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Seriously, updating this story and waiting for reviews from you guys is making my days better. And, mostly, since school has started today again and Monday is not really my favourite day... :D

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BackBecky : GYEEAZ, CONTINUING CONTINUING CONTINUING! :D

YrCaJc : If I understood you right, you meant, that just the last chapter was short, but the others' length is fine? Then I'm sorry, I think the sixth chapter sucks, too. But I'm glad, that you were looking forward to this chap. :]

Love : Oh yes, there will be some more Runther 'teasing' (I don't know how to call it other way). You really think my chapters are too short? I'll see, what I can do, because I have actually written some chapters ahead and I believe they are as long as the rest... and sorry for killing you, lol :]

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DarkNight18 : Aww, thanks! I was actually planning some Adventure, but for now I changed the second genre to 'Suspense'. Even if I'm kind of ashamed, I'll be completely honest to you: I haven't figured the whole plotline out yet. After having trouble with an other story of mine, I swore to think the plot out, before uploading the beginning, but I have spent lots of time waiting and writing ahead, so I just lost my patience and uploaded the first chapter. Anyway, if I would add some Adventure, I think I would let something really serious and dangerous happen. You will see, in the end of this chapter is just a tiny preview of what could happen. It could also be Adventure / Crime - but with Adventure, as I said, something serious would happen. So think twice, if you have enough nerves to vote for it. *le joking with a deadly serious voice* :D

I hope, you like this chapter, reviews with your opinion are greatly appreciated (:


Chapter VII


After a while talking about random things, Gunther felt, it was time to ask her the question that had been on his mind for this whole time.

"Rocky?"

"Hm?" She was eating a fresh red apple and couldn't say anything but.

"Why did you say, that your parents and CeCe hate you? And who accuses you being a murderer?"

Rocky sighed, "If it would be only my parents and CeCe. The whole country hates me - I murdered Flynn, after all."

"You... murdered Flynn?" Gunther questioned unbelievably.

"No! No, I didn't!" For a second he was afraid she would start crying again and started regretting his question. "It wasn't my fault... when I got here, he already was not... alive," Rocky stuttered out.

"But why does everyone think it was you?" He wanted to add, that there sure was a reason why they think so, but the old Rocky would never do something that'd hurt people in any way, leave alone killing, so he let it be.

"Because... because... I don't know, okay? You said you'd ask when I'm ready!" Rocky yelled.

"I'm sorry," he said calmly, "I really am. It's just... everything has changed, since I left and I want to be up-to-date again."

"I'm glad you're not," she said back and took a bit of the apple furiously. "Let's just forget this whole thing for now, I'm sure we have other themes to talk about."

"Yeah, you're right. Do you still dance?" he asked, changing the topic, as she said.

"No," Rocky replied sadly. "I haven't even thought of dancing this whole time."

"Well then," Gunther stood up, a cheeky grin on his lips, "I think it's time to think of it again!"

Before she could even ask, what he meant, she felt his hand taking hers and spin her around. An agreeable warmth was spreading through her veins and she easily followed his lead. He was dancing with such a power, that she never knew existed and inspiration hit Rocky. Her body, that had never forgotten how to move, grooved a little to a beat, that only the two of them could hear, but she didn't dance yet. It seemed to be enough for Gunther, because he made one last move forwards and sat down on the couch again, catching his breath. Rocky sat down next to him, this time a little closer, because those radiowaves, that brought her to the airport about three days ago, he was spreading them. He smiled at her gently and she tried her best to return the smile as well as she could.

"And, do you think you're going to think about dancing anytime soon again?" Gunther questioned, still smiling.

"Yes, definitely," Rocky replied, determination in her voice.

"That's great," Gunther said and took a look at the clock. "It's late, you better get going, or your parents will get mad."

"Oh yeah, you're right."

Rocky stood up and went to the kitchen, throwing away the rests of the apple into a garbage-can.

"I guess you are going to disagree, if I'll say I'll walk you."

"Yeah. But thanks."

"No problem."

"No, I didn't mean the walking..." Rocky said, putting on her shoes. "See you!"

And there she left, leaving Gunther's question "What then for?" unspoken.


