First- When I put the ninth chapter up fanfiction had a bug so it never showed up it had been updated. I pm'd some of you I had updated. But whether you got it or not- you might not have read chapter nine. That chapter had no reviews- oh well, here is chapter ten and we're moving closer and closer to the end of the story.

Second- as some of you may know I have a profile on this page called polyvore. I had made a collection with edits for this story. The collection is of course called 'Hiding place' and holds edits for Brycen, Milly, some outfits for Brycen, Milly's room, one for something that will turn up in a later chapter, and a bunch of other characters. Some of which you've already met, and some of which will turn up in this chapter. Things like clothes and meals that are described in the story probably is involved in one or a few of the items.

Anyway- when all of that is done, enjoy.

Brycen opened the door to my car to step out and walk up the hill towards the church for his grandfather's funeral. He stopped having turned to put his shoes towards the ground and mumbled something I couldn't catch.

"Pardon?" Brycen sighed slightly and he didn't speak up at all. "What did you say? Don't worry you can say it."

"I was wondering if you could come with me. I know you didn't know my granddad or anything like that. But… but…"

I didn't wait for Brycen to finish whatever he wanted to say, but turned the keys in the lock and turned the car off. Brycen didn't say anything else, and neither did I while we walked up the hill towards the church where one person after the other were walking in while Brycen's parents and brother stood and welcomed everyone. And we were met by Jack Isteller's cold glare.

"Hello Rose."

Brycen didn't answer, he didn't even look at his dad. He just continued walking towards the porch steps and I continued after him, while Jack took a few steps down the stairs and laid each hand on our shirts.

"You are not invited. None of you are."

"I am not Rose." Brycen seemed to have made up his mind he would after today on not let his dad say whatever he wanted because he interrupted in the middle of his father's sentence and only answered what Jack had said a minute ago. "And I never was. And I've got every right to be here. And I invited Mike to come with me… I am not Rose." He said it once again at the end to really let his father know.

"Of course you were…" Jack Isteller wildly gestured with his hands while speaking in a yet louder voice and faster pace. "…It's the name we gave you to live by. And it was the name- the very favorite name of your grandfather's. How dare you now dishonor his name like you…"

"What's going on here?"

All the family Isteller turned their heads to watch when a woman came walking over. Her eyes were red, her cheeks swollen, there were tears in her eyes and on her face. But something in her eyes looked something of a person no one would ever face or protest against.

"I… ehm… I... He wasn't invited."

"Hey grandma."

Not until Brycen actually spoke what he would call her she looked over to him instead of Jack Isteller. And for a few seconds she just stared at her grandson, seeming confused and putting together one piece after the other.

"…Rose…"

"I am not Rose anymore." Brycen's voice wasn't as loud as before and the protest tone was gone from it. "I am now… I am now Bry… I am now Brycen."

"Bry… Bry…" Brycen's grandma stuttered something. Then started crying and put her head in her hands.

"Now look what you did…" Jack stepped in front of his mother and faced his son. "You have dishonored your grandfather's name and upset your grandmother. Is that what you wanted with your longing for attention?"

"Now be quiet Jack Isteller." Brycen's grandmother interrupted her son. "We have to go inside now. But as soon as this is over I want the explanation for this and I mean- the whole explanation." She turned around to go and Jack turned back to his son before she turned and shouted. "And I'm inviting them both now."

Jack and Brycen were left only glaring to each other, I decided to stay out of it and it seemed like Lisa and Jacob Isteller chose the same. Because none of us said a word, while first the Isteller's (except Brycen) turned and walked into the church, Brycen followed them and I followed Brycen. But while Jack, Lisa and Jacob continued to sit down in the front Brycen stopped already at one of the first benches we past in the back and showed me to sit down there before him

"We have gathered here today…" The pastor started talking just as Brycen sat down. "…to honor the memory of Bryce Isteller. First we listen to the bells' ringing."

I turned my head and watched Brycen for a few seconds as we could hear first the ringing of the bells and then the pastor started talking.

I hadn't been in church since my own dad's funeral. But I had been multiple times when I was a child, and as a young teenager afraid of the future and my own shadow one thing I remembered was… well, it was that I had always admired anyone who had decided to and could work as a pastor and their ways to keep calm and keep a straight face no matter what they talked about.

Many times I had also admired how they could possibly be so calm boring texts were made even more boring to listen to. But this wasn't like anything I had heard before. And like nothing with the brokenness in the pastor's voice while he kept on talking.

"Bryce Isteller was a dear husband, father and grandfather. And- to many people as well as myself, a dear friend and colleague…"

Random fact

I'm ending it there because I don't really have any idea of how a funeral should be put out, and have no idea what hymns or anything- or I might have just asked someone I know but I guess I would be more secure with it if it was ought to be written in Swedish… and I already cut what I had written once (almost all of the first version of the chapter) so I'm just ending it there and you'll have to see the rest later. I hope you're happy with that.

And wait… colleague?