Hello my loyal readers (: sorry I have not updated in a while. busy schedule, headaches, you know the deal. lol. Anyway, I have rewritten this chapter so many times. It took me forever to figure out what direction I want to go with the rest of the story. Haha. So, anyway, here's another chapter.

Recap:

"Brock, you can't even see where you are going." She was getting scared and antsy. "Maybe you should pull over."

"Reba, calm down…we are almost home." He tried calming her down.

"BROCK!" she screamed a blood curdling scream.

Everything went black.


The sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance. Brock's eyes slowly opened. He winced as he felt pain rush over his body. He unsuccessfully tried to turn his head to look at Reba, who was in worse condition than he was. Maybe it was the shock of it all, or the excruciating pain he felt, but everything went black once again.

Cheyenne and Van had just gotten home.

"Can you believe mom and dad are getting back together?" Cheyenne made simple conversation with Van.

"The way they were all over each other today, they better be getting back together!" Cheyenne winced in disgust.

"Yeah, I don't know if I am used to that yet." She pointed out. "I don't really remember them being all 'lovey dovey' around each other."

"As long as they are happy, thought." Van was in agreement with her. He had never seen the two be affectionate around each other, but he was glad they were happy.

"Yeah. As long as they are happy, I am happy." She smiled at Van as the phone rang. "I'll get it."

"Hello?" Van followed her to the kitchen. "What?" Cheyenne's face looked like she had just seen a ghost. "Okay, thank you sir."

"What was that?" Van asked, seeing Cheyenne's reaction.

She slowly walked over to him. "I feel like I'm going to puke." She stated, before nearly collapsing in his arms. Van knew something terrible had happened. He was just too afraid to find out what it was, but he pushed on.

"What happened." He asked a faint Cheyenne.

"It's mom and dad." She managed to rasp out.

"What about Mr. and Mrs. H?"

"They were in an accident, Van! They were driving home in the storm, and they were in an accident." She cried.

Van was stunned. He never thought anything could ever happen to the people he called parents. "They are okay, though. Right?" he questioned in a shaky voice.

"No!" she cried even harder. "They are in a coma!"

Van felt his hands go numb. Slowly, the tears began to fall. He held Cheyenne until he came to his sense.

"Why are we just sitting here crying?" he jumped up. Cheyenne was startled by his sudden outburst. "We should be up there at the hospital!" Cheyenne slowly stood up, nodding in agreement.

"Should we tell Jake and Kyra?" she asked meagerly.

"No," he responded, feeling his rationality coming back to him. "I think we should wait to see how bad Mr. and Mrs. H's condition is. Then we will see from there."

"Okay."

The ride to the hospital was a quiet one. Van and Cheyenne had dropped Elizabeth off with Kyra, and told her that they were going out. She did not have to know the whole truth right now.

"Can I help you?" the nurse at the front desk asked.

"Yes," van replied, with as much amiability as he could muster up. "We are looking for Reba and Brock Hart." Cheyenne gripped his shirt tightly as the nurse typed away at her keyboard.

"They are in room 1221." She replied. "They are in critical condition, so prepare yourselves."

As they rode the elevator, their nerves became more and more evident.

"Van, what happens if, if they…" Cheyenne could not finish her sentence. She could not imagine her life without her parents. Sure her mom was controlling and hot tempered, but she was also the most loving person she knew. She never put herself before her family. And sure her dad had ruined their family, but everything worked out in the end. She was a daddy's girl. She always would be. At times it seemed like she was the only one who didn't hate him. She had no idea what she would do if they were gone.

"Shhhh. It's okay." Van comforted her. "They are going to be just fine."

For the time being, Cheyenne found it easier to just believe him.

Van stopped before entering the room. He knew he had to prepare not only Cheyenne, but himself.

Cautiously they opened the door. Cheyenne gasped.


There was a blinding white light, and the most severe pain she had ever felt in her life. She tried to move, but it was no use. 'Why did this happen to me?' she thought. 'Why didn't Brock just wait until the storm cleared?'

'You know why this happened.' A powerful voice told her.


'Why did this happen to me?' Brock's thoughts echoed Reba's.

'Have you learned your lesson?' The same powerful voice asked him.

'What lesson am I supposed to learn? Listen to Reba?'

'Something like that.' It wasn't the response Brock was expecting. They were in an accident, just so Brock could learn to listen to Reba? He couldn't believe it.

'You are taking her for granted once again. When she wasn't yours, you wanted her more than anything. And you would have done anything to keep her. Isn't that right?'

Brock had no idea what was happening. Was he having a conversation with his subconscious?

'Now that you are allowed to see her, and she is not off limits, she no longer holds your attention, does she?'

That was the nice way of putting it.

'If you do not learn your lesson, and stop taking her for granted, you will wake up.'

Brock was relieved.

'But she will not.'

Cliffhanger! Will Brock learn his lesson? Will he stop taking Reba for granted?

Thanks for the reviews! I had a snow day today! Yay! So I wrote this chapter. I think I finally figured out where this story is going. Lol. Keep reading, tell me what you think. 3