She was looking at the floor as she walked around a corner and bumped, really hard, into somebody. She looked up and saw the person. It was a tall guy, about 6'1", he had dark brown hair, long to his ears, medium-colored brown eyes with a hint of yellow, and a killer smile.

"Excuse me," the handsome guy said as he smiled at Ally who was fidgeting with the books she was gripping to her chest.

"Oh, uh, uh, it's, a, it's," Ally stopped, laughing at her own stuttering. "It's alright," she smiled.

He held out his hand, "I'm Douglas Kaysen," he responded with another killer smile.

Ally felt weak in her knees, something she hadn't felt since, well, she knew when, "Ally, I mean, I'm Ally, McBeal," she sighed, laughing nervously as she took his hand in hers.

"Well it's nice to meet you Ally McBeal," he brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it gently.

Ally felt weak all over again. How was it meeting someone could do this to her, she didn't know, but the thought of finally having someone to talk to made her jump for joy on the inside.

"Well um, I suppose you were going somewhere," Douglas said looking her in the eyes.

"Well, yes, I was going to, class," Ally looked at him, the inside of her screaming, don't let him go!!! Get his number!!!

Douglas reached into his bag pulling out an index card from the smaller pocket and a pen. "Here's my number," he said as he wrote his name and number on the card. "Call me when you get out of class and we can go for some lunch if you like," he smiled that smile again.

Ally's smile got wider as she took the index card. "Okay, I will. You'll be home, won't you?" Ally questioned.

"Sure, just give me a buzz, I'll be around!" he responded cheerfully. "Once again, nice meeting you Miss McBeal," and he was gone.

Ally turned around staring towards him just smiling, a genuine, true, smile.

Ally was in her dorm room staring at the card, daydreaming. "Douglas Kaysen," she said aloud. She giggled at herself and sighed. Pick up the phone! a little voice told her. Call him!!! it persisted. Ally grabbed the phone, and then slowly dialed the number.

It picked up after one ring, "Hello," an all too familiar voice called.

"Uh, hi, Douglas? Um, it's Ally, Ally McBeal, remember me?" she immediately smacked her head with her hand at that stupid comment.

"Oh, Ally! Hi! How are you? I was hoping you would call. Amidst the rush, I forgot to get YOUR number," Ally smiled. He wanted my number!!! She squealed in her head with delight.

"I'm doing alright. So, did you wanna get some lunch?" Ally asked, nervously playing with the phone cord.

"Sure, actually, I was hoping we could," Douglas answered with enthusiasm.

"Great, um," Ally stopped, not knowing where to suggest.

Good thing, because Douglas walked right in. "Well there's this little café around the corner from the university. Do you wanna meet there in, let's say half an hour?"

Ally sighed, relieved. "Sure, sounds great."

"Okay then. I'll see you there!" Douglas hung up the phone.

Ally had this wistful look on her face as she got up and started dancing around the room. She felt that this could really be something special; the first 'something special' since her Billy. Maybe this has potential, she thought hopefully as she grabbed her purse and went out the door.

Well Ally and Douglas ran into each other again and again after that blissful meeting in front of the university and at the café. Ally was swept off her feet by the most romantic man she had ever met. Over the next couple of months, he bought her flowers just because, left notes by her door to say he was thinking of her, took her to romantic dinners, and the lovemaking…did we mention the lovemaking? It was like a whole new world Ally had never been to before. He brought such pleasure and yet was so gentle and tender. Ally never knew sex could be so meaningful. The happiest moments of Ally's life were spent with Douglas.

One night, they were at Douglas's house lying together under the covers, Ally was draped on top of Douglas to the side and they were watching TV. Douglas's voice broke the steady hum of the television set. "Ally," he began, looking at her lovingly.

"Hmm?" she asked.

"I love you Ally," he finished.

Ally looked up at him as her eyes started to get misty. "Oh Douglas, I love you too," she sighed and he leaned down to kiss her and she melted in his arms all over again.

It was graduation day and Ally was ecstatic. Her and Douglas had talked about moving in together in Boston. He had gotten offered a job at some law office called Nelson and Lamal. Ally on the other hand had been offered a job from Richard Fish to work at his new firm Fish & Cage. She knew Richard from a few classes she had with him. He always asked her to borrow her notes from like weeks at a time because he never came to class. He must have felt he owed her was her reasoning on her job because she still wasn't confident enough about her being a lawyer.

