AN: This has been bouncing around in my head (There's lots of room up there!). I hope you like it! I own nothing, but my friend has a Rob Pattinson calendar, and she texts me pictures of Rob everyday!

Chapter One: One Fateful Night

Oh Mr. Moon, moon, great big silvery moon, won't you please shine down on me.

Oh Mr. Moon, moon, great big silvery moon, won't you come from behind that tree?

There stands a man with a big shot gun, ready for to shoot if you start to run,

Oh Mr. Moon, moon great big silvery moon, won't you please shine down on

Talk about shinin', won't you please shine down on me?

I sang quietly as I rocked Abigail to sleep. She was a beautiful baby and so calm and quiet. She was almost a month old. Now I know what you're thinking, but she's not mine. I am her godmother, and I watch her while her mother, my best friend Jessica, is at work. I am a writer, so I can work at home and I don't really have 'hours.'

Jess tries to pay me constantly for watching Abby, but I won't let her. She and Abby need the money more than I do. I love watching my little Abby bug. I want kids someday, but I need to find a husband first. I have nothing against single mothers, but after watching everything Jess has been through; I vowed to not do that to myself or a child.

Jess is a wonderful mother, and I know it breaks her heart that she has to spend so much time away from Abby, but she knows that she needs to earn money to take care of them. Jess works hard to try and give Abby the best life possible.

She has no idea who the father could be, so there's no help from him, and her boyfriend, James, is a douche. She met James while she was pregnant with Abby, and was amazed that he could like her when she was so 'fat.' (Her words, not mine.)

He was very nice to her while she was pregnant, but since Abby was born, he demands most of the time that she has when she's off work, and he doesn't like Abby to be with them. Jess tries to divide her time equally between them, but I can see that it's wearing her down.

I laid my little bug in her crib, and went down to wash her used bottle. I turned on the baby monitor and filled the sink with hot, soapy water. I had just started washing one of the bottles when Jess stumbled in my front door.

"Hey Jess." I said, continuing with my cleaning. I was met with silence. I turned to look at Jess, and gasped in shock. Her lip was bleeding and her eye was bruised. Her shirt was ripped and her shoes were gone. I could see teary mascara tracks running down her cheeks.

I grabbed a clean wash cloth and got it wet. I walked over to her and knelt in front of her. She flinched when I brought the rag up to her face.

"Oh sweetie," I said, "What happened?"

She looked up at me as a single tear made its way down her cheek.

"James." She squeaked out one word, and it was the most important thing she could have said. It took everything I had not to leave Jess right there and call my dad. My dad is the chief of police.

"Jess, we need to call the cops." I told her calmly.

"No!" She yelled. "It was my fault; I said something to provoke him." She begged.

"Jess, I don't care what you said. This is NOT okay." I said, being careful not to raise my voice.

"Will you keep Abby here with you tonight?" Jess begged.

"Yes, and I want you to stay here too." I told her.

"No, I need to do some laundry, and clean, and-"

"We can go get your laundry and you can do it here." I interrupted. She stared at me for a long moment before she sighed and agreed.

"You stay here with Abby, I'll go get our laundry and bring it back here." She said.

"Okay, keep your cell phone in your pocket, and call the police if he shows up." I told her sternly. She nodded as she stood. I handed her a pair of my shoes and a jacket. I hugged her tightly, but regretted it when she winced in pain.

She walked out the door, climbed into her car, and drove away. I ran around the house, locking windows and doors, and turned on the security alarm. I checked on Abby, and stood and watched her sleep for a few moments. She was so precious.

Feeling better since I knew that Abby was fine and Jess would be back shortly, I sat down at the kitchen table and let the tears fall.

It had been just over an hour when I heard a car door close out front. I ran to the front door and peeked out, prepared to see Jess lugging a laundry bag. I was shocked to see a police officer making his way up my porch. I disarmed the alarm and quickly opened the door.

"Is my dad okay?" I asked, frantic.

"Your dad?" The officer questioned.

"Yeah, Charlie Swan, Chief of Police." I said. His face showed recognition immediately.

"No, he's fine." The officer said.

"Okay, than what's going on?" I asked.

"Ms. Swan, do you know a Jessica Stanley?" He asked me.

"Yes, is she alright?" I was worried now.

"No, ma'am. She was shot and killed tonight. We believe it was a murder suicide." He informed me. I felt all the air leave my body as I crumpled to the floor.

"I should have made her stay." I sobbed.

"Excuse me?" The officer said. I took a deep breath and told him about how Jess had showed up here earlier with a bloody lip, torn clothes, and a bruised eye. He tried to comfort me, but I knew that I was to blame for Abby not having a mother anymore.

"What about Abby?" I asked the officer.

"Um, who?" He looked confused.

"Jessica's daughter." I clarified.

"Well, I guess she will have to go into foster care until Jessica's will is read. Hopefully Jessica had something in her will about what would happen to Abby if she was no longer around." I sobbed harder when I heard that Abby would have to go to foster care.

"Can't I keep her here?" I pleaded.

"You'll have to talk to the court." He said. "Have a good night." And then he walked away. I shut the door and reactivated the alarm. I slowly climbed the stairs to Abby's room and peeked in at her again.

"I'm so sorry Abby." I told her quietly with silent tears running down my face. I climbed into bed with my clothes on and cried myself to sleep, wishing I could turn back time and make Jess stay. I would have tied her down to keep her here had I known how the night would end.

AN: Well, do you like?