"Melanie, its been a while, how are you?"

"I've been better. What do you want?" I said stepping out of the car just in case Chase decides to throw something.

"That's what I always loved about you. You are always so straight to the point. No interruptions."

"Well then it's a hundred to zero relationship because I will never love you!"

"Do I get the impression your playing hard to get?." He laughed.

"Nope, I'm playing impossible to get!" It was a good come back I admit, but not the right time to piss off Collins.

I felt nothing when the tree and me came into contact, nothing. My body was numb with pain. You would think I would have tried to get back up and kill him, but he has so much more power then me. I wouldn't have though about it. If I wanted to get through this I needed the boys. That was not a option at this point. I stood slowly, feeling my broken ribs pop. I wouldn't show Chase my pain, even if it hurt like hell.

"Dear weak Melanie,.." He said only a few inches from my face. "…I want power, and revenge over Danvers and you seem to be making friends again. Well Tyler now but its an improvement. Your going to help me with killing them off one by one." He said sliding his hand down the side of my face.

"Never." I cringed away, but got a back handed in return.

"You will do as I say, Melanie Ann Park, or you will end up like your mother."

"Wrong choice of words Chase.." I said sending him backwards into a tree.

"Woo Someone's being a witch tonight, how about we continue this little conversation later. " He said disappearing into the air.

"Coward!" I said, hearing him snicker in the back ground.

I was weak, I never actually used enough to drain me, but tonight was taking a toil. I let the power flitter away, got in the car and drove home.

"Dad" I screamed when I walked into the house, but there was no reply. Which means he probably wasn't home. I walked into the down stairs bathroom, I was feeling a little woozy and wasn't going to stick around and clean up if a threw up. Flipping on the light, I looked around to make sure no one was in there, then I finally got a good look at myself.

"Shit" I said brushing my hand across my damaged face. That bruise was defiantly not going away by tomorrow. I washed off whatever dirt or bark I had on me. Looking at the clock on the wall, the hands ticked down to twelve o'clock and I knew if I didn't hurry I would be late and get in trouble. Hoping water would calm the burning fire around my rib cage, I stumbled into the kitchen, noticing a note on the table.

"Dear Mel,

I have to go to the hospital for an emergency, but if you come home I will be back later.

Love Dad."

Well at least I know he is safe and not in Chase's hands. Quickly I scribbled a note back, and headed back to the dorms. I wasn't go to stay here with Chase out there. I wanted to be in a more populated area, he wouldn't do anything with some many people around. Would he?

The ride back to school was deadly. The water didn't reduce the pain but seemed to make it worse. Plus my headache and the tears were not making my driving skills any better. I almost drove off into a ditch every time I hit a pot hole. The jolting of my ribs, the feeling of them caving in a puncturing my lungs.

I pulled up into the Spencer parking lot, turning the car off and taking a couple of deep breaths. I lifted my shirt slowly, already seeing another bruise form. I need to go to the hospital, but I didn't want to go only. I didn't have any friends really, but I know one person who would do anything for me. Even at one o'clock in the morning.

I threw on my sunglasses and fixed my hair to try and cover some of the bruise on my face. I tried to move fast, but it wasn't enough. The pain erupted as I got out of the car, only causing me to hurt myself more because I hurdle myself into the car next to me. Slamming the car door shut and locking it I made my why inside the dorms.

Elevators. They would be nice for people in my situation instead of walking up twenty steps. I hated it even more because I knew I would have to walk right back down the every day unless I slowly died from so much pain. People stared at me, but who really cared. Mascara running down your face, broken ribs, and a bruise face, I was entitled to not give a shit.

I knocked lightly on the door, hoping not to wake the surrounding students and drawl attention to me. It was a couple of minutes before I heard bed springs creak and someone walk towards the door. The dead bolt popped , the door opened and I prayed that it was Tyler answering the door.

"What do you want?" Reid said with venom in his voice. He hadn't seen what I looked like because I didn't want him thinking I went and did something stupid.

"Is Tyler here?" I asked, trying not to let the pain slip into my voice.

"Yeah, he is asleep. Goodbye."

Getting the door slammed in your face isn't as bad as knowing one of your friends hated your guts did it. I heard shuffling and a couple of murmurs. The door opened and the light to their room was on as Tyler answered the door yawning.

"Mel, what do you need?" Tyler asked.

"I need you to go to the hospital with me." I said letting the tears now fall.

"What's wrong Melanie?"

I lifted my head and took off my sunglasses, letting Reid and Tyler get a good look at my face.

"Tyler, I…" The darkness took over and I could slowly feeling myself fall to the ground.