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(Still) Toniann's POV

I can't believe April and Casey are still there!

Should I say anything..?

Or should I just ignore the fact that they're still there..?

I guess I'll just ignore the fact that they're still in that weird place.

Besides... What have they ever done that has helped me..?

Nothing.

That's my exact point!

I have problems here, right now.

Vincent looks really pissed at me... He just woke up from being knocked out.

There's a bruise on his face.

"TONIANN!" He screamed, he suddenly had an axe in his hand.

Everyone ran up to grab Vincent and hold him back.

I threw a fire ball at him through my hands.

He screamed on th top of his lungs, probably from the burning sensation.

He was about to charge at me, but everyone else held him back.

"Ugh. Fine. BUT THIS ISNT OVER!" Vincent screeched.

Vincent walked back to his seat, with his arms crossed.

"You're such a baby..." I taunted.

"No I'm not!" Vincent growled.

I decided to ignore Vincent's agitated cries.

I took out my t-phone and started to play around with it.

I was in the middle of playing a random game when my phone started to buzz.

I looked at the caller id.

It was Leo.

I nervously looked around, before realizing that this whole time Donnie was probably tracking my t-phone, and that they were close by here.

I took my Phone and smashed it into the ground.

Everyone looked up.

I stomped on my phone multiple times.

"Woah. I'm pretty sure it's broken, Toniann." Chase told me.

I jerked my head to where he was standing and I felt my face start to heat up , was I embarrassed?

"Rage quit?" Mark asked me.

I rolled my eyes.

"No, I realised that my bothers could be tracking me." I replied.

"Tracking you?!" Chase exclaimed, scaredly.

"I know! They're major stalkers..." I told him.

"You think they would trust you by now, you're how old now?" Mark asked, probably forgetting.

"I'm 12 years old! They treat me like I'm two!" I screamed, annoyed as hell.

"You're only 12? Then they should be that way, maybe now the tracking thing though..." Chase said.

"What?! You're on their side...?" I asked him, getting very annoyed.

"No! I never said that! I ment that they're being a little bit reasonable... You're still so young." Chase told me.

I groaned in annoyance.

Mark laughed, which made me turn around.

"What's so funny?" I asked him.

But as he was just about to answer, we all (at least I think) heard a really loud crash.

All the secret keepers put up their hoods and ran to go and investigate.

I just stood where everyone was before... Confused as ever.

I head foot steps coming towards me which freaked me out

I was about to open my mouth to scream, but a hand covered my mouth.

I looked up to see Mark and Chase standing there, and Marks hand was on my mouth.

He took his hand off of my mouth before putting a finger on his lips.

"You're hand smells nice.." I told Mark.

Mark stared at me , while Chase was trying to stifle a laugh, but failing miserably.

"Come on!" Chase yelled grabbing me by the wrist, and Mark following behind.

"You know there's something wrong with you, right?" Chase asked me.

"Yeah! I already knew! Melissa told me so." I covered my mouth, strangely just realizing what I had said.

Chase had an alarmed look on his face.

"What Melissa?" Mark asked.

Chase nudged him.

"I was about to ask that!" Chase complained, in a childish way.

"Melissa McCain..?" I questioned, why did Mark want to know?

"Oh god.." Chase said.

"What?!" I asked, getting confused.

What was he so worried about?

"You had to go to school? You dad actually made you?" He asked me.

"Yeah! Monday was my first day! Melissa already told me there was something wrong with me on the first day!" I exclaimed.

Chase just rolled his eyes.

"She's my kid.." He said simply.

Oh! That makes so much sense now!

But not really...

I'm still a bit confused.

"How is she your kid exactly,If Melissa and I are the same age , and I was in your childhood?" I asked.

"Well.. You were born in the first 2003!" Mark exclaimed.

Why was Mark answering for him?

And there is more than one 2003?!

"DUDE! You're so annoying! Let me answer her goddamn question!" Chase exclaimed.

I felt a rough tap on my shoulder.

I turned around, and there were my brothers, standing there angrily with their arms crossed..

Uh oh... This isn't going to be good...

Melissa's POV

What am I going to do..?

I have absolutely no clue where I am!

What if my mom finds me here!

I heard a loud car honk, and that made me turn around.

I made legitimate eye contact with who was in the front.. My mom... And Kamryn sitting in the passenger seat.

The car stopped, And My mom angrily opened the car door.

She walked up to me with a really angry look on her face and she roughly grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards the car.

"Where have you been?!" She asked me angrily.

"Um... I got lost..." I told her, admitting the truth.

But of course.. She didn't believe me.

"Yeah, right! You are in a lot of trouble, young lady! Once your father comes home you will be in a lot of trouble!" She said angrily.

"If he ever does!" I exclaimed angrily.

"DO not say that... He will come back.., just give him some time!" She yelled at me.

"Where is he?" I asked her, tears starting to well up in my eyes.

"I don't know, sweetie..." She told me, guiding me to the car.

Kamryn opened up the front seat door, and then went to the back , and opened that door.

I sat down in the passenger seat and that sat down, and slammed the door shut.

I put my hand in my sweatshirt pocket and in there, I felt my phone.

Why didn't I think of calling anyone earlier!

I opened up my phone and went into messages and clicked on my dads contact, and texted:

Dad! You've been gone for two months! And you haven't even called! I miss you so much, please come home... I want to tell you about how I saw one of your best friends... Or your "sister" The one you thought was gone.. Please dad, come home soon! If you're even alive...

I hit send without even a second thought.

I poured my heart out in a simple text.

it's probably burned or in pieces...

Because he said if he's going to die... He wants to die in a blaze of glory.. And to me... Risking yourself for someone you love... Is definitely glory.

But the text sent... So what does that mean?