Chapter 9:

The Aftermath

AN: So, here's chapter 9! I hope you like it! And sorry for the long wait. Have a great day! God Bless You, fellow writers! :)


No computer for two months. No Ipad for two months. No phone for two months. Luke even had to permanently delete his Facebook account. That was his punishment.

No one spoke at dinner. The Davenports stayed, but no one really talked.

As they were getting ready for bed, Emma approached her nanny. Emma had been punished with losing all electronics for two weeks, since she had actually known about what Mary was going through, but hadn't said anything.

"Jessie," she said quietly. "What do we do on Monday if kids ask where she is?"

Jessie lowered her voice. "Say she's sick. Do not mention this. No matter what. You understand?"

Emma nodded.

"Good."


After dinner, Luke had been grounded to his room, where he was to stay until the next morning. However, he couldn't fall asleep. So, when he was sure the coast was clear, he put some clothes on, and snuck out to the basketball court in Central Park, ball in hand.

As he shot, images of the pills lying scattered on Mary's bathroom floor played through his mind. It shook Luke to his core.

Mary was his sister. His twin. No. She was more then that. She was his best friend. His little sister. The sister that he was supposed to protect. And look after. Not bully. When Luke had first met his sister, he had known that she was different. She was rough, yet she had a soft side that people rarely saw. And she was much more sensitive than people thought. Luke knew that even the littlest things hurt her. She had been through so much, and there wasn't much left to knock down. And now she had tried to kill herself. And it was all Luke's fault.

At that thought, Luke hurled the basketball past the hoop. He heard a crash, but he didn't care.

Mary had tried to kill herself. She could have died if Cady hadn't of stopped her. She wanted to die. She wanted to get away from him.

God, what had he done?!

Luke fell to his knees in the middle of the court and sobbed.


Jessie sat quietly in Mary's hospital room, a romance novel in her hand. But she hadn't touched it.

The doctor said that Mary's sedative should wear off at some point. But he wanted to keep her at the hospital for at least another day, just for observation.

With one look at Mary, Jessie couldn't help but cry. What was she thinking? Why didn't she come to her? Didn't Mary trust her?

Jessie wiped her eyes and let out another sob. She didn't know how to deal with this. She was their nanny. Not their parent. Morgan and Christina were trying their best to get there, but they were in LA, and their flight had been delayed due to bad weather in Nevada.

A knock at the door caught Jessie's attention.

Chase was standing there, a cup of coffee in his hands. "Hey," he said, his voice ringing with exhaustion. "How's she doin'?"

Jessie sighed. "She's still out. But the doctor says the sedative should be wearing off soon."

Chase nodded.

"Chase, are you okay?" Jessie asked quietly.

Chase had started to nod, but then he stopped and let his face fall into his hands.

"Oh, Chase," Jessie said sympathetically.

Chase wiped his hand over his face and took a deep breath. "No," he said, trying to compose himself. "I'm fine."

Jessie stood. "Are you sure?"

Chase nodded, then disappeared out the door.

Jessie sighed and sat back down. Everything was just so messed up.

Opening her novel, she began to read. But after a while, she realized she had spent five whole minutes on the first page, and yet she hadn't read a single word of it.

Suddenly, a voice startled her out of her thoughts.

"Jessie?"

Jessie's head shot up.

Mary was awake, and was now leaning on her side, facing Jessie.

Jessie immediately moved forward so that she was nearer to her.

"Hey, sweetheart. How you feelin'?"

"You think I'm crazy now, don't you?" Mary said.

"What?" Jessie asked. Mary was obviously very groggy, and Jessie wasn't entirely sure how lucid she was.

"You think I'm crazy now, don't you?" Mary repeated.

Jessie shook her head and gently stroked Mary's hair. "I don't think you're crazy. I wish you would have come to me, but I don't think you're crazy."

"You gonna send me to away?"

Jessie stood and repositioned the cruddy hospital blanket over Mary. "Why don't you go back to sleep?" she suggested.

Mary sat up and leaned on her elbow. "Are you gonna send me away?" she asked again.

Jessie shook her head. "Mary, we're not gonna send you away, okay? Now, go back to sleep."


AN: So, I know that chapter was pretty cruddy, but I have really bad writer's block, so...Anyway, have a great day! God Bless You, fellow writers! :)