Title: Lies

Author: A.M. Glass

EMail: glasswrks@yahoo.com

Copyright: March 1st, 2005

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: The characters from All My Children, belong respectively to Agnes Nixon, A.B.C. and the Disney Co. No copyright infringement is intended or inferred. The story along with any/all original characters are the sole property of the author and cannot be used without expressed permission first.

Note: This the eighth story I've written around Dear Miranda. This is a direct sequel to Lost Time.



It’s the only thing I hear in my mind – the only word that can rip my heart from my chest.

It... it can’t be true.

It’s a lie.

Kendall would have told me – wouldn’t she? Of course she would have. This is too important to deceive me about.

Don’t take my baby from me.

I shouldn’t have listened to her in the elevator. She’s lied before – this is just another one.

It’s only a lie.

It’s my worse nightmare.

NO – I will NOT accept this falsehood – but she’s so convincing.

I’ll ask Jackson – he wouldn’t lie to me about this. Not about this.

I won’t let Maggie taunt me.

She will not make me a party to her sick imagination.

Shut up!

Shut up!!

“SHUT UP!!!”

“What’s going on back there?” the police officer asks as he looks behind him.

I’ve spoken out loud.

“Nothing officer – everything’s fine,” I reply in an even tone.

I must keep calm – use your head Lena – you are falling into Maggie’s hands – you are Kundera – you have walked through hell with Michael, you are stronger than Maggie Stone.

Please don’t take Miranda from me – Dear God please – haven’t I suffered enough?

Is this your way of punishing me? To have me know the love a mother can have for her child and then take it from me?

Is that it?

Michael must be laughing at me in Hell right now.

Come on Lena – you didn’t think your goody two shoes routine was going to fool anyone did you?

Get out of my mind you bastard!!!

Bianca – please – tell me it’s a lie. If you do, I will supplicate myself before you – I’ll do anything you want.

Stop this. You are letting Maggie get to you.

I must be strong – I have to be. I am made of iron. I will not break and I will not bend.

I will not allow Maggie to see she has caused me pain – she would only enjoy it. If Maggie thinks she knows what kind of pain I’m in – she has no idea. I should have broken her arm when I had the chance.

I will not make the same mistake twice.

You’ve hurt Miranda...

Oh God! Miranda…

How can I sit here and think only of myself? And I call myself a mother? You selfish woman.

Not once have I thought if Miranda was hurt by Maggie’s actions. Please be all right.

Maggie is a dead woman.

She will know pain in an intimate level – one she’s never imagined.

For each moment Miranda hurts – carries a bruise – a single mark – Maggie will feel my rage.

“Miss Kundera?”

I must be calm.


“I’ve been asked to let you know that the district attorney has been notified and is waiting at the station for you.”

“Thank you. Is there any word about my dau... about Miss Montgomery’s daughter? Was she hurt badly?”

“I’m sorry but I don’t know.”

I close my eyes – I’ve been on this route before – I know I’ll arrive at the police department shortly. It begins.

I’ll answer all of Reggie’s questions. I will tell him that I expect no special treatment and let him know if Maggie presses charges so will I.

Miranda – sweetheart – if you can hear me, Mama will make it better, I swear it my angel.

When I feel the car slow down, I open my eyes. I smile to myself. Jackson Montgomery is waiting at the bottom of the steps. I’m not surprised – he’s an honorable man and Miranda is fortunate to have him as a Grandfather.

“Lena are you okay?” he asks me as I’m taken from the squad car.

“I’m fine. Thank you for being here.”

“Don’t thank me for helping family Lena. Let Reggie do what he can, all right?”

“Of course. Jack, could you check on Miranda for me please? Maggie... I’m sure Maggie hurt her, please.”

He opens the door for me as I’m escorted to the booking desk.

“Erica and Kendall are on their way as we speak.”

“Good.” I answer. Miranda’s safety comes first – then, when I get out of here and check on her – there’ll be no place for Maggie to hide.

The End

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