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A/N: Thanks soo much for dah reviews!! I luv you guys! So anyways, this chapter shall be from Alice's POV but this chapter might be a little suckish because I have writers block.

Chapter 8

Alice POV

"Alice?" Jacob called as he unlocked the door.

I rolled off the couch before answering. "Yah, Daddy?"

Jacob walked into the living room to find me sitting on the floor, my hair in disarray. He rolled his eyes at the apple core at my feet and my rumpled appearance.

"What do you want for dinner?" He asked.

"Umm…We had Chinese last night, right?"

"Yeah…So do you want pizza or Mexican?"

"Uhh…I'll just have a slice of pizza."

"Hey Dad? What did we have for dinner last week?"

"I think we had…Subway! We had Subway."

"Are we eating in or having the pizza delivered?"

Jacob's forehead creased. "What do you want to do?"

"Let's eat in."

"Okay…Get dressed and we'll go out."

I climbed up the stairs, shaking my head. We ate out for dinner almost every night. It was unhealthy. But neither of us could cook, so there was little we could do. I changed out of my comfy sweats and into ripped jeans. I pulled a polo over my head and then I pulled a sweatshirt over it. I brushed my hair, making sure that my bangs fell properly against my forehead. I tripped lightly down the stairs. Jacob was waiting on the couch, a jacket thrown over his office clothes. He smiled at me a little when he saw me and motioned to the front door. We ran though the rain and climbed into his 2007 Mercedes Benz.

I relaxed into the leather seats as Jacob played some classical music. I stared out the window at the sheeting rain. It was silent, save for the sound of the rain pounding against the windows and the purr of the engine and the piano music.

After a few seconds, I was getting the feeling that someone was staring at me. I turned my head a fraction of an inch to see Jacob staring at me intently. I shifted uncomfortably his gaze.

"You're mother loved this song," Jacob announced as he looked away from me and through the windshield. "I can tell you like it, too. You're mother would have the same look on her face."

"Dad…" I warned. I really didn't want to discuss my poor excuse as a mother.

Jacob immediately looked ashamed. "I'm sorry, honey. I won't bring it up again."

We reached the pizzeria in the next 5 minutes. As we ran across the parking lot, Jacob took my hand. I never realized how warm his hand was. It almost made me think he had a fever. The pizzeria was empty, save for a man who looked like he had been from hell and back. "The Great Escape" by Boys Like Girls was being blared from the speakers. I hummed along with it because I knew all the lyrics and it was one of my favorite songs. The smells coming form the kitchen were intoxicating and my stomach growled. I realized now that I was ravenous. My stomach growled again and Jacob raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you eat anything today besides that apple?" He asked disapprovingly.

I thought hard, trying to remember if I ate anything today. I chugged coffee for breakfast. For lunch…I didn't eat anything during lunch. I still had that bottle of lemonade and granola bar in my book bag.

"Well?" Jacob demanded.

"Does coffee count as food?"

Jacob groaned. "Alice! You have to eat!"

"Yeah okay. But I won't be able to eat now because you're not ordering the pizza!"

Jacob shot me a stern glance and walked up to the counter. I seated myself at one of the cute tables in the corner and started to idly play with one of the napkins.

Grown up
She just turned 16
Stuck in the moment
Dead at the scene
And it's on tonight
This is the life that you wanted, right?
So turn off all the lights
Dressed up just like a movie star
At all the parties they'll know who you are
Wouldn't it be great, to be fashionably late?
So why don't you wait, till you're sedated
Don't it feel like something's not right in his kiss tonight?

I recognized the song now spilling from the speakers. It was "Dance Hall Drug" by Boys Like Girls. It was one of my favorite songs. This pizzeria must really like them. Jacob returned from the counter and took the empty seat across from me. I ignored him and continued to fool around with the napkin.

"So," Jacob said softly.

I glanced at his face for a brief second and then devoted my full attention to the napkin. I wished I hadn't asked if we could eat in. Jacob wanted to fill every silence with conversation, but I didn't cooperate. I wasn't exactly what you would call a talker. The only person I talked to the most was Gerard.

The pizza came just then, and I was glad that I had something to devote my attention to. I picked a slice of plain pizza and put it on my paper plate. Jacob did the same, but he took three slices instead. I took a tiny bite, and my taste buds almost cried out in pleasure. This pizzeria made fabulous pizza. I looked up from the pizza and glanced at Jacob, who was already starting his second slice. I rolled my eyes and finished my pizza.

When we got home, it was still raining and my hair had turned frizzy and the hem of my jeans was all muddy. I stalked off to my room after thanking Jacob for dinner. I changed into my pajamas and waited for Gerard to sneak in through my window. After about ten minutes, I got bored. I got up and looked through the books in my bookcase and selected my favorites- which happened to be all of Jane Austen's works. I picked out Pride and Prejudice and started to read. I got bored ten pages into the book. I had already read the book numerous times, and I had almost memorized it. I put all my books away and crept out of my bedroom. I glanced at the clock in the hallway. It was 9:30. In about 5 minutes, Jacob would come up into his bedroom so he could go to sleep. I had to act quickly.

