Hey you guys... Just as a warning, I'm very upset right now, so don't get freaked out by the ranting I'll be doing...
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Sam's POV
Della was one now. Quorra had taken to bringing her everywhere with her, and today my two girls were out shopping. I declined the offer to go; Quorra usually insisted on buying me clothes, and that was never really fun. Yawning, I walked over to the computer to check my emails. Even though it was the weekend, I still checked on everything at ENCOM.
The computer pinged. Frowning, I looked at it.
Hello?
I stared at the screen. I knew that Dad had once communicated with Cassie through the computer.
Hello.
Is this Sam Flynn?
Yes. Who are you?
My name is Wesley.
Well, then hello Wesley. Question: why did you contact me?
Shit. Neglected to mention my full name is Wesley Kevin Samuel Flynn. That help, Uncle Sam?
… Remind me to yell at your mother.
Oh, you do remember her then?
What is that supposed to mean?
She thinks you all COMPLETELY forgot about her, that's all.
I frowned. How could I forget my sister? Wesley had everything all wrong.
How could I forget my sister?
By leaving her here.
I… I'll come back for her as soon as possible.
She said you said that to her several times before. We're still here.
I…
Crap. I… I have to go. Claire's telling me something's wrong.
Claire?
Twin sister. I'll try and get back to the I/O tower if I can. Hopefully Dad doesn't catch me. Bye.
The computer stopped beeping. Frowning, I grabbed the phone.
"Hey Sam! We're on our way home right now." Quorra sounded excited and happy. "Oh, and Flynn is coming over tonight, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember. Listen… I just got messages from the Grid."
There was silence for a second. Then I heard Quorra take a deep breath. "Are you sure they're legitimate?"
"Um. Actually no." I frowned.
"Then, I say we wait till they try to contact you again. We can go from there."
"Yeah, I guess so. I'll see you when you get home." I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
"Alright. Don't worry Sam. Love you."
"Love you too." I hung up and sat down on the couch, head in my hands.
Claire's POV
Wesley walked out of the tower after me, ignoring Dad and his ranting.
"I don't know what you two were thinking! Somebody could've hurt you!" Dad was furious.
Wes rolled his eyes. "Well, you wouldn't have taken us here anyways! We had to do it ourselves! You would have NEVER let us do this."
"For good reasons!" Dad turned to us.
"Name one." I looked down at my feet as I spoke.
"Because, Claire. You two think you understand everything that happened." Dad sounded sad.
I looked up at him skeptically. "I do understand though."
He shook his head sadly. "You don't, Claire. You don't."
Wes frowned angrily. "Then explain it to us! If you say we can't understand, shouldn't you be explaining it to us so we do?"
"No." Dad looked away from us and got on his Cycle. "Come on, we're going home."
"No. I'm not." Wesley had his arms crossed.
"Wesley. Come on." Dad sighed. "We can talk about everything later."
"Screw you, Dad." Wes walked over to me and hugged me tight. "Take care of yourself, sis." He kissed my cheek and got on his Cycle. "Tell Mom I'm sorry, but I just can't do it anymore."
"Wesley Kevin Samuel Flynn, you will get your ass home right now!" Dad yelled.
"Sorry, Dad. But I'm going." With that, my brother drove off on the Cycle, leaving me and Dad staring after him.
I looked at the ground sadly now. Dad was quiet. "Your mother is going to kill me."
I shook my head. "It's not your fault, Dad." I walked over to him and he pulled me into a hug, sighing. "Wes is just… upset."
"He hates me." Dad sighed, releasing me. "Let's get home and explain this to your mother before she shoots us both." I nodded, getting on the Cycle and following Dad home.
Cassie's POV
I looked up, hearing the door open. Rinzler stalked in, Claire behind him. I stood up, frowning. "Where's Wes?"
Claire looked nervously at me. "He ran away, Mom."
I stumbled, sitting back down on the stool. "He… he did?" My heart was torn. On one hand, I was sad. Wes was alone. But on the other, he was brave enough to escape from our life here.
"I'm sorry Cassie… I tried talking to him." Rinzler came over, standing in front of me. "He didn't want to listen."
"It's alright, Rinz." I took a deep breath. "It'll be alright." I stood quietly. Walking towards the room, I turned to look at him. "Maybe… maybe he was the smart one, Rinzler."
Rinzler's POV
I stared after Cassie, even when the doors slid shut. What did she mean by Wes being the smart one? I didn't understand what she was trying to say. "What did she mean…"
"I think she means that she's tired of being here." Claire watched me from her doorway.
"I've given her everything. But she wants to leave." I sighed. "I shouldn't have yelled at Wesley. Now he's gone."
Claire looked at me sadly. "I almost went with him, Dad. But I didn't want to leave you and Mom. It's not like we already have problems."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I frowned at my daughter. "Claire…"
"What I'm trying to say is we're unhappy here, Dad." She looked upset. "I mean, I love you, I love the Grid, but I need to be able to really just, well, LIVE." She looked away. "Do you get what I'm saying?"
"All I hear is my daughter being unappreciative." I glared at her.
Claire closed her eyes, then opened them. "Then, hear this: I'm leaving."
The next thing I heard was the sound of my fiancée dropping to the floor. I looked behind me, seeing Cassie passed out on the floor. "Cassie!" I ran over to her. Claire sighed and went into her room, then walked out with a small bag. She walked over to where I was, and kissed her mother's cheek.
"I'm sorry Mom. But I hope you understand." She walked out.
"Claire Serenity Anelle Flynn, you get back here right now!" I screamed after her.
She kept on walking. I looked down at Cassie. Cassie wasn't going to take this well.
"I am a terrible father."
So... I got a very rude review from someone for Second Chance. They told me that it was disgusting, that it had no plot, and that I should either rewrite it or delete it. Seriously, people? Don't be stupid. If you don't like it, don't FUCKING read it! I'm sorry for cussing, but really! If you don't like it, just say you didn't! You don't need to plain, flat out tell someone that they should freaking delete it! If you think it's so disgusting, then don't read it! I'm writing because I enjoy it, and you know what? OTHER PEOPLE HAPPEN TO LIKE IT! So, go ahead and be disgusted and tell me I need to delete it. I'm going to ignore it, because I know that there are actually a lot of people that HAPPEN to enjoy the stories.
*sigh* Sorry for my other readers, that you had to see that. -.-* I'm really depressed right now. My dream school just rejected me for a second time, my Dad's being a bipolar jackass, and I'm just NOT in the mood, considering school's been hell. *sigh* Congrats world, you might push another teen to suicide...*shakes head* I'll probably be taking a break from writing all of my stories, because of what's going on, plus rehearsals are getting longer and more rigorous.
Review if you want to. *walks off*
