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And now for the second part you guys have all been waiting for.

Chapter 10: Shocking News [Part 2 of 2]

He didn't know what to do. All he did was pace the floor back and forth repeatedly, trying to think of a way to solve the problem. Granted, Danny wasn't much of a mathematician, so by "solve the problem", that's a reference to Sam accusing Danny of cheating on her with Paulina. He didn't even know where to begin - everything was fine until the Latina dropped in and ruined everything. Now he had lost the love of his life, and it was all Paulina's fault. He kept checking his phone to see if he would happen to have gotten any texts or missed calls from her, but all he saw was the picture of him and her as his lock screen. He sighed as he let his phone fall upon his mattress. It seemed that no matter how much hope that he had for her to finally come to her senses, nothing was going to play out the way that he wanted it to. He wanted to fly to her house to check on her, but what good would it have done? He knew how he was going to find her, all teary-eyed and broken-hearted. He didn't want to see her in such pain; he knew for a fact his heart wouldn't take it. Plus, if he were to go there, she would just slam the window in his face and tell him to leave her alone. It was made very clear to Danny that she didn't want to hear another word from him. She even told him to stay away from her if he truly loved her. Well, he truly loved her, so maybe, he thought, he should stay away from her.

But another part of him knew that he had to get through to Sam somehow. He has to keep working to convince her of his innocence. There had to have been something he could've done. He couldn't just sit by and let Paulina win… not like this. This isn't the only time she's caused a catastrophe with her actions. But if Danny truly loved Sam and truly hated Paulina, he'd make sure it was her last.

He checked his phone once more. Still nothing.

He took many deep breaths, picturing Sam now. He had wondered what she was doing.

If she was okay.

God he hoped she was okay.

Sam

The sky was dark. The moon was out, casting a small light through the crack in Sam's blinds covering her window. Candles were lit throughout the room, so it was dim, but not too dark. The young teen's face was buried deep within her pillow. Her breathing, though very shallow and deep, was steady, each pace accurate, in through her nose and out her mouth. She sniffled slightly, sucking in some of the mucus that had gathered and clogged in her nasal passage, exhaling to pace her breathing.

She didn't know what to think anymore. She had thought that Danny loved her. He cuddled her. He kissed her. And all of those night-time flying sessions… was all of that stuff just pretend? And the whole "protecting" thing against Teresa… where had that come from? Danny promised her… he promised her that he'd wait until she was ready to go all the way. But this whole time, he was eager all along.

But then again, Danny did have a point. If he was really all that secretive, wouldn't he have locked his phone to prevent Sam from finding out in the first place? And Paulina wasn't the most honest person in the school - why should anybody trust her, let alone Sam? Plus, it's funny how that text message was the first message in the conversation sent to Danny's phone in the first place. It's like she hadn't been texting Danny all night, but the first text message she sent to his phone was supposed to be some kind of "continuance" to a conversation that they never even had.

This sucked. Her first relationship, and it's ruined within a few months.

She was trapped, and because this was her first relationship, she didn't know how boys were.

With every negative thought she had about him, there was a positive one. All the time they spent flying in the night sky and how Danny had held her so close and whispered that he loved her. How he'd kiss her so passionately, right after he had glanced at her lips, bit his lips softly, gently grazed her cheek with his hand. How he'd wrap his arms around her waist and whisper "I love you" in her ear. Memories like that just don't fade, even when you try not to care about them.

A soft knock at the door had interrupted her thoughts, and she lifted her head and turned her face towards the door as it opened up cautiously. At first she thought it was Teresa, and she braced herself for the unspeakable. Once she had seen that it was her father, she loosened her muscles, which were tense with prediction.

"Hi honey," Jeremy greeted his daughter as he smiled carefully, the lines of lips playing his cheeks. "May I come in?"

"To yell at me - for intervening the quarrel between you and Teresa?"

"To make sure you're okay, because I don't want to lose my only daughter."

"Then yeah, you may come in."

The older man slowly shut the door behind him and made his way to his daughter's bed, planting a seat right next to her lying form. Sam turned over so that her stomach was facing up, and she angled her head upward to make eye-contact with her father.

