enough time. But she will not make it outta this. There are too many witnesses and victims," Michael's going on like a lawyer here, but he's right.

There are so many people that have been hurt by Janine, she can't get away with what she's done.

I let out a yawn, I'm real tired. It's annoying that it's almost night. Couldn't simply be, like, 9:00am, could it? No. And I'm tired.

"Michael, please can you tell the police about Kieran, so we can go? I'm fighting to keep my eyes open here!"

"Sure, baby. I'll go right now," Michael stands up and walks with Kieran to the desk.

Samuel isn't there this time, it's a female, but not Tati, this girl has blonde hair and blue eyes.

After a few minutes of talking, Michael walks back my way, and Kieran walks into a different room with the officer.

"They're taking him to be interviewed," he says.

I nod. "That's good, now can we go home? The Jax boys'll be alright, won't they?"

Michael nods. "They're grown men. I'm sure they can cope."

Michael takes my hand and walks me out the police office. We get in the car and Michael starts to drive. Again, the seatbelt is still annoying me. It still barely fits me.

"I will not make any comment," Michael says calmly, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

I slap his arm, and he turns his head away from the road for a brief second. "Hey!"

"Yes, Michael? Do you have a problem, Sweetheart? I'm just sitting here, minding my own business," I stifle a laugh, and Michael smirks, shaking his head with a chuckle, and coming to the typical conclusion. "Hormones."

We continue driving until we get to the ice cream store.

"Ooh, I wanna have ice cream, please, pretty please, Mikeybeeaarr?" I beg, prolonging his nickname to sound cute and sweet.

Michael chuckles. "I thought you were tired and wanted to get home?"

I pout. "I can't help having cravings at random times. I'm pregnant, remember?"

Michael rolls his eyes and smirks, and stops the car at the side of the road. Not double yellows, before you ask. "Alright, you can have ice cream."

"Yay! Oh, but Michael?"

Michael turns my way. "Yes, sweetheart?"

"I'm so tired. Can you go get it, pleeeaaaseee?"

Michael tuts and opens the car door. "Sure, my Princess."

His tone is slightly sarcastic, but I can tell he's joking. "Flavour?"

I sit back in my chair, smirking a little at the notion that I have my own little slave. "Stracciatella, please, you know me by now."

Michael nods and leaves the car, and I watch him walk into the store. I close my eyes for a moment, to rest them. Might as well, I got nothing else to do. All I can see is black, and, ahh, the relaxing life.

I keep my eyes closed, and I'm nearly asleep when I hear a knock on the window glass. Michael's back, obviously.

I open my eyes to look for Michael at the window, but he isn't there. I look through all the side windows, why is he playing games with me? I just want ice cream!

"Michael, stop messin'! I want my ice cream!" I protest with a chuckle, awaiting his reveal.

It doesn't happen.

I look out my own window, no one there, either. I look out into the darkness, waiting for him.

"This is getting ridiculous," I say to myself in frustration, and just as I'm about to get out the car to go search for him, I see it.

Janine's face in the window, not even her natural face, she's pulling a scary face, too. Like in a horror film.

I jerk back in shock and rub my eyes. Woah, what was that? I look back, and she isn't there.

I must have been imagining it. Y'know, like a dream. But part of me felt like it was real.

I look out the same window, she isn't there. Yes, Becky, you were imagining it, all along. But I'm shaking. I need to put my mind at rest.

I unbelt my seatbelt, and open the car door slowly. I look around, nope, no Janine to be seen. I venture out further into the darkness, I can see Michael in the ice cream shop, he's just been served, there must have been a queue.

I stop walking for a moment, and watch Michael pay for our ice cream. He even looks good from behind, damn. Aww, I have such a perfect man. It's unreal. He's the most amazing man ever.

I'll never be able to repay him for what he does for me. Sometimes, what he does to me, if you know what I mean *winks creepily*.

Even with what's going on in our lives, he makes me happy. He always will. He's that kinda man.

My happy daydream is interrupted by a violent grasp on my arm. It can't be Michael, so it must be..

"Hey! Let go of me!" I cry, hoping they'll actually obey me.

How wrong was I? They grip tighter, and I feel my arm going numb.

I lean my head back to control the pain from the pressure. "Ok, please, let go?"

I add a polite word to sway them, but that doesn't work either. What would I have done if this was at school, with Daniel or something? Oh yeah, I woulda fought back. And that's what I'll do. I just hope Ryder doesn't get hurt.

I take my free arm and wrap it round this person's neck, trying my best to strangle them. I hear them choking gently, but I don't think it's affecting them too much.

It sounds female, meaning my imagination.. wasn't imagining.

"Janine!" I squeal painfully, trying to take her off me.

Janine strangles me harder. God, she's like Daniel in that department, so strong!

I fight her arms away from me, and she actually doesn't attempt to hurt me any further. I step back in fear. I can't even run away. I'm frozen.

"I told you, I will make Michael mine," she says slyly. And creepliy.

I don't wanna look afraid, so I raise my shoulders and head to appear more dominating. "Well, I don't think you will. He's engaged to me, see."

I show her my purple engagement ring, and Janine smirks. "That'll be on my finger soon."

I've had it. I lauch forward and grab her by the collar, making sure I hurt her. This time, she reacts a little more than a slight choke.

She's practically dying in my arms, that's how hard I'm getting her. But, she's not making noise, she's just, sorta, suffering in silence.

I grab her arm and pull it back behind her, making her squeal in pain. Good, she's getting the idea that I mean business.

I let go, to see her reaction. She forces herself to stand up straight, and brushes herself down.

"You're gonna die for that," she says.

I can't help but smirk a little. "So are you. The police are very aware of your actions, even your brother's girlfriend."

