Bailey's parents walked into Moseby's office. They had been crying for days. Both Pickett's had puffy, blood shot eyes and blotchy cheeks. They were holding onto each other's arms tightly. Mr. Moseby got up and looked at them. He shook his head and got up from his desk to greet the Pickett's.

"Oh, Ms. and Mr. Pickett. I am so sorry for this tragedy." Mr. Moseby said softly. "This is the worst thing I could have imagined to happen on this boat"

"You killed our little girl." Mr. Pickett said. "Do you know how much she meant to us? Do you know how much we loved Bailey?" His voice rose "Do you know what it is going to be like burring our only child who could make something of their life?"

"Clyde, please, it's not his fault" Ms. Pickett pleaded. Gerry ignored his wife's plead.

"You can just give us Bailey and her belongings and we will be done with you." Mr. Moseby sighed.

"Look, sir," Mr. Moseby said sympathetically "I have no idea what it is like to loose a child, especially to such a devious act, and if I could, I would hand you Bailey's body so you can be done here and try and move on with your lives. But it's not that simple. The authorities have Bailey's body." Moseby paused "How about you sit down, I don't think anyone has explained what happened to Bailey. Please sit down, so I can tell you what the authorities found." Clyde looked at his wife. She looked back up at him and nodded.

"I want to know what happened to our Bailey."

"Okay. We will sit down" Clyde sighed.

"Thankyou." Mr. Moseby said as he addressed them to his green leather wooden office seats before sitting down on his black leather seat. Once the Pickett's took their seats, Mr. Moseby proceeded. He grabbed a file out of a yellow coloured envelope titled 'PICKETT, BAILEY'

"On this file is what the authorities found in the autopsy. I think it would be best if you two read it yourselves instead of me reading it out loud." Mr. Moseby said as he handed Clyde the file. Clyde eyed down Moseby before taking the file in his shaky hands. He looked on the sheet of paper.

Name: Pickett, Bailey

Age: 15

D.O.B: 5/16/93

Estimate Time of Death: 1:30 am on the 4/29/09

Result of Death: Drug overdose, alcohol poising, suspected rape

Autopsy conclusion: Bruising on left side of face indicates several beatings to head with human fist, two sets of semen found in vaginal area. Ecstasy found in blood stream, along with large amounts of alcohol. Death from overdose.

No suspects as of yet.

Clyde handed Moseby back the file. He was shaking uncontrollably before braking down in tears.

"She did nothing wrong! Those fucking teenage boys took advantage of my poor Bailey and now she is dead because all those boys just wanted a root!" Gerry yelled.

"Eunice, we need to see Bailey. Moseby, you can arrange it?"

"I'll see what I can do." Moseby said softly. Clyde nodded in thanks and grabbed his wife and walked out of the door.


ZPOV:

I woke up again in the middle of another nightmare. I have been doing this for the last few days since I got Bailey killed. It was all my fault. If I didn't convince her to drink the alcohol, she would still be here. I don't know how I'm going to deal with this. A part of me is just saying I should just end my life, another is saying, 'deal with what is to come'.

I don't remember leaving the room before the police came. Frank must have dragged me out or something. I don't know if I should tell anyone what happened. Maybe I should just leave the ship, pretend this never happened, move on, and leave everyone behind.


Zack got up for the first time in days and walked to the door and opened it and left his cabin. Once he got to the front doors and got a smell of the fresh air, he felt like vomiting. But if he wanted this over, he had to deal with it. He walked towards the girl's cabins on the upper deck. The very short elevator ride seemed to take forever, and so did the walk to London and Bailey's cabin. Then it hit Zack. 'Bailey's cabin.' He stoped in his tracks and stared straight ahead. The feeling of nothing was overwhelming that Zack started to get light headed. Zack didn't even notice one of the girls walk out of her cabin and start abusing him if killing Bailey. Zack just looked at her slightly and started to slowly walk towards the cabin were London probably was. He slowly lifted up his right hand, which was shaking violently, and knocked on the silver door. Zack could hear foot steps then London opening the door.

"Zack?" London asked surprised.

"Y-yeah" Zack stuttered.

London's face darkened "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I wanted a favour, if that's okay?" Zack asked cautiously.

"Why should I help you? You killed Bailey." Zack was taken aback by London's sentence. It was the first time anyone told him that 'he killed Bailey'.

Zack shook his head and lowered his voice "London, I didn't kill her, Frank did."

London scoffed. "Sure he did"

"London, I'm not lying. He gave her drugs, and she died of an overdose."

London's face softened. "Really?"

Zack nodded in response.

"I actually believe you" London said thoughtfully. "Thanks, I guess." Zack quickly responded.

"So, what was this favour?" London asked, bringing Zack into the cabin. Zack couldn't even hear what London was asking him. All he could focus on was Bailey's side of the room. It was empty. Just replaced with London's stuff.

"Where is Bailey's stuff?" Zack asked suddnely, cutting into London's sentence.

"They cleared it out, so I put my stuff there." London said sadly. Zack nodded.

"So, again. This favour?" London asked again.

"Oh, yeah, right. Umm, do you have any spare change?" Zack asked quietly. London walked into her wardrobe and pulled out a decent sized handbag.

"This is some of the spare change I have. It's not much, but it is taking up a lot of room in my closet space." London said, handing it over to Zack.

"God, it's so heavy" Zack said lifting it with two hands.

"Well yeah, it's got about two hundred thousand in there.

"Umm, wow. Thanks London." Zack said quietly.

Zack walked out of her cabin and went back to his. Once he got there he opened his door and stashed the bag in the spare wardrobe and lay back down on his bed, and closed his eyes. Within minuets Zack was asleep.

Hello :) Hehe. okay, so the top part of this chapter was supposed to be part of Chapter 2, but I wanted to know the names of the parents so I waited until Twister aired to post this up :) And I'm so happy in the last part of Twister cause Bailey and Cody actually have a REAL kiss for the first time! It was soo good! Anywho, back to the chapter, I have finished my final draft of what is going to happen in this story in my Fan Fic note book, and the story will only be _chapters long and _might _ HAHA! Only I know! SUCKERSS! Guess you're gonna have to read the story to find out what the '_' means :P

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