A/n: Sorry. I've had major writers block with this story and it makes me feel bad when I can't update. Hope you guys don't hate me for the wait.

Chapter 10

"W-what?" I stuttered. He had been in an accident of some sort, but that was all I knew. Now I knew that Erik was the cause of this accident. Erik's eyes were filled with hurt, probably at the memory that was being brought up in this conversation. My grandma sat down on the couch and buried her face in her hands. I looked between the two and eventually kept my eyes on Erik. "Explain to me. How was this your fault, Erik?"

"Addie, know that..." Erik started.

"No. Explain to me. Right. Now." Erik sighed and brushed his fingers through his hair.

"Sit down. This is going to take a while."

Flashback from Erik's POV

I hadn't stopped loving Luanne since the day she was married. Now thirty years later, I still couldn't keep my mind off her. She was old and grey, but she was beautiful as ever. Greg, her husband, took care of her very well. If only that had been me who she had fallen in love with, then this curse would be broken and finally, finally, I could have someone who loved me. My mind started to cloud with anger. Greg, I scoffed. He gets kicked out of the house multiple times a week. If it were me, I'd be sleeping by Luanne's side every night, keeping her warm on the coldest of them. She would cuddle next to me and I would listen to the beautiful sounds of her breathing. My eyes now filled with tears. Luanne, you were my last hope. My very last hope. I thought that you would be the one, but now I can see that you weren't.

The door to my room creaked open and Greg walked in. He would come up here sometimes and work on the wood figurines he was good at making. He was clueless to my existence whenever he escaped up here. I sometimes tried talking to him, but he couldn't hear me because of the curse I was inflicted with. The thing was, I wished he could talk to me. He was an artist; I was an artist. Luanne never spoke to me anymore, all she ever did now was walk in here and stand for a while. Right before she'd leave, she'd sigh and go on her way.

"Hey, Greg," I said walking over and standing next to the old man. "What are you working on this time?" In his hands, he was working on a little wood figurine of a robin. The bird was coming out really nicely. "Robins are some of the prettiest birds I have ever seen. They make the most beautiful calls, too." Like always, there was no answer. Before too long, Luanne wandered up here and sat next to him in a chair and watched him. One time she looked up and was looking right at me, but was oblivious that I was there.

"Honey, can we move?" Luanne turned to her husband. "Tyler and Marissa just had Adeleine and I was hoping that if we moved closer to them, we'd be able to visit with our new granddaughter." Greg stayed silent and worked on the bird. "Wouldn't that be nice?" Luanne rubbed her hand up and down her husband's arm affectionately.

"Luanne, I thought you liked it here. This is our home, and a beautiful one at that." Greg replied. "Why doesn't Tyler and his family move out closer to us?"

"Greg, Marissa just had a baby." Luanne's voice rose. "They need to stay there until she is grown up some. Moving is hard on both a mother and a child. You of all people should know this."

"Well, why don't you move in with them by yourself?" Greg snapped. In the process of talking, he ended up ruining the wood robin, cutting its pretty wing clear off. Luanne's once open mouth shut itself quickly. My blood began to boil. "I live here. I grew old here, and I'm going to die here." Tears formed in Luanne's eyes. That was the last straw. The very last straw. He will pay for what he just said. I waited for Luanne to leave the room before I made my move.

Greg grumbled, picking up the little wood figurine that was ruined now. "Dang it." he muttered as he walked for the door, but when he tried turning the knob, he found it was locked. I pulled the curtains closed rapidly, making the old man spin around to see who had enclosed the room in darkness. "Luanne, you woman, stop this right now." I picked up a piece of charcoal that Greg sometimes drew with and scribbled a message on the wall. Then I drew the curtains back a little so that only the message could be read. Greg dropped the figurine to the floor.

Written on the wall was perhaps the scariest thing he had encountered in all his miserable life. 'You will die here, even if it isn't what you want." Greg read aloud. He then began to jiggle the door knob in a panic. Unlocking the door, I watched as he practically ran from the room. Then I followed him. He ran outside and hopped into the midnight blue Mustang that he owned along with his Stingray. On my way out of the house, I had grabbed a bunch of his figurines out of his desk and carried them out. As he tried starting the old car, I dropped them on the windshield, making him panic even more.

When he finally got the car started, I was sitting in the car next to him. Without another thought, he slammed on the gas and drove. It was starting to get dark and the trees blocked most of the fading sunlight. Greg as in too much of a panic to see that he was starting to veer to the right. Before I could do anything, or Greg for that matter, the car slammed into a tree. Greg was thrown from his seat and through the windshield. There was no chance he lived through that...

A/n: Cliffhanger! How is Addie going to react? R&R