"I can't believe I did this!" she squealed as she wrapped her arms around Douglas who reciprocated her feelings. The ceremony had ended and everyone was giving and receiving congratulations. "And to think!" she continued, "I didn't even wanna do this to begin with!"

Douglas heard that and stopped to look at her. "What?" he asked incredulously. "You didn't wanna do this? Become a lawyer you mean?" He looked at her long and hard.

"Well," Ally stopped and became very fidgety and nervous. "I came here with my childhood sweetheart Billy Thomas and when he left me, I knew it wasn't what I really wanted, but I had so little left, I stuck it out. Here I am though, a graduate from Harvard University. I'm pretty proud of myself," she paused, hoping he wasn't too angry with her. The thing about Douglas was that he hated seeing people "follow crowds" as he put it. "Become sheep" being another expression from it, was what he thought of her at that moment. "And I mean NOW I wanna be a lawyer, more than anything!" she added, trying to gain back his confidence in her.

"So you," he gulped angrily. "You followed someone," he emphasized the word followed.

"Douglas, honey, I'm sorry," she murmured.

"Don't honey me," he shoved her arms away.

"I'll," he stopped trying to regain composure.

"I'll see you later," he stopped. "Maybe," he added in a rough voice.

Ally had tears in her eyes as he stormed off leaving her standing there dazed and confused. He didn't get angry often, but when he did, it was bad. Bad in the sense that you wanted to be in another country kind of bad. She walked away as she softly started to cry.

Two days later, Ally was sitting in her dorm room amongst all of her belongings and the boxes they were in. She was ready to move out, and had no idea what to do. She was supposed to move into a place her and Douglas had picked out, but she hadn't heard from him since the incident at graduation. She was wondering what was going to happen and why something so perfect seemed to go so wrong after one disagreement.

Suddenly, interrupting her thoughts, there was a knock on the door. Ally jumped and let out a startled cry. When she realized it was the door, she got up and opened it a crack, slowly.

"Hi," Douglas said softly.

"Hi," Ally replied timidly.

"Can I come in?" he asked after a moment of staring at her. Ally nodded and opened the door slowly. "Well, I see you've got all your packing done," he acknowledged, making conversation.

"Yeah, I du-," she cut herself short. She didn't want to finish that sentence afraid of making him mad again. She really felt helpless without him.

"Where were you gonna go?" Douglas asked casually.

Ally looked at him, kind of mad herself. "Well I don't know Douglas," emphasizing his name. "WE were supposed to move in together, but now I guess I'm not so sure," she finished staring at him with crazy eyes.

"Well that's what I came to talk to you about," he started. Ally gulped and he continued. "I'm still game if you are," he looked at her; his expression had softened.

Ally let out a surprised cry as he took her hand and looked her in the eyes. "I'm sorry Ally, I just didn't know how to react when I thought the one person in the world who strays herself away from being a sheep," that expression again Ally thought, "I went a little crazy. Will you forgive me?" He looked at her pleadingly.

Her expression softened. That look, she thought, it always weakens me. Ally sighed and nodded her head yes.

Her eyes closed as he came in to kiss her gently.

It had been three more months and their relationship hadn't changed too terribly much, with the exception of the spontaneity. Ally and Douglas both kept plenty busy with their newly acquired jobs and spent the nights in front of the TV just lying there in each other's arms, sometimes they would make love, but it wasn't the same. Ally felt it was that remark she had made at their graduation that had caused the distance.

Ally had made some friends from work and from going to court. One day in court she met a woman named Renee Raddick and the two hit it off. Renee was opposing counsel and was VERY good. Ally had lost, and as Renee had come over to say "good case" the two hit it off. Ally would occasionally call Renee and talk to her about how things were going, but they never did anything. Ally was too afraid to do anything without Douglas and she was even more afraid of asking Douglas to go do something. She just went with the flow and accepted it as normal. At least she had somebody, right?

Well, one morning, Ally was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet. She had just taken a pregnancy test and was looking at the red plus sign, panicky. She was pregnant, and it was sinking it, slowly, but surely. She didn't know what Douglas would think. They weren't married, not even close, she felt, and yet she wanted the child. She wanted it more than anything in the world. The question was, would HE want it. She decided she would go to the hospital and get a check-up before telling him anything.

