Hey guys!!!!!! Sorry it took so long to post the 2nd chapter, my computer was malfunctioning, but here's my third. I just wanna say thank you if you've been following my story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here we go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, and my friend, "Bunny" is sorry she couldn't be here. ;P

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Amy paced back and forth inside her house. She hadn't seen Jack. She wasn't sure if he was coming back, but she assumed that he would come back, to reassure her that he was okay. It had been hours now, and it had stopped raining. She hadn't seen Derek or his bumbling friends either.

Amy couldn't stand it. She opened her back door and started down the alley.

Then she saw him. "Jack!" she screamed, and ran to him. He was unconscious, just lying there on the ground. She knelt down by him, afraid to touch him. She finally picked up his head. "Jack! Jack! Wake up!" She cried.

Then Jack's eyes fluttered open, and he looked at Amy. "Amy? What happened?" He asked quietly.

Amy just smiled, and brought his head to her shoulder to hug him.

"Ow! Amy!" Jack flinched.

"Oh, sorry. I'm so glad you're alright." Amy said, looking into Jack's eyes.

"I'm fine, just a little sore...all over." Jack groaned, sitting up.

"What happened?" Amy asked, examining Jack for any major wounds.

"What do you think? That bastard Derek beat me up." Jack said, wincing as he straightened himself.

"You could've defended yourself!" Amy said, looking at Jack.

"Those damn henchmen of his grabbed me!" Jack exclaimed a little loudly.

Amy turned silent and looked back at Jack's arm.

Jack sighed, and turned Amy's head towards his with his hand. "I'm sorry. It's just...I hate the bastard, and this whole thing with my dad..."

Amy smiled, and touched Jack's hand on her cheek. "I'm sorry too. It's alright, I overreacted."

Jack smiled, and took his hand off Amy's face. "This is really corny."

Amy laughed. "Yeah, it is."

Amy stood up, and helped Jack to his feet. He leaned on her shoulder for support, and they walked to Amy's house.

Helping Jack onto the couch, Amy went in search for the first aid kit. Sitting on the couch, Jack looked around Amy's small living room. There was a small picture of a green field against a blue sky that was most likely purchased at a garage sale to only serve the purpose of having more useless things. The walls were a dull beige, and there was a small T.V and the couch Jack was sitting on.

Then someone entered the room. Jack jerked his head to see a tall man, about 21, coming into the room. He had orange-red hair like Amy's, except his was in a buzz cut. He had the same emerald eyes, too.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

"Oh, uh, I'm Jack." Jack said, standing up with much difficulty.

"What are you doing in my house?" The man screamed, running up to Jack and pushing him against the wall with his hand around Jack's neck. Jack could hear the picture falling to the ground. He strained against the hold around him, but it held strong.

"Goddamnit!" He gasped. "Let me go!"

"Cody! What the hell are you doing?" Amy cried, running into the room.

"Who is this guy?" Cody asked.

"My friend, idiot! Let him go, now!" She shouted, punching the boy in the back.

Jack felt the grasp on his neck let go, and he took in a huge gulp of air while rubbing his now bruised neck.

"What the hell is your problem?" Amy shrieked.

"There was a guy in our house," Cody attempted to say.

"Okay, shut the hell up. Go somewhere else." Amy shooed him away.

"Who was that?" Jack asked.

Amy sighed, "M y brother."

Jack nearly choked on his breath.

Well, yeah, that's it!!!!!!!! And Amy has a brother????!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!...Hope you enjoyed:D