The next day, Gunther had woken up early and waited for Rocky to pay a visit. He was sitting on the couch in 'the other room' and listening to the turned on TV, while writing something into a note book. As the first side was covered, Gunther laid the book down on the ground and switched the channel. The sheet of paper said:

"I'm going to go to school on Monday and there I, hopefully, am going to find out more about Rocky's situation. Besides, I need to see Tinka - she's my sister, after all.

Until now I know, that Rocky is accused to have murdered Flynn and no one believes in her innocence. I, personally, think, that there are lots of people who don't think she's guilty, but they aren't brave enough to make a stand against the others. Well, if I have found out enough, I will be the first one.

And about Tinka: she must have became closer to CeCe after her brother's death and CeCe, somehow, turned into a popular whorish chick, dragging my sister after herself. I don't know what I am going to do about it yet, I just want to see her, changed or not."

Gunther sighed and turned the television off.

He was going to wait for Rocky in silence.


She woke up at 9 p.m. Opening her eyes, she found the blanket, that was covering her thin body at night, laying untidyon the carpet. The sun shone brightly behind the window, but today it wasn't making her feel sad. She walked up to the window and pushed the curtains away, enjoying the sight of Chicago's buildings which the sun was shining at. The sky had a wonderful colour, a mix of dark blue and light orange. It seemed, like Rocky had noticed the beauty of the sky for the first time.

Something about her was changing, and she liked it.

After a few minutes she decided to start getting ready. She closed the window and left her room, tip-toing all the way through the hall to the bathroom, closing the door after herself quietly.

Rocky liked the atmosphere in the bathroom. The walls were made of white tiles, that were almost shining by themselves, not needing the neon light of the lamp on the ceiling. The room was quite big: on the left side there was a white wash-basin, with a light blue glass standing on it and two shelves hanging on the wall next to it, which were containing bathroom things, like tooth pasta or manicure scissors, on the right side there was a huge mirror and all the way in front of her there was a bath.

She let the water flow. The sound, it was making, sounded like a melody to her. She held her hands into the water and took the soap from the upper shelf to wash her hands before anything else.

After an hour Rocky was all ready. She had taken a shower, brushed her teeth, washed her face, her hair and dressed up. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at the reflection of herself. Not that bad, she thought and started brushing her hair, leaving it flow down her shoulders for once.

She was in an extremely good mood, as she left.

But that was about to change, when she was almost there.

She heard a whistle behind her, but didn't turn around.

"Raquel," a male voice called a few times, without getting a reaction from her. The man, whose voice it was, ran faster to catch up with the scared brunette and came in her way.

"How are you doing today, Raquel?" he asked. She felt his drunk breath on her skin. "You're a rude little whore, answer, when I ask you something!" he said, after waiting for an answer for a minute.

"I'm good," Rocky replied then, hoping the man would leave her alone.

"How can a murderer be good?" the man questioned furiously, his hands turning into fists.

"I'm not a murderer"

"And a liar," the drunk man added. "I think you need to learn your lection."

Before Rocky could even blink once, the man hit her hardly In the stomach. She swallowed loud, trying not to focus on the pain. He hit her once more, this time his right fist catched her shoulder. She knew it wasn't broken, but it felt like it was.

One more punch, this time it was her left leg. She collapsed to the ground, a moan of pain escaping her lips. The man moved Rocky's immovable body with his foot, so she would lean against the wall of a building behind her and face him. One slap, a red print on her soft cheek. A second slap, a third. He kicked her forehead, leaving an ugly bruise.

After an hour, the man had enough.


After a long time of patiently waiting Gunther got worried. What, if Rocky got lost or something like this? He decided to take a walk from his apartment to hers to find out.

Cars were driving past the streets and people were heading to get their business done. The blonde was walking, with the hands in the pockets of his dark blue jeans, and watching out for the familiar face Rocky's, with the dark brown curls framing it nicely.

What he saw in the next second, was the least thing he expected to see.

Rocky, yes, it was her. But not her at the same time. Her clothing was ripped, bruises could be seen everywhere, where skin was showing and she had a black eye.

"Rocky?" Gunther knelt down and laid his hand down on her right arm, where there was a little piece of skin left, that was bruiseless. "Rocky, can you hear me?"

"Uuuh," a shaky sound escaped Rocky's lips, letting Gunther know, that she was alive.

"Rocky..." he said, looking at her beaten up body and feeling his heart breaking at the sight.

"I don't know who did this to you, but if I find out, he is going to pay," Gunther whispered to himself and stroked Rocky's messed up hair.