That afternoon, Ally left work for an early lunch, went to Boston Memorial Hospital, and got a confirmation. She was, in fact, pregnant. Oh my god, she thought. What is Douglas going to think? All she could do was hope and pray that he wouldn't mind it and maybe, possibly, want it as much as she did. She had contemplated keeping it a secret and waiting to see if their relationship progressed any further, but she decided against it and decided she would tell him that night over dinner.

That night, Douglas came through the door to their apartment to a house full of romantic light. Candles were lit everywhere, Ally had dinner prepared on the dining room table with two candles lit in between the two settings and she was wearing a black gown, slightly sexy. Douglas was surprised by the sight of all this.

"What's up Ally?" he asked astonished.

"Well, I just thought it would be a nice change from the usual," Ally replied. "I wanted to show you just how much I love you," she continued.

Douglas put his briefcase down by the door and walked up to Ally. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently on the lips. This made Ally melt. I've missed this, she thought languorously.

"I also have something to tell you," she started as they pulled apart.

Douglas looked at her. "What is it baby?"

God, he looks like he really does love me, Ally thought. Maybe this won't be so bad, and she decided to just come out with it. "I took a test this morning before work and I went to the hospital during my lunch break and I, well the doctor said I was 4 weeks pregnant," Ally finished semi-worried.

Douglas's face lit up. "You're pregnant??? Oh my god baby!!! That's so fabulous!!!" He swooped her up in his arms and twirled her around as she squealed in delight. He set her down and then bent down to her stomach. "Hi in there," he said softly. "I love you Ally," he whispered as he stood back up and held her close, looking upon her adoringly.

"I love you too Douglas," the moment was complete for Ally McBeal.

Three months later, Ally and Douglas had looked for and bought a house in the suburbs of Boston. Douglas had proposed to Ally a week after she told him she was pregnant and they got married a month later. They took their honeymoon to the Keys down in Florida, which had been the most memorable of all the moments in Ally's life. And work, work was absolutely amazing for her. She was winning every case left and right. This of course made Richard a very happy puppy considering his main interest is money money money. They were lying in bed together, he was asleep and she was wide-awake and lying on top of his chest, thinking. Does life really get any better than this? she thought. I'm gonna have a baby, I'm married to the most fabulous man on Earth, work is just perfect, and we live in a beautiful neighborhood. Exactly what I wanted for my children, she smiled as she felt her eyes shut.

As Ally drifted off to sleep, she had visions, bad visions. The first was she and Douglas fighting. This had her tossing and turning. The next was him throwing things around. This had her moaning. And then, she envisioned her being smacked into a wall by an unimaginable force.

"Aaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh," Ally screamed as she shot straight up.

Douglas was immediately woken up by this. "What, what??" he questioned loudly.

Tears were streaming down Ally's face as she leaned back into the bedpost shaking, scared. "I, I saw, I saw you," Ally couldn't finish.

Douglas looked at her, "Well, I'm sure it was just a dream. Don't worry about it, just go back to sleep," he grumbled and then rolled over to go back to sleep.

Ally stared at his back, trembling. She slumped back down and looked up at the ceiling. What was all of that about? she wondered.

Ally was in her office playing with her pen and thinking about her dream the previous night when there was a knock on the door interrupting her thoughts.

"Ally?" it was her secretary, Elaine Vassel.

"What do you want Elaine? I'm kind of busy here," Ally lied trying to make it seem like she was doing paperwork.

"Renee's here," she said.

"Oh!" Ally exclaimed, actually happy to hear that. "Send her in of course Elaine!" Ally stood up. Renee walked in and they hugged. "Hey girl, how you doin'? She patted Ally's stomach. "And how's this little one doing?" She giggled playfully.

"Well Renee, not so well," Ally began. Renee stood straight up and got a serious look on her face. Ally continued, "Well last night, I had this horrible dream. Douglas and I were fighting and then he started throwing things and the next thing I knew I was smacked into a wall or something and then I woke up screaming. I couldn't even tell Douglas all of it, and he didn't seem too interested anyways. I'm not sure why he wouldn't care," Ally finished, puzzled. "What do you think?" she added looking at Renee.

"Well honey, I don't know what to tell you. Maybe your man was just a lil' bit tired or something. That could be it," Renee offered.

"I know I have a lot of weird dreams, but seriously, this dream really hit home," Ally stopped all of a sudden overcome with confusion. "It felt so real Renee, honestly."

