I heard footsteps and then a sweet familiar voice.

"Joan?"

I wiped my face on the sleeve of my jacket and looked up.

John.

John was there, standing in front of me, with a look of worry on his face.

I wipes my face again and attempted to stand up. I stood up, but as soon as I did, my knees gave out and I fell. John caught me just before I hit the cold, damp ground. There was a faint buzzing in my ear. My vision started to get a bit blurry. I was going to faint. And before I did, the last thing I saw was John's sweet, worry stricken face … everything went black.

About four hours later.

My eyes felt heavy, my head hurt, my muscles ached. I felt cold, yet warm at the same time; I was covered by a blanket. I opened my eyes, everything a blur. Light from a nearby lamp hurt my eyes and worsened my headache. I looked around I was in an unfamiliar living room, on a sofa. I heard soft snoring, but no one else was in the room. I heard it again. I looked down on the floor and there was John. Looking so peaceful yet also worried, like he was having a terrible dream. I quietly coughed. But obviously not quiet enough. John quickly opened his eyes and looked up at me. He got on his knees and hugged me.

"Joan. Joan, I was so worried 'bout ye. Ye gave me a right good scare back at the park." He let go of me, "Are ye ok?"

I rubbed my tired eyes and said, "Yeah. Yeah I guess. Umm w-what happened?"

"Ye don't remember ?" He asked with a frightened face.

"Um … no."

"Joan. Ye fainted, out in the park. An' ye were cryin' too."

It all floated back to me. The phone call. The heartbreaking news. The crying. The park. John.

I sniffled, "Oh, um. Right, guess I, uh, forgot." I said forcing a chuckle.

I looked down at the blanket covering me.

"Joan," John said, his voice filled with sadness. "Why were ye cryin'?"

Tears filled my eyes again.

"Joan," he wiped away a tear that fell down my cheek. "Please tell me why ye were cryin'. what happened ?"

I looked up at him, another tear fell down. And the, someone knocked on the door. John got up an d peaked through the curtains.

"It's yer uncle an' cousin."

"Oh no !"

I sprang up off the sofa and headed towards the stairs, "John. John, please, PLEASE, don't tell them I'm here. I beg you !"

He looked at me worriedly. "What's goin' on ?"

" I promise I'll tell you. Just, don't tell them I'm here."

He hesitated. "Ok."

"Thank you." I whispered as I ran up the stairs. I tripped on the top step and fell on the floor. I heard John open the door.

"Err. Hullo. May I help ye?" John said in a nice a mannered voice as he could.

"Look. Don't act all innocent ! Where is me fuckin' cousin ?" Bonnie screamed.

"Bonnie, language!" Harry said,, "We were wonderin' if ye knew where Alexia was."

"Alexia? Oh ! Ye mean Joan. Well, sorry. I don't know where she is. I walked her ter yer house a couple o' hours ago."

I heard Harry sigh. "Thanks. Uh if ye hear from her or see her call us, please. Ye obviously 'ave our number."

"Ye ok. Can - uh, is she in trouble? Is she ok?"

"No, no. she isn't in trouble. Just tha'," he sighed again. "We got some bad news from 'er da' back home."

"Oh."

"Again, call us if ye 'ear anything'. Ta."

And the door closed slowly with a soft click. I didn't hear anything down stairs, so I just sat there. On the carpeted floor. Tears swelled up in my eyes. I started cryin' again. I heard soft footsteps coming towards the bottom of the stairs. I looked down and there was John looking up at me. He walked up and sat down next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and gently planted a sweet, warm, loving kiss an my cheek. He got the hair that fell on my face and put it behind my ear.

"Please tell me what's goin' on. Why are ye cryin'? What was the 'bad news' yer uncle was talkin' 'bout?"

Sorry I didn't update for a while. But then again, I doubt someone is actually reading it. *sad face*

Ill really try to post some more, more often. Just tha' I have it already written down I just gotta type it and post it

PEACE AND LOVE