I tiptoed into his large room, and stopped. I inhaled deeply. The room smelled of some woman's perfume, but it was so familiar. I knew it wasn't mine because I don't wear perfume. And it couldn't have been some other woman's because I knew for a fact that Jacob never dated a woman besides my mother.

Remembering why I was here, I skipped across the room and to Jacob's drawer. I opened the bottom one and rifled through jeans and pants. Buried underneath all the clothes, I found what I was looking for. The cover was brown and it was untitled. I grabbed it and stuffed it under my shirt. I closed the drawer and dashed out of the room.

When I reached my bed, I collapsed onto it. I stared at the photo album I had stolen from Jacob just a few seconds ago. My hand hovered near the cover. I paused, debating whether I should open it. I took a deep breath, and opened it.

The first picture was of me when I was a baby. I was sitting down, smiling up at the camera. My hair was black and sticking up on one side. I had one tooth that was sticking out adorably.

The next picture was one of my grandparents. Charlie and Renee were standing side by side. Charlie had an arm draped around Renee and they were both smiling. I could see Renee's husband hovering in the corner of the picture, looking displeased and jealous. I laughed.

The next picture was of Jacob when he was younger. He was tall and looked awkward. His hair was long and tied into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. I wondered why he cut it all off.

The next picture was of my mom. As much as I hated her, I couldn't help to see how beautiful she was. She had long brown hair that was the same shade of mine. Her nose was thin and her lips were ill proportioned. But it was all those flaws that made her so perfect.

I was just about to turn the page when I heard a small grunt come from my window. I ran over to the window and saw Gerard struggling with the tree across the window.

"Need help?" I asked.

"Nope…Just get out of the way…I don't want you to get hurt," Gerard answered breathlessly.

Gerard swung his feet, grunted again, and launched himself through my window. While he was still in the air, I situated myself under his airborne body and spread my arms out wide. He fell into my arms, but his weight was too much so I fell. He came down with me. I squeezed my eyes shut and my head thumped against the plush carpet. I opened my eyes to find Gerard's face centimeters away from mine, his eyes shocked, amused, and outraged at the same time.

"What were you thinking?" He demanded as he pushed himself off me.

"I wanted to catch you."

Gerard rolled his eyes and stared at me like he caught me stealing cookies.

"I think you should leave that to me. Besides, you might get hurt. I don't think I'll be able to live with myself if were hurt."

I got up from off the floor.

"Hold on…I need to go to the bathroom," I said as I dashed out of the room.

When I came back, Gerard was situated on my bed, looking at the open photo album. I joined him on the bed and looked at what he was staring at. It was a picture of me, my mom, and Jacob. I was probably one. Jacob had a white shirt on and my mom was in a purple shirt. My mom was holding me and I had my arms wrapped around hand. My mother was smiling down at me.

I looked up at Gerard's face and saw that his eyes were wet.

"You guys look so happy there," He whispered, his voice breaking twice. "I had a lot of pictures like that with my parents."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked softly. All I knew about Gerard's personal life is that he was living alone in his own apartment.

"Alice….My parents are dead."

I sucked in a deep breath.

"When I was born, my family was very poor. My dad clawed his way to the top of the business and he became very wealthy. I was to inherit a lot of money from them when they passed away. But when I was ten, my parents and I were on the highway coming back from the city." Gerard closed his eyes. "A deer stepped out onto the highway. My dad swerved, but he ended up in the opposite lane. The southern bound cars hit him and my mother head on. I was in the backseat and I only suffered minor injuries. My parents died instantly. I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle. At the time, I didn't know about the inheritance money. When I learned about it, my uncle had already spent it foolishly on drugs and alcohol. I was crushed. When I argued about it with him, he hit me. I knew I had to leave. But I couldn't because the government would be after me. I met you around that time. Alice, you were like my angel. You gave me a reason to not to kill myself. During the summer between junior and senior year, I turned 18. When I told you that I was going on vacation, it was a lie. What I was really doing was moving out of my uncle's house. My aunt loaned me some money to get an apartment."

I was frozen. Gerard was an orphan? And all those times I had whined to him about my dad…How much had it hurt him?

"Alice, I loved my parents! I did! And when I lost them I thought nothing would ever make me happy. But then you showed up Alice. You bought light to me in my dark world. You are the most important thing to me, ever," He said. Then he dropped his head to my shoulder and started to cry.

I reached up and hugged him. I started to weep, too. Because it hurt me how much pain he had gone through. And I wasn't angry that he kept this from me for so long.

So together we cried. Sorrow and joy. Our tears marked a new beginning.

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