Renee looked at her friend. She didn't know what to tell her, but one thing's for sure, Ally had her issues, and this was probably one of the few that she actually decided to share. Renee hoped Ally was wrong, for her sake.

Ally looked at her watch as she stood inside the department store. It was a Saturday afternoon and Douglas was supposed to meet her in the baby section. They were going to look at cribs for their little bundle of joy. Douglas had been somewhat distant lately, coming home late, not being as loving as he used to be. This had Ally worried of course, but she tried hard as she could to just shrug it off and take it as nothing.

Thirty minutes had passed from the time they had planned to meet so Ally decided to leave. She walked home and as soon as she got home started dinner. About another half an hour later, Douglas came through the door, in a rage. Ally heard the door shut and yelled, "Hi honey, I'm in the kitchen!" Ally put down the spatula for the spaghetti and walked into the living room to greet her husband. As she was walking into the room, she was talking "I waited half an hour for you, but you never showed up," Ally sighed, "I guess we'll just have to go back again some other time, yeah?" She finished that thought and got into the room to see Douglas, in a rage with crazy eyes and balled up fists. She looked at him uneasily. "Honey, is, something wrong? You look," she gulped, "angry."

"Angry???" was his reply. "Angry??? Where were you Ally??? I waited for an hour and you didn't show up!!! I went out of my way, cancelled my plans for the day, JUST so we could look for that stupid crib, and you don't even show up!!! Angry," he continued, "doesn't BEGIN to describe how I feel!!!" he finished flashing her the nastiest look he could muster up.

Ally backed up as he walked towards her. He was backing her into the kitchen towards the stove. Ally was pretty terrified by now, she was trembling and gripping her stomach, afraid it was going to fall off of her body for some strange reason. Douglas finally backed her into the stove where she had ran into the pot holding the noodles, which then fell down on the floor in a sizzling splash burning her feet and back. Douglas, in his fit of rage, snarled at her. "Look at what you did Ally!!! Clean it up!!!" he growled as he grabbed her by the neck and forced her to the floor. "Clean it up you slob!" He growled again.

Ally was crying by now, half terrified for her life and half because her skin was in terrible pain due to the boiling water she was now knelt down in. She took her apron off and quickly started to gather up all the noodles that had fallen on the floor. Douglas grunted and left the room punching the walls along the way, surprisingly not putting any holes in them. Ally stopped and held her head in her hands. What had she done? If only she had waited another half an hour! She wouldn't have missed him and they would be picking out cribs for their baby right now. Instead, she pissed off a very strong man, and was hurting due to burns on her legs, not to mention her heart racing and stomach tied in knots, with the baby and all.

Later that night, Ally was in the bathroom nursing her scars on her legs wondering how she was going to explain them when she went to work. Pantyhose can only cover so much, she thought. There was a pounding on the door and Ally screamed. "Come to bed Ally!" a loud voice yelled. Ally scrambled to put everything up, the alcohol and peroxide and rushed out of the bathroom. Douglas was laying bed under the covers with all of his clothes off. "Come here now Ally," he ordered. "And lose those," he referred to her clothes.

What proceeded was the most painful sexual experience of Ally's life. Douglas was rough and aggressive. Even with Ally four months pregnant, Douglas managed to get inside of her and get close enough to her face so that Ally could feel his breath on her face. He smelled of alcohol. Oh no… she thought…

The next three weeks went by much the same. Ally seemed to always do something that made Douglas mad. What proceeded every night was a rough sexual experience in which had Ally hating sex all together and Douglas telling her that their sex life was to remain behind closed doors. "If you tell anyone, I WILL kill you and your baby," he had said.

Work was the only place she was truly safe at and even then, she had to explain the scars she had here and there. Douglas was getting more and more violent and there was nothing Ally could do about it. She thought it was her fault. He didn't used to be like this, it has to be something I'M doing, she thought feverishly. A man doesn't change like that without reason.

Renee was getting very scared for her friend. Ally wouldn't tell her what was going on, but Renee knew it was something. Ally wore less-revealing clothing, which wasn't like her, and sometimes she walked with a limp, groaning in pain every now and then, of course claiming it was nothing but cramps from the baby.

Ally had prayed that nobody would question anything. All she had needed and/or wanted was another confrontation worse than what she got every night.