"Listen Bubbla, I know that things have been very awkward between you and I ever since your mother passed away…"

"Dad," the teenage girl sighed before recovering his words, "you don't have to talk about Mom, okay? I know what happened to her… we know what happened her…"

"It's not about that."

"What's it about then?"

He sighed before touching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his index finger, massaging it. Then he set his hand back down by his side before licking his lips and continuing.

"I wanted to apologize to you."

"For what?" Sam leaned up, more involved in the conversation.

"For marrying her," he stated simply. "I was so caught in finding someone to try to replace your mother… but I was wrong. I should've never done that… especially without consulting you first. She's a monster… and at first I loved her - I really did. But I can see now more than I ever could that she must not have felt the same for me. She loved our money."

"It's alright, Dad."

"No, it's not alright. It'll never be alright. I can't exchange the many years I'd spent smothering her and neglecting you. I miss you as a little girl, Sammy. I miss taking you out and playing catch and hoisting you up on my shoulders and swinging you around and tickling you. And I can't get those years back with you. I spent so long showering her with Prada and Nine West that I forgot the wants and needs of my little girl. And what kind of good father does that?"

Sam watched as her father buried his face in his right hand and took breath after breath, a thing that he did to stop himself from beginning to cry. All her time growing up in such a lifestyle, she'd thought her father had always cared about money regardless. But it was about her - Sam. It was always about her.

"Your mother loved you so much," Jeremy's voice quivered a little, his face not leaving his hand. "She loved you so, so much. She would've done anything just to see a smile on your face."

"I know," Sam nodded while wiping a tear that had somehow escaped her right eye.

"If she were here... she wouldn't want someone as awful as Teresa in our life, you know?"

"Yeah."

"That's why I've come to bring you some good news."

Sam stopped and sat up, craning her neck to look directly at him. That's when he brought his face to level with hers.

She raised an eyebrow. "Good news?"

His face was unsure. It was like half of him was happy and the other half of him was devastated. "Good... and bad."

Sam closed her eyes and took a slow breath in and, when she was ready, she simply asked: "What's the good news?"

"Teresa and I are breaking it off."

She smiled and gave a little chuckle. It was the very moment she had been waiting for - those words that came out of his mouth were music to Sam's ears. Finally, after years of her step-mother's bullshit, they were leaving her in the dust.

That's when she remembered - her father said he also had bad news, and her face quickly grew grim.

"Wait," she started, "what's the bad news?"

Jeremy looked down. It was clear he didn't want to tell her, but she left him no choice and no excuse to say no.

"Dad?"

He gazed into her amethyst eyes once more before he confessed: "We have to move out of state, possibly out of the country, and... and I don't think we'll ever be able to come back."

Danny

This was the last straw. Danny couldn't wait any much more longer. He had been pacing around his room for the longest time, thinking of a strategy - a way that he could handle this. He came up with nothing of course. It had gotten so bad to the point where Danny had dropped all common sense and basically said, "screw it."

He had to see his love. It was literally killing him.

So he had stood before his bedroom window, gazing at the stars in the sky above, the moonlight bathing his bedroom in a beautiful satin white. He went ghost and phased out, flying towards Sam's house in haste, and all through the way, he had thought how life would be with a woman as beautiful as her. A happy marriage, a good career life... a gorgeous family.

He had hoped that he could have a life like that with her. He would be so ecstatic to have children with Sam. To take her on their wedding night, and to have her be his first as well. To have both of them die together on their death-bed while holding hands.

But first, he had to repair the present before he could arrange the events of the future.

He saw Sam's house down below, and he lowered down towards her bedroom window. He sneakily peeked in, and there, by Sam's bed, pacing back and forth, was the teenage girl. She looked upset, and no doubt it was because of him. He hadn't blamed her - he was the worst boyfriend ever.

But he couldn't keep avoiding this as if it never happened, as if none of this ever happened, and neither could she. They can't pretend that the past didn't happen when it had affected them so much. They had no choice but to confront each other here and now.

It had to start with Danny.

