The boys went out hunting again leaving me and Kaige alone.

"So how does it feel?" I ask.

"What?"

"How does it feel to have a boyfriend that cares about you?" I clarify.

A hint of a smile crosses her face. "I don't know. Good I guess," she shrugs.

"Do I need to bring up what I walked in on the other day?"

"No!"She answers quickly. "No need to bring that up. Near is amazingly sweet and nice and I love him to death."

"Why do I feel like there's a big but coming?" I ask.

She sighs, hiding her hands in her face, "Because there is. Look I love Near, don't get me wrong. It just doesn't feel right. Like I can't put my finger on it, but something's missing."

My eyes widen, "So you don't like him?"

"No," she shakes her head, "I do and that's the problem. How can I tell if this is me or us?"

"If you don't feel the same way, then don't stick in the relationship."

"But maybe I'm just not doing something right," she says.

"It's not about doing everything right. It's about doing everything wrong and still loving each other."

She doesn't say anything. Just sits there. "Look," I say, "Maybe it would help if you told me about what might be causing this. I mean, we've known each other for a while now. You know everything about me but I know nothing about you. How did you get to be a Fallen Angel?" I ask.

"You're asking me how I died?" she snaps.

"You know how I did," I say.

"Fine!" she yells standing up, pacing the length of the room. "In case you were wondering, I have had a boyfriend before. I've had a couple of them actually. But this one guy, I was obsessed with pleasing. He wouldn't let me do anything without him knowing about him. My parents tried to keep us apart and I was actually scared to leave him. I was worried about what he would do, and how he would react."

She sighs, sitting back down, "My parents found some bruises on my arm and made me break up with him immediately. I had to see him again to tell him I didn't mean it. But Dreagon caught me sneaking out and followed me. Chris—that was his name—he wasn't happy about us breaking up. He started to beat me; Dreagon went to stop him.

"He took off towards our house and we both ran after him. He ran into our home and took out a gun. He shot our parents right in front of us. He turned and pointed the gun at Dreagon. But I stepped in front of him. I told him to run, I wouldn't let him die for my mistake.:

She lets out a choked sob and I wrap her in a hug, which is difficult due to my stomach. "Chris shot me and then Dreagon. He was put in a mental health hospital. That's why I'm so protective of my family and cold and don't let anyone in. Because one mistake and everyone will be taken away from me," she cries.

I gently rock her back and forth, "Kaige, I had no idea."

"Obviously," she sniffs. "Now you know, so what do I do about Near?" she asks, pulling away.

She grabs some tissues and blows her nose loudly.

"Well, what is it about Near that's making you feel off?" I ask.

She looks down at her hands, "I'm just not sure I love him the same…"

"Do what's best for you, Kaige," I say.

She nods and wipes her eyes.

Stanley then bursts through the front door. "Girls, we found Pride, come with me."

We hurry out the door. Kaige keeps a good distance behind us.
"Was Kaige crying?" Stanley whispers.

"Doesn't matter," I say. "We've talked it over. Anyways, where's Pride?"

"There's a slight problem with that…" he trails.

"Damn it, Stanley where's Pride?"

"In the middle of the street…"

"What?"

He points to a large, stopped, delivery truck. Right in front of it is a little girl, probably ten years old, sitting in the middle of the road.

"Why is she sitting there?" I ask.
"Talk to her yourself."

I walk over to where she sits, eyeing me cautiously. "What do you want?" she asks.

"To know why you're sitting here, it looks like this truck is about to run you over," I say.

She scoffs, "Please, nothing can destroy me."

"Right…"

"If it wants to get to the other side so bad, it can go around or come at me. I'm not afraid."

"Yeah, but I am," I mutter.

"Figures, look lady you can kiss the ground beneath my feet for all I care. I'm in this situation and sticking to my guns. I'm not going to let some bigheaded, large gutted truck driver scare me away," she screams.

A man talking with Mello and Matt turns to face us, "Who you callin' big headed you fat ass ego?!" he calls.

"I was telling that to you, idiot!" she screeches. I back away out of the street as the man gets in his truck. "I'm not the idiot sitting in the middle of the street!"

"No, you're the idiot about to run over the girl in the middle of the street!" Mello calls.

"Shut up, lady!"

Mello's face heats up and he walks away muttering curse words under his breath.

"I've given you chances to move. I'm counting to three…" he says out his window.

"Oh, I didn't know you could count! That's why we need kindergarten, folks!"

"That's it!" The driver revs his engine, and before anyone could stop him, a sickening crunch alerts us to the death of Pride.

I feel the blood drain from my face, "I don't feel very good," I say.

Stanley pats my back, "You and Kaige go back home, we'll get the charm and bring it back."

I nod, and Kaige and I blink back to the living room.

"That was sick," I say.

She nods, "Not something I wanted to see."

"Well we only have Envy and Wrath to go. It's dwindling down. What happens when we get them all back? Does that mean Light wills stop bugging us?" I ask.

She shakes her head, "I don't know, Rebel. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

"Speaking of bridges," I say, "Are we building or burning the one between you and Near?"

Sighing, she sits down on the couch and plants her feet up on the table. "I think that bridge is under construction."

I nod, I've had my fair share of bad romances. I just never had a good relationship, that felt bad.

So we finally know Kaige's past! Took us long enough. Rebel's very pregnant. Give me your thoughts. I love to read them. Te amo!