Renee couldn't help it, she was so scared for Ally she decided to do something about it…and confront the one person that could answer her questions… BIG MISTAKE

Ally took a deep breath and walked through the front door. She set down her briefcase and purse and made her way to the kitchen where she found Douglas, whom had Renee cornered against a wall. Oh my god!!!!! went through Ally's head over and over. "Renee, what are you doing here?" Ally asked frantically "You can't be here!!!"

Ally's eyes kept darting from the angry Douglas to the frightened Renee. "Ally," Douglas immediately started. "What did I tell you? Didn't I tell you that what happened with us STAYED between US…and not the whole fucking world??" he quizzed her indicating Renee.

Ally nodded her head quickly, "I never told Renee anything Douglas, I promise!!! I have kept my mouth shut completely!!!" Ally was scared now; she was clutching her stomach with all her might. "She asked, but I never told her anything, I SWEAR!!!" Ally shook her head rapidly.

Douglas had let go of Renee and had been slowly heading towards Ally who was now being backed up the stairs. Here we go again, Ally thought. For some reason however, she felt it was going to be worse this time, and she didn't know how or why, but she felt it coming. Douglas was picking things up and throwing them at Ally as she was making her way up the stairs backwards hastily and ducking as much as she could. Renee had been following behind Douglas slowly from a distance looking on in horror as to what Ally had been going through for the past month or so, she guessed.

Ally had gotten to the top of the stairs and backed up against the wall. Douglas was close enough he was breathing on her neck and staring Ally in the eye, his full of rage, hers of terror. In one quick move, he backed up and smacked Ally on the face with all of his might and she hit the floor, hard. Renee gasped in fear. Ally's hand immediately went to her face, which was bleeding from the cut the ring on Douglas's finger has caused. She scrambled towards the stairs and Douglas started kicking her in the stomach, where the baby was. Renee was crying now, she couldn't move, she was frozen. All of sudden Douglas had kicked Ally down the stairs and she blacked out. Renee ran out the door, screaming.

Ally woke up in the hospital a day later, attached to an IV with Renee right next to her holding her hand. "Ally honey! You're up!" she squeezed her hand and ran towards the door hollering for a nurse or doctor of some sorts.

Ally was trying to focus her eyes when she felt a rush of pain come to her face and she tried moving her hands, which were rested on her stomach, to her face but she noticed the lump was gone. "Renee!!! Renee!!!" she started screaming frantically. "My baby!!! Where's my baby??" she was screaming and crying at the same time, traumatized.

Renee rushed back to her side and knelt up on her bed holding the flailing Ally. "Honey, the fall made you lose your baby. We almost lost you," Renee continued after a pause.

"Nooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!" Ally screamed as she broke down into Renee's arms.

"Ally Kaysen's room please," Detective Anderson asked the receptionist.

"Room 212, down the hall to your left," the receptionist responded.

"Thank you," and Detective Anderson made his way down the hall to Ally's room. He knocked on the door and slowly opened it when he saw Ally and Renee curled up together, sleeping, he bowed out, deciding to stay until she was awake and talk to a doctor about Ally's condition.

He flagged down a nurse in the hall and asked if she could get him in touch with Ally Kaysen's doctor. She agreed and brought him to Doctor Steffen's office.

Anderson knocked on the door, "Doctor Steffen? I wonder if I might have a word with you concerning a patient of yours."

Doctor Steffen stood up and offered his hand, they shook, and then a chair, "By all means, please, sit."

"I would like to know what your diagnosis is on Ally Kaysen. Her friend, Renee Raddick made the complaint that she had seen Mrs. Kaysen's husband beat the 'living hell outta her.' Physically, where does that leave her?" he finished, thinking of that poor girl wrapped up in her friend's arms as he shook his head and the diverted his full attention to the doctor.

"Well, I'd like to say that she'll be just fine, but unfortunately, she's taken quite a beating," the doctor removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes placing the glasses on his desk in dismay. "She's suffered quite a beating to her stomach, causing her to lose the baby she was almost 5 months pregnant with and," he paused, hating what was coming. "Due to the severe injuries in her lower abdomen area due to rough sexual practices by her husband, Mrs. Kaysen may," he took a deep breath, "not ever be able to have a child." He hated bringing that news to a woman. He felt it was the one thing in the world that should NOT be taken away from them, but it happened and he frowned upon it.

