Thanks for the reviews you guys, keep on telling me what you like, what you don't, and so on! ^_^ Due to reason beyond my control I wont be able to post at 6 and since I didn't want to disappoint you, im doing it now SO here is part 2 of your reward.

~Oh yeah ….I'm sorry I'm not Michael Grant. Because A, I'm a girl. And B we're probably not the same age considering I'm 16, soo yeah

Holy, holy, holy. It was all Caine could think off.

Diana was pregnant. It was obviously his, he wasn't stupid enough to think otherwise, she looked big. Women don't get that pregnant overnight.

He went through a whole roller coaster of emotions. At first he felt happy, what else could he ask for? His queen would obviously come back and not only that but she was going to give him a child. Then he felt very afraid, what was he going to do? Yes he was one of the oldest people living inside the FAYZ, but he was still fifteen; he wasn't ready to be a father. Then he hated himself, he still did. He had singlehandedly ruined Diana's life.

Why had he done that? He felt so guilty he almost cried again.

He let go of her and kneeled to his knees. He had never, ever done this in his life, ever. The idea of begging on his knees had never even crossed his mind.

"Diana, I'm so sorry. I should've never asked for you to be with me in order to do as you said, and then not even keep on my promise" he started, placing his forehead in the back of her hand, which he held tightly.

"I'm so sorry for not being there when you were always there for me" he said.

Then it hit him. All the battles lost and along she had been there. Not because she knew he would win the next battle, but because of him. It was impossible to believe that the girl standing in front of him was the same girl who had asked him to trip an annoying classmate.

Yet he loved both girls equally.

"Diana come with me, I'll take you back to the island. You can wait there while this is over. Im sure it's not that long from now until its here" he said running his hand through her belly.

"Then I'll bring both of you back to town and take care of you" he finished.

Then he felt it, the new life growing inside Diana. Life he had helped create.

Diana heard Caine. It all sounded sweet, so temptingly sweet. An island for herself. No more working, exerting herself. When the time came, her child would come into the world safe. It wouldn't lack anything. It would have a mother, a father, luxuries, all which she had lacked throughout her own childhood.

Her childhood. Who was she kidding? She could stand Caine, in fact she loved him above anything, but that didn't take away from the fact that he wasn't a good person.

He'd killed people before, with a flicker of his hands. She remembered her own father, how violent he had turned, and he had been a good man at first. Caine? He wasn't good, so what would that do to her child? To live with someone like that? What if Caine turned like Diana's father one day? It would be ten times worse considering he was already bad.

She wasn't going to let her baby live through what she did. It didn't deserve it. It was enough injustice that it had to be born inside a hell like the FAYZ, with terrible parents.

"SO what do you say Diana? Come with me?" he said, giving her another heartwarming smile.

"No" she said.

Caine's breath left him as soon as she said the words. No. Diana had never really said it up to his face before. She had slowly maneuvered around his heart and brain so that all her rejections were more like encouragements, but right now he was being straight out rejected.

He couldn't help but ask, "Why not?".

Diana looked down at Caine's hand, it was on her belly. In one quick motion she snapped it away. She stared down in silence for some time, silence that he dared not interrupt.

"My child has no father" she said almost inaudible, still looking down at her folded hands placed neatly on her bump.

"Diana, what are you talking about? Of course it does. It's my child too" he said starting to feel annoyed again. Only this time it wasn't out of frustration, but rather anger.

Diana looked up slowly.

"Like I said, I'm not Diana the girl anymore, I'm Diana the mother. I'm not your property and I'm not going to allow you to drop me off in an island while you play King in town. Guess what Caine? It doesn't work that way. I refuse to play under anyone's rules ever again. Like I told you when we meet, I play whenever with whomever I want, and now I won't be there anymore. I stayed long enough, now it's time for me to win."

Caine turned away from her, his face starting to gain color and his breathing sharpened.

"So…you're not…coming?" he asked, struggling to keep his voice down.

"My first answer hasn't changed" she said gently.

"Well…I guess, I guess…I should leave now" he said trying not to look at Diana as he exited the room.

Diana held her breath until the door closed shut. She tried to concentrate on the reasons she had rejected Caine for, but all she could think off was the fact that he probably hated her now.

He'd probably never come back, ever again, but the situation didn't make her sad. It made her angry. Once again, life had found a way to make it difficult for her.

"Diana, he's gone may I….?" asked Brianna entering the room.

"Get out" she whispered feeling venom in her veins once again. Now that she knew that Caine wouldn't be hers, she had no reason to be sad anymore, she could stop being anxious. The thought almost made her laugh of joy and cry in dire sadness.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that" said Brianna starting to approach Diana.

"GET OUT!" she shouted looking up at her.

"But Diana?" she started.

"Get out! I hate you! I hate every one of you! I hate myself! I hate my life! I hate this place! And I hate this stupid WALL!" she shouted out, banging one of the room's walls.

Of course Brianna understood which wall she was speaking of.

Brianna left the room, starting to feel a bit afraid of the girl on the other side of the door.

Diana panted. She felt so relieved she'd finally said it. Then she cried, she cried because she knew they wouldn't understand. Her constant struggle and her constant loss. She had to win at least once.

Just once.

Sam followed Caine; he had stormed out of the house without a word. The sky was gray outside, and the town looked gloomy all of a sudden. The only sound outside was the sound of footsteps as Caine walked hurriedly on the unpaved road.

"Caine!" he shouted.

Caine continued without flinching or even remotely appearing to having heard Sam.

"Caine!" he shouted again.

Caine finally turned, his eyes bloodshot, all life seemed to have drained from them.

"Why? I don't understand. All the people I love leave. Tell me Sam why did our mother give me away? We were babies, what was the difference? Why does the girl I love reject me?" he said, his voice plain, dead.

Sam felt horrible, he hadn't had luxuries like Caine did growing up, but he had grown with the love of his biological mother. He had sometimes sat at school during Father's Day drooling over the fact that he had no one to call dad, while Caine had neither parents.

He wondered what it would feel like, if he had been given away too. Just a minute of consideration and he could almost understand why Caine was the way he was.

Almost but not quite.