And when he saw Sam stop, her right side facing him, her face towards the wall, a hand on her forehead, he took it as a sign.

And with that, he softly knocked at the window.

Sam

"Moving... out of state? Or... or the country?" Sam repeated her father's words in shock. They were numb playing over her lips, and her brain couldn't register them.

Jeremy gave an unfortunate nod. "Yes."

"But... but we can't!"

"We have to. Teresa took our marriage documents to court and pled a forged signature. The funny thing? The judge is her great uncle and her lawyer is her childhood best friend. If they have a close relationship like that with Teresa, she can get away with just about anything."

"So what if she pled a forged signature? What does that mean for us? I mean, why does that mean we have to move?!"

"The prenuptial agreement was to stop her from winning any of our possessions and money over if we were to split-up. With that not in effect... it's winner takes all."

"Dad," she shook her head, beginning to cry, "she can't do this. She can't get away with this!"

"She can, and she will. I'm so sorry, Sammy. I'm just as horrified as you are."

He rose to his feet, with Sam's eyes leaving his form and gazing at the wooden floor below. Her thoughts were scrambled, like a looped film playing over over in her head. Jeremy started towards her bedroom door and took the doorknob into his songs, prying the door open and before he exited the room, he left his daughter with some final words: "Get some sleep, okay? I know that's it's Saturday night, but you've been through a lot tonight. I can't have you too exhausted for school on Monday."

With that he left and shut the door behind him.

Sam was lost beyond belief. It was just her, the darkness, her thoughts and her feelings, all having an intervention in her head. Sitting there like a doll and looking at the floor threw off even more. So when she decided she could no longer stabilize herself in such a position, she absent-mindedly stood up, like her brain was on auto-pilot, and began to pace to and fro.

What was she going to do? This house had so many memories! It couldn't just be left behind like this! There had to have been a way to bend the rules, and to do it without suspicion. There had to be a way to liquidate Teresa's plan.

Wait...

Sam then got an idea.

She recalled watching a few crime shows and law enforcement shows saying that in situations like this, when one spouse was forced to leave everything behind, especially a residential estate, they didn't have to do that if they had a good reason not to, and it had to be good.

Like welfare.

Of course! If there was a baby or a young child in the picture, or any minor that wasn't emancipated for that matter, they didn't have to give up their house or their possessions!

But how could Sam get into Teresa's final hearing without being turned down...?

That's when her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a light sound at her window.

Sam peered out her window and saw a green-eyed ghost dressed in a black and white/silver jumpsuit floating outside of it, waving at her as he smiled politely.

The awkward thing was, Sam completely forgot all of the issues she had with the man before him. As a matter of fact, she was actually relieved to see him.

And when her brain registered who it was, she bursted into tears and started reaching towards him. He quickly phased through and changed back into his human form right before she ran straight into his arms, hugging him around the neck and burying her face in his shirt. He cradled her in his arms, pushing her and calmly trying to get her attention.

"Sammy, are you okay? Did something happen while I was gone?"

"She... and... now... I - I... I can't..." she struggled to properly form a good enough sentence structure for her words to make sense.

"Easy Sam, easy," he cooed as he stroked her hair. "Calm down, okay?"

She tried to stop, she really did. But it was so hard. She felt as if her heart would burst any second then and there. Her tears wouldn't stop coming, and the more she concentrated on trying to get them to, the harder she wept.

Danny was really worried. Whatever happened must've been really bad to cause her to act up like this. He had to figure out what was wrong.

And he would, even if it took his last breath away.

A/N: LOWER YOUR TORCHES AND PITCHFORKS! IT'LL GET BETTER! :D

Right then, so this is the second part to chapter 9. I hope you guys liked it! I'll be back soon, okay?

So, as of last time I was here, we hit the new year of 2014! Whoop whoop! Happy New Year guys! I hope it's good for you!

Question of the Chapter!

"What would you say was the best thing that came of 2013?"

For me, it was The Last of Us and BEYOND: Two Souls. Those two games are AMAZING.

Anyway, feel free to vent in the reviews section. ;-; I know I'm a bad person. Don't kill me.

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Vivalandra