Sorry that it took me so long to update. I do apologize. I had to take a break because Lincoln and Michael's brotherly/sibling relationship was something that I would want with my sister. It would be nice to know that she would go to extremes for me. Because God knows I would do anything for her. Anyhoo, here is the story my pretties!

We're in an elevator shaft. A fucking elevator shaft! I was so not prepared for this shit.

Michael swung open the elevator escape hatch and Lincoln pointed the spray painted water gun at the agent. The same agent who was at the cemetary. LJ looked up at us and he smiled a bit.

It was starting to get hard for me to breathe. The elevator jolted to a stop and Michael had the agent's Glock 22 pistol. Lincoln was helping LJ up. I spotted the fake gun and it fell into the elevator.

I went to grab it but my fingers closed around air. I closed my eyes as it hit the ground. The agent tried yanking LJ away from Lincoln.

"Hey! Back off! Back off!" Michael shouted.

"You're not shooting anybody, Niether are you. Give yourself up and your kid can walk. It's the only way he's getting out of this place. It's the only way!" The agent shouted.

"Dad! Dad!" LJ yelled.

Michael and I tried to help Lincoln pull LJ up. An alarm started to go off and my heart sank.

"Dad, you got to let me go." LJ said. "No." Lincoln said. I let go as I started to feel dizzy.

"Amber?" Michael questioned as he studied my face.

"I'm fine" I lied.

"Dad," LJ said. "You got to let me go."

I knew Lincoln and he wasn't going to let him go so I'm pretty sure he lost his grip. Michael shut the escape hatch and he got us out of there.

We dashed outside, ignoring the yells from the police. "The truck!" Lincoln shouted. Lincoln hopped into the driver's side as I followed Michael to the passenger side. I was forced to stand in the back while Lincoln drove.

Lincoln took a sharp turn and I fell on top of some boxes. "Ow! Son of a bitch!" I shouted as boxes were attacking me from left and right. "What the hell are you doing back there?" Michael asked.

"I'm not doing anything! The boxes are beating me up!" I said as I stood up again. "We're ditching this piece of shit!" Lincoln said as he slammed on the breaks. I flew foward and slammed into Michael's seat.

"Ugh! Damn it!" I yelled as I forced myself up. I slid out of the truck and we went out on foot. I heard Lincoln groan from behind. "We gotta move." Michael said. "I can't." Lincoln sat down on the curb.

He was clutching his leg. "Oh, my god." Michael and I said in unision. He's been shot.

Michael and I took Lincoln to Michael's "wife's" house. After Lincoln was all fixed up Michael left to get the car.

"When this is over, what do you plan on doing?" Lincoln asked. I rubbed my forehead and sat down next to him. "I...Don't know."

"Hmm." Was all Lincoln could muster. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, Linc." I replied. "But I want an honest answer."

I nodded my head in agreement. "What happened the night you were arrested?"

Michael came back as I began explaining the story.

I held my heels in one hand and wiped my tears with the other. I straightened out my purple, sparkly, sleeved dress that came to my thighs.

My foot was bleeding from the glass I stepped on and there was a bruise on my cheek and collarbone.

My boyfriend got rough with me in the back alley-way, but now I'm done with that shit. I sniffled and heard glass break behind me. I turned around in one swift movement.

Fight or flight? "Quit playing games and come on out, pussy!" I waited a few minutes before giving up.

I blew a strand of hair out of my face and turned around to be met with the biggest man I've ever seen. One of his hands gripped my throat, cutting off my breathing, and his other hand grabbed my hip.

He hoisted me up into the air and threw me! My back slammed against the dumpster and I forced myself up.

"Well, someone's been eating their vegetables." A smirk crawled onto my face. A sloppy swing came towards my head, but it was easily dodged. I pushed off the wall with her foot, did a 360 spin, and kicked him in the jaw.

He stumbled and straightened. His hand wrapped around my throat and he lifted me off the ground. My hand went to my throat and my feet kicked at his chest. But it did no good.

I stopped when a fucking samurai sword went throught his chest and almost hit me in the stomach.

I fell to the ground and see the samurai sword on the ground and a man in a suit and black gloves sprinting in the opposite direction.

"Hey! Hey!" I yelled. I gave up and crawled over to the man on the ground. "You stupid son of a bitch."

I was about to put pressure on his wound when I heard sirens. They swerved into the alley in both directions. They did have perfect timing when they were needed.

"Help!" I said when they stepped out of the car, "This man needs help!"

"Put your hands where I can see them and get down on the ground!"

I stared blankly at one of the cops who had his weapon drawn on me. "On the ground!"

"Wha?"

"Down on the ground, now!"

I didn't exactly know what was going on, all I knew was that I needed to run. In the corner of my eye, I spied a narrow alley-way. I stood up and put my hands up.

As they were holstering their weapons I shot down the alley-way. Turning the sharp corner, I bumped shoulders with several people.

"Stop!"

My toes scraped forward on the sidewalk and I tripped and scratched up my knees and hands. I continued running, I crossed the street and peered over my shoulder. But then something hit my knees.

I toppled over a Mustang's windshield and it cracked as I tumbled over it. I rolled down the back of the car and slammed my head into the pavement.

I could hear everyone's horrific screams from the sight before them. Before I could get up, cuffs were placed on my wrists and I was thrown into a police car. Fuck my life.

"Somehow my prints ended up on the murder weapon. Even though I never fucking touched it."

"A samurai sword?" Michael questioned. "It's fucking crazy, right?"

"So who was the big guy?" Lincoln asked. "Uhm, I don't know really." Fucking liar.

"And he testified against you?"

"Yeah." I said, finding my shoes way more interesting. There was a brief silence in the room before I decided to wait in the car. Lincoln following in suit.

"I'm sorry about Ver-"

"No. You don't need to say it."

"Just let me get this ou-"

"Lincoln! I said no!"

He angrily turned around in his seat. "You gotta stop."

"Stop what?

"You're pushing yourself way to hard. I see it and MIchael sees it. Take a minute and breathe."

I looked at him in disbelief.

I leaned in close to his face, "Don't tell me what to do." A smile creeping up onto my features. "Get used to it, Bliss." He captured my lips, but we were cut short when Michael entered the car.

"You alright?" he asks Lincoln. "Yeah." Linc replies. "Good." he paused. "We're heading west, toward the money, toward LJ. Just got one more stop to make."

"What for?"

"You trust me?"

"Course'." Was Lincoln's reply. "How bout' you?" Michael said, staring at me in the rear view mirror.

"You know I do."

"Good. Then one more stop, and we're heading west." It almost sounded like Michael was getting irritated from all of the questions.

It would be easier if he just told us everything. But I'm not going to argue with the person who has a car.

A light sigh left my lips as Michael pulled out of the apartment complex. Being on the run felt wierd. I didn't like it but. . . . There was a feeling in my chest I got whenever we were being chased. Maybe it was feeling the adrenaline.

It felt so. . . . . . Good. Or maybe this was replacing the spot in my heart where Veronica once was. No. No that's not it. Nothing could fix the hole in my heart. I don't feel anything anymore. Unless the hole is already fixed, and the feeling of pain and loneliness has faded.

Frustrated, I laid down in the back seat and drifted into nightmares. Violent nightmares.

I'm trying to get back on track guys! Again, I am so sorry! Please forgive me!