Detective Anderson sighed and looked at the floor. It was a sad day in his career when he had to deal with an abusive relationship. He thought it was horrible how men could hit women. He saw NO right in it. "Do you know when she'll be released?" He asked.

Doctor Steffen took another deep breath. "Well, unfortunately, she could be in here for another week," he replied sadly. "Then again, maybe it's best for her, she's suffered one helluva beating, I'll tell you that much. I've seen some bad things in my time, but this is pretty close to being one of the worse cases I've EVER seen. There are burn scars on her arms and legs, bruises all along her inner thighs and of course she's had quite a bit of internal bleeding from when her husband was kicking her in the stomach."

"Well, we need a statement from Mrs. Kaysen before we bring in Mr. Kaysen for questioning," Anderson said sadly. He wanted to haul the bastard in that minute and put him away for life without any chance of parole. He deserved a cold dead cell in the middle of fucking nowhere, he thought.

All of a sudden the gentlemen heard a shrill scream from down the hall and ran towards Ally's room. When they got there, they saw Ally with the most horrified look on her face any of them had ever seen and Renee trying to comfort her unsuccessfully.

"It was just a dream honey, it's all over, it's over Ally," Renee tried to comfort her.

Doctor Steffen stepped towards Ally and checked all her vital signs and stuff like that while Detective Anderson approached much slower. "Mrs. Kaysen," Ally started crying at the sound of that and Detective Anderson rephrased it. "Ally, if I may, it seems you've suffered an awful lot in this past month or so and it's been due to your husband, am I right?" He looked at her troubled facial expression and crying eyes. "Just nod yes or no for me," he softened his voice tremendously. She nodded her head and he continued. "Okay, now we can't arrest him unless you give us a statement saying that he was abusing you."

Ally was clutching her stomach as she started speaking, "He did it. He said he'd kill my baby if I told anyone. But I didn't tell anyone!!!! Why Renee??" she looked at Renee accusingly. "Why did you have to show up?? My baby's gone because of you!!!" she cried hysterically.

Renee started crying. "Ally, honey, I was worried, I'm sorry," she trailed off and held Ally close to her as Ally continued her sobbing.

Detective Anderson, seemingly satisfied by that statement accused himself and headed towards his car. He got into his car and made a call over the radio. "All units, we have an abusive husband to bring in for questioning, may need backup car, 119 Henderson St. in suburban Boston. Douglas Kaysen."

Ally and Renee were gathering Ally's belongings that Renee had brought to her, and gifts that everyone from work had given her, about a week later.

"Well, you're coming to live with me. SO long as that man is on the loose, you're not going anywhere NEAR that house!" That Detective Anderson had been an awfully big help to Ally, talking to her, reassuring her that everything would work out all right so long as Ally pressed charges. The last thing Ally wanted to do was go to court. She wanted a divorce and to move on with her life, with Renee's help of course. She didn't know what she would have done without her. Renee really did save her life. Ally was, of course, in denial about not being able to have children, but got into her head that at least she was alive and THAT was what mattered. She still had her job of course, and had a place to live; she would make it. However, something still hung over her head. She still had a feeling that this wasn't all over. It was a nagging feeling…

Renee was representing her during the divorce meeting and Ally had asked Detective Anderson to join them in the meeting in case something were to happen. Ally, Renee, and Detective Anderson were already in the conference room at Renee's law office when Douglas entered. He looked like shit; his hair was all raggedy and he hadn't shaved in that past week. Ally gasped and grabbed onto Renee's arm. Renee grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Detective Anderson put a protective hand on Ally's shoulder. Ally and Douglas made eye contact and Ally felt resilient.

She immediately whispered in Renee's ear, "I want a restraining order, I don't feel comfortable knowing that he can just come around whenever he feels like it." Maybe it was, she thought for a moment. It was DEFINITELY something in his eyes, she concluded silently.

"It's okay Ally, don't worry," she took a breath after looking at Ally's pleading eyes. "Okay, we'll get one if you want it," Renee sighed, defeated.

"Yes I do!!!" Ally whispered feverishly.

The proceedings went on rather smoothly. They drew up and signed legal divorce papers, leaving Ally everything due to his abusive behavior, she even got her maiden name back, which she had wanted anyways, and she had talked to Detective Anderson about getting a restraining order. There was definitely something about the look in his eyes…she kept thinking.