"Tati?"

"Oh, yes," I smirk.

Janine looks down. "And what actions would they know about?"

"Oh, just that you sexually assaulted.. a good.. 5 or 6 men, maybe more. Don't worry, they know. And, the fact that you messed up me and Michael's home."

"You're a nasty piece of work, aren't you, Costello?"

I decide to irritate her a little.

"Actually, the surname you're gonna be looking for is 'Jackson,' it'll be that within two months," I reply wittily.

Janine scowls. "Not if I get too involved, it won't."

Where's Michael? He only went to get ice cream!

"Oh, and where is Michael?" Janine asks.

"Why should I tell you?" I reply.

Janine advances on me. "Because I said so."

"So what? Are you my mother?" I ask sarcastically. Janine smirks.

"No. But if you don't cooperate, you might not be a mother, either. You might be dead."

I feel my heart rise to my mouth. Another death threat? I can't keep doing this.

"Look, I don't want any trouble, I just want you to clear outta me and Michael's life!" I cry.

Janine looks me deep in the eye, and her breathing sends shivers down my spine. Why's it have to be night? Ugh, stupid time. Creepiest time of the day, night time.

"And why should I clear outta your life, huh? What did you ever do for me? You've taken the only man I can ever love, you know. You're pretty, and kind. What do I got? I'm good-lookin', I know that, but I'm not perfect. People say I'm easy. Pervy. Creepy. I don't wanna be thought of like that! But if people are gonna think of me that way, why don't I just present myself that way, huh? I got nothin' else to live for! Rachel's dead, Daniel's dead--"

"Why would you care that they're dead?"

"Because.. Daniel was the other man I lived for, him and Michael were always my favourites from The Jax," she goes into a state of confession. "Being Cam's sister, I saw them all the time. Michael was the kind that was really sweet, but bad at the same time, and Daniel, he was so badass that I felt like a Princess next to him.. I found them both good-looking, but they never noticed me. I was at Montclair Prep before Michael, and I was noticed by Daniel and the gang before that. But when Michael moved there about 3 years ago, everything changed. I was once known as the fun, bubbly one. But then, I admitted my feelings to Kieran, that I liked Michael and Daniel, and he accused me of being some sorta two-timer sort thing for likin' them both at the same time. It wasn't my fault. Daniel was so good-looking to me, and Michael's eyes were what got me. Have you ever noticed how deep his eyes are?"

"Yes.. that's the first thing I fell in love with.."

My tone has calmed down now. How is this happening? I'm having a heart-to-heart with the girl I hate most in this world.

"Kieran told everyone at school about my feelings for Daniel and Michael. I was so embarrassed, everyone humiliated me.. until I became friends with Rachel. She was so badass, she defended me with anything. She joined the gang about 2 years ago, when you and Michael started dating, and I got more involved with The Jax. But, then, they remembered about my feelings, somehow, and started calling me 'easy' and 'pervy.' So that's what I became. Rachel found it hilarious, especially since I had a huge crush on Michael, when he was dating you. When Daniel died, I was so close to killing myself, but Rachel told me no. "No," she said. "Michael is still alive. You got a shot at him." But I told her about you, and she already knew about you, and said she had shot you after Daniel had died. She said, "If Becky lives, you've gotta get Michael somehow. Otherwise I will." So I told her, "No, it isn't gonna happen. He doesn't like me, he thinks I'm easy," and she said, "Fine, if you don't want him, I'll have him. If I don't come back, it's because I will have killed myself. I've always had feelings for him too. If I can't have him, if neither of us can have him, I'll kill myself." And that's what she did. On 21st December last year, I got a call from Paris, saying she's commited suicide. My best friend killed herself. It killed me.."

"In Paris.. she killed herself in front of me and Michael.."

The flashback comes flooding back, bringing tears to my eyes. "It scarred me for life."

"She managed to track him down? Well, she really did do it for Michael then.. but, after I found out Rachel had died, I vowed to avoid disappointing her, and made a promise to myself to get Michael for myself, seeing as she didn't. It's so complicated, so, so complicated. At the New Year's Day party earlier this year, that's the first time you ever heard of me. That's because I kept a low profile so you wouldn't ever hear of me. I kissed Michael.. as like a promise. To myself, and Rachel. I know I shouldn't have done it--"

"What's going on here?" Michael's voice is heard behind us. Finally.

"Michael!" I squeal, going in for a hug, which he cuts off halfway through.

"Why is Janine here?"

His tone of voice is serious, a mix of irritated and scared. He places the ice creams on the bonnet of the car.

"She.. I.."

"I followed you here. I had to talk to you both," Janine says.

Michael looks her way. "You realise we've called the cops on you?"

Janine nods. "Sure I do. But that isn't why I'm here."

"Hmmph," Michael groans under his breath.

I don't even know what to do right now. First she's tryna kill me, next she's revealing her life story. Why?

"Why are you here..?" I ask, my tone starting to sound a little more irritable now.

"Because.. I.." she stops herself, and looks down, tears in her eyes.

"Janine.." Michael calls in frustration. Janine looks up.

"I shouldn't have done what I did, Michael, I know I shouldn't."

"But you did," Michael says.

Tears fall down Janine's cheeks, and she leans against a nearby tree.

"And now I'm gonna pay the price for it," she says.

"There's gonna be a court case. Then, yes. You should be locked up in jail, and the key thrown away," Michael hisses.

When did he get so confident in fronta Janine?

"Exactly," she starts, before taking her hand from her pocket, and revealing a positive pregnancy test. "I'm gonna be facing jail, pregnant with Michael's baby."

Author's note: Sorry the chapter is so long, but damn! Were you expecting that? Janine's really got herself into a lotta trouble, now.. ooh..