Chapter 10

It's been a week since I went to Rhode Island. The bruises haven't even faded yet. I have had to keep wearing really long shirts and pants. I am looking through a box of old stuff from my aunt's house I've been looking through it day and night, but all I've found were painful memories. Pictures of me and my sisters at my 14th birthday party, us shopping and laughing, and having fun. I know we had our problems, but we really loved each other. I was sitting cross legged on my bed, with a pile of photos and papers in front of me. I sigh as I accet defeat for the day. I turn off the light and after a while I fall asleep.

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I am standing on a street in Rhode Island. I car is speeding toward me and there is one behind me. I tried to scream but no sound came out.A flash of light andI was at a house I have never seen before My sisters and parents were holding hands. "Think Katelyn, think," Sadie says.

"You know who was in that car," Miranda says. My brain was spinning.

"You know," my mom repeats. They stared at me until the picture switches. I see Max dying and the I was standing on the same road. I feel the pain of getting hit by the car. I see my family's faces lose their lives before me.I sound comes out. I am on the street where those men beat me up Ian didn't get there in time. I scream again.

I sit up in my bed screaming my head off. Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream. I saw something move next to me and I punched it really hard.

"Oww.." I hear a loud thump and I turn on the light. Ian was laying on the ground next to my bed. I turn on the light.

"What are you doing in my room?" I asked him.

"I heard screaming," he says as he stands up holding his nose,"you punched me really hard."

"Yea that's what you get for sneaking up on me, I'm fine. It was just a bad dream, now shoo," I said pointing to the door, he left and I turned off the light. I am shaking uncontrolabley. I know I have to figure out who this guy is and fast. I missed when the only thing I was worrying about were my parents fighting and taking care of my friends. Now, I am just a complicated mess.

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I wake up from a restless sleep and look at the clock. It's 4:30AM. Might as well go upstairs to eat some breakfast. I walk up the stairs to find Laylen sitting on the couch.

"Hey," I say.

"Hi, couldn't sleep?" Laylen replied.

"Hardly," I say back sighing.

"How's the search coming?"

"I have absolutely nothing," I say to him telling the truth. I sit down in the chair across from him and we talk about random stuff.

This is the least of my worries. I pull down the ends of my shirt to cover the bruise on my wrist. I could tell Laylen saw it, but he didn't say anything. Should I tell him? No. Well, I guess I can't hide it forever.

"While we were in Rhode Island," I took interest in my fingernail,"some guys beat me up on the street, but I'm okay," I told Laylen slowly. I left out the part about Ian saving me, I really don't need to seem like I can't take care of myself.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" he asked.

"I don't know," I looked at the ground.

"I promise that you can tell any of us, anything," he said. Surprisingly, that made me feel better. I finally had somewhat of a family.