A/N: Hello! New chapter...because people actually wanted me to write another chapter or two, and I finally decided to honour those of you who asked for it. I don't know how good this actually is, so I would love feedback from all of you people who actually read it. New Chapter Notes: Enjoy it, for what its worth. I don't know how much I'm going to be able to focus on this story. Also, I still don't have a copy of the book, yet, so I had to improvise. When it comes in, I will actually get more into details. So...Enjoy!

*************Start: Chapter 2*************

"Hey, Scarlett?"

I blink as I recognize the voice on the other end. "Kian?"

"Yeah. Look, Scarlett, I got your letter." What?

"M-my letter?" I asked slowly, trying to stay calm even as my heart rate sped up and my palms went clammy.

"Yes. The letter you wrote me concerning your trip to Ireland. You remember?"

"Oh…what? When did you get the letter?"

"This morning. Why?" Oh, God, Mum. Did you have to?

"Just wondering…So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Well…I was kind of wondering if you are actually moving out here, or if it really is just for the summer. Because you said it hadn't been decided yet, but the letter was dated a couple of weeks ago…"

"Ah…yeah. It's been decided."

"And…?"

"I am kind of…well, I'm moving back there."

"That sounds good. You are moving in with your dad and Clare…"

"Yeah." He just doesn't sound happy about it. At all. "Ah…You seem kind of… concerned, Kian."

"Well, yeah. I am, a little bit."

"Why?"

"Look, Scarlett. I can't pretend I'm not happy that I will get to see you more often. I am happy about that. But it worries me that you are moving out here. I mean, your mum is getting remarried, and I have told you before…"He trails off, remembering the many promises I made that I am now breaking. He doesn't even know I am breaking those promises, yet. "Scarlett," he says quietly. "Have you talked to your mum?"

"Yes," I argue defensively. "She thinks it is good for me."

"So you've really talked to her." He sighs. "Why do I get the feeling Scarlett, that I shouldn't believe you kept your promise?"

I grit my teeth. "Kian, it is all set in stone. I can't change that I am moving there. Dad has even enrolled me at school out there. I can't change it."

"But you can fix what you messed up, Scarlett."

"What did I mess up?" I ask, defensively enough to have him sighing.

"You remember what it was I told you the time you first called and complained to me about your mum and Mark starting to date? You do remember?"

"Of course, Kian." He had just headed back to Ireland, too. But he told me that I could not start to do to my mum what I had done to Dad and Clare. He even made me promise that I wouldn't. The first thing I was supposed to do was talk to her, and him if necessary.

"Well, I get the feeling that you're just running without even knowing what you are running from." I sighed.

"Kian, this is my problem, really, it is. Okay?" After he was silent for a moment, I finished it off by adding, "Sorry, but I have to go. I'm not packed yet." And I hung up.

*************Later****************

"Mum. We need to talk."

She appears to be ignoring me right now, so absorbed is she in her wedding planning. I sigh, even as she says, "Yes Scarlett, we can talk. But we must make it quick, alright?" I sit down, and then close my eyes, fighting for calm.

"Alright Mum."

"So," she says, sitting back with her wineglass and watching me as she takes a sip. "What do we need to talk about darling?"

How do I start? Might as well just jump right in…"Mum, why did you post my letter?"

"What letter?" she asks innocently.

"The letter I wrote Kian." I reply, furious now that she refuses to just admit that she mailed it.

She, however, sighs and replies, "Scarlett, now you are just being ridiculous. Why would I have mailed anything of yours? Although I did try to convince you to write him and send it, I would never send it without asking you first. And I thought you didn't want to write him in the first place." Now that, at least, was true.

"Mum. Who else could have sent it? Because I didn't, but he somehow managed to get it anyway."

"Where was it?"

"Where was it? Where was it? In my room, where else would it have been?" Now, however, she doesn't look as though this makes sense. If anything, she looks more confused.

"Scarlett, honey, I haven't been in your bedroom in weeks. There is no way I could have mailed it, even if I knew what you were talking about or where it was."

I am absolutely furious, miffed. "Mum. No one else could have-" but before I can finish my rant, or even really start one, my mother's new fiancée appears.

Mark is all smiley most of the time. In fact, I think this is the third time I have ever seen him without his smile, ready to disarm. Now, he just looks a little scared (can you blame him?) as well as confused. "I thought I heard shouting…" he said slowly, quite unsure of his footing right here. "What is going on, Scarlett?" he asks after a pause, sitting down.

I sigh then decide sit down myself. "Mum mailed off a letter to a friend of mine without asking me for approval first." Mum looks like she is about to deny it again, but Mark stops her dead.

"Was it written to someone named Kian? Already addressed as well?"

This caught me way off guard. "H-how do you know that, Mark?"

"Because it was lying on your desk for around 2 weeks."

"Do you know how it got mailed?"

"I saw it on the table, not sealed, the other day, so I decided you probably had wanted it posted and then forgot to seal it. So I…" he trailed off. "You didn't want it mailed yet, did you?"

"No! Mark, you are supposed to ask, to make sure. Don't just jump to conclusions like that. It is not okay."

"Well, Scarlett, I am really sorry. But it is really a little bit too late to miss the letter, or worry about it." I am afraid that I might get violent very quickly and start doing something reminiscent of my days before Kian. Because there is simply no excuse for this! None at all.

"Mark…AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!" I am screaming before I know what I am doing. I stop a second later though, and look between them apologetically. And then realise I have somehow managed to grab a small knick-knack, just the perfect size for me to throw at one-or both-of them. And then I look back at them. Mum is looking at me like I am something wild that she is afraid might be rabid. And Mark…he is giving me the same look that Mum once gave me, right before shipping me off to live with my father and his other family. That sad, apologetic look that basically says it all. I am leaving.

I get up, and run to my room.

This is just scary because that is the first time I have lost it since…well, since I left Ireland. In three years, that is the first time I have lost it with my mother. It feels so different.

I collapse, shaking, onto my bed, and begin crying. Because I know what happens next: I don't come see Mum or Mark, except on holidays. Custody is transferred to Dad and Clare. And I move to Ireland for good. And now, I am getting the feeling that it will happen sooner than originally planned.

This has just gone bad.

*************End Chapter*************

A/N: Now, in closing, I will just ask for all of you who want to see a chapter 3 to plaese leave me a review or 2 telling me how you liked it, and how good or bad it actually was. I won't add a chapter 3 until I start seeing those reviews, okay? And you ppl are my inspiration, so please do review!