Jeff woke, to at least what he thought was the morning. The sun was shining through his window, blinding his eyes. He turned a bit, and saw Anna curled next to him, her legs pulled up towards her stomach. His heart fluttered, and he felt stupid, but he simply stared. His hand moved out, and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear.

He lifted himself off the bed, and made his way towards the bathroom, set on doing something he hadn't thought of in a long time.

***

Waking to the sound of screaming, Anna quickly jumped off the bed and looked around. Where was Jeff? She heard the moaning getting louder and she ran for the bathroom. Her legs gave out as she saw Jeff lying on the floor, blood spilling from his arms. "Oh, Jeff… no."
His eyes lifted to hers. "I couldn't help myself."

A wave of shock and pain rolled down her spine. She hadn't wanted to see anyone in pain like her. She didn't want to deal with this too. "Goddammit Jeff, why did you have to do this?" She rushed over to the cabinet, found gauze and bent down to him. "You make it so hard… so hard." She grabbed a free towel from the rack and soaked it under the faucet and started to clean off the seeping blood.

She did it almost too mechanically. She had done it a thousand times, to herself, and she knew exactly how to stop it on Jeff. The only problem was that she couldn't pick up a 220 pound man… she could drag herself back into bed. "Fuck…" She quieted and looked around for something to tape the gauze on with.

"How 'bout this?"

She looked up at her father and caught a roll of tape and taped the gauze on tightly.

"You do that too well."

She ignored his comment. "Can you carry him to the bed?"

***

Anna watched Jeff finally fall into sleep, after rambling on and on about how he didn't mean to hurt her and he didn't mean to do it so much. The chills had left her body numb and her father stood close, too close. He had only slept because he couldn't talk anymore. He reminded her of herself, and that worried Anna. She didn't love herself, so how could she love him?

Raven didn't speak, and walked out into the kitchen, resting his head on the counter. "I… didn't know."

"Jeff never did anything like this before?" Anna walked into the room.

He sighed. "I only started traveling with him after Matt died. About two years after… he seemed fine, still does most of the time. I don't know if he really even cared about Matt that much."

"He must've to cut himself like that!" She cried, and then calmed herself down, trying to breathe.

"I still don't like the idea of the two of you together--"

"One kiss doesn't mean anything. You need to stay the hell outta' my life."

"I'm your father!"

"Not to me." Anna stared at him. "I barely remember you. I've never had a father, a mother. I'm a orphan, as far as I'm concerned. I don't care if you're here now. The damage that you've done is irreparable." She walked back to Jeff's room. "I'm going to stay with him and I'd prefer that you leave." She slammed the door.

***

Chrissy felt a slight longing in her heart, as if something was calling to her. She ignored it, as she always did, and wished that something would change. Living alone, with millions of dollars, was pointless. Ssshe didn't have any friends, and any affairs had ended miserably(Not that she loved any of them, but still.) Chrissy was simply lonely.

She wondered, almost everyday, about her family. She remembered them now, all of them. Glen and Gwen… those two, she wished, she prayed that she could see them again, but she couldn't. She couldn't go back as if nothing had happened. It would never work. She remembered all the fun, the laughter. Happiness. Chrissy just wanted to be happy.

She most of all remembered Raven. She cried over him, nightly. She couldn't remember his face. She could only hear his voice, calling to her, always waiting for her to return to him. She bit back a sob in her throat. Her daughter would be eighteen now and soon into college if she hadn't had left.

She fell onto the bed, in a flurry of tears. "Oh god, Raven, if I could only hold you now… if only…"

***

Raven felt a sharp pull at his heart, but he refused to move from his spot in the kitchen. He heard a cry from the room. He didn't want to interfere. Anna already hated him enough.

***

Anna held Jeff close in her arms. She didn't want him to hurt. She wanted to help him--- she just didn't know how. She watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful, almost dead… it made her so nervous to watch… how close he came. She shuddered and hugged his body. She didn't know what to do.

TBC….

A/N: Sucky ending, I know, but bah, bite me. New chapter should be out uh… hmm… next Tuesday or before hopefully. Lots of work as of late, so bleh. GUESS WHO'S GOING TO THE ICP CONCERT! WOO!!!!!! ME! Anyways, hopefully new chapter, thanks for all the reviews. You guys make my life grand.

-Saph(hopes this kills gwen)