Hello, blazingalex here. Another few chapters and I will reveal what the hell is happening.

WARNING: Sexual themes WILL occur. This is rated M for a reason. I do NOT own Pokemon, or anything related in this story. Enjoy!

Chapter 7: Mark's Mistake

"Hold the fuck up," I demanded. "Murder?
"Yes," the arresting officer told me. "We have strong evidence that he committed the heinous crime. Why? Do you say different?"

"I would like to know the time of the murder."

"Sorry, but unless you know a guy who is a lawyer, you won't know anything until the trial." She turned to Mark. "Okay, get in the car."

"CJ," Mark said as he was stuffed into the back. "You know who to call. Tell Adrian what's happening. I'll be back for Adam!" The door slammed shut and they took him away.

"You'll be okay, Mark," I muttered. "I know what to do."

I walked back into the house and went straight upstairs to Vincent's room.

"Vince, I need your help," I said, bursting through his door. He jumped away from a suitcase. The room was practically stripped. His clothes looked like they were tossed in without care.

"H-hey, CJ," he chuckled nervously.

"Are you going somewhere?"

"Um, well, I-"
"Vincent, what are you doing?" He sighed and sat down.

"I can't take it anymore. This family is driving me crazy."

"What do you mean?" I sat down next to him.

"Sydney is breaking down, Danny is nailing Nichole, Alex is dead, you and Izzy are falling apart. I-I just can't. It's too much for me."

"Vince, you can't leave. You help hold this family together."

"Exactly. And I guess you can say that it's time I cut the rope."

"You can't do this to me. To us. If you leave, this will be on your mind wherever you go. You will have guilt following you around, knowing that you destroyed us."

"CJ, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but just stop. Let me live my life." He stood up, closed his suitcase, and started walking out the door.

"What will you tell Sydney?" I asked him.

"I'm not," Vincent responded. "You will." And he left. I ran out the door to catch up to him, but he was gone.

"Damnit." I took a deep breath and went looking for Sydney. She wasn't in the room, obviously, so I decided to check all the other rooms. The first one I checked was Ryan's room. Well, Danny's old room. I was about to open the door when I heard something coming from inside. Crying. I knocked.

"Y-yeah?" Ryan responded, sniffling. "Who is it?"

"It's CJ. Can I come in?" No answer. I walked in anyways.

Ryan lied on his bed, hugging a pillow close to his icy body. The pillow cover was soaked from his tears. On the nightstand next to the bed was a note with a flower laying across it.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"She's gone," he mumbled into the pillow. "I don't think she's coming back."

"Ryan, I'm sure she will." I placed a paw on his shoulder.

"No, she's gone. Look at the note." I picked up the piece of paper.

"No." I dropped it immediately. It wasn't a goodbye note.

It was a ransom note.

Surprise, bitch! Yes, the note was from Mark. Now, just why is this shit happening? Stay tuned for the final chapters. blazingalex, out!