Sorry it took so long to update this. I've had a hard time writing lately, I've got no inspiration what so ever, so I decided to just throw in some unexpected twists and hope it works out. Here is Chapter 12! Hope its good, I haven't had the time to read it over, but I will soon and I'll fix any errors I find, I just wanted to update real badly!


Within three day's time, the word about Heather and Alejandro was out. All over the world, Television, newspapers, even billboards, were the clears words that made every Aleheather fan jump for joy. But of course, word about the secret affair didn't take long to reach the cheated spouses.

Katie didn't care that she was cheated on, she barely saw her husband anyway. Cody, however, was ticked off. Over the years, he grew to love Heather, and although he knew she only loved his money, he appreciated her sticking around to take care of his kids. He didn't really suspect the baby to be anyone else's, Heather hid things pretty well when she found out about her pregnancy. So well, that she wasn't sure anymore whether the baby was truly Alejandro's.

It was now midnight, and neither lover could sleep without being next to each other. The paparazzi were at both of their doors, shouting questions through the window and banging on the glass. Both of them just wanted to sleep, this famous crap was getting annoying. They aren't even supposed to be famous anymore.

Heather got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom. She looked at her messed up hair and sleepless eyes, she hadn't been able to rest since stupid Lacy decided three hours was long enough to keep a secret. She was probably paid big bucks for telling the press about every detail she was given. It wasn't like Heather to take trust in a girl she barely knew, but she was really wishing she hadn't. She blamed it on the hormones for making her do such a stupid thing.

She went back into the bedroom and grabbed a suitcase from the closet and began packing her clothing into it. She could still hear those moronic people at her door, she'd have to find a quick and safe way out. She decided this was going to be a lot like an old time Zombie movie, guns may be included.

There was only one person she knew for sure had a gun, and she also knew for sure he'd never help her. But she did know someone who probably has a few weapons, if his wife didn't make him get rid of them.

She grabbed her phone and started chasing through her contacts.

"Please pick up, Duncan." She whispered as she placed the phone to her ear.


"Mystic is a big, fluffy monster."

"Nooo, Mystic is a big, fluffy, LOVEY monster."


A few minutes earlier…

Eleven thirty at the River Lodge in the woods, the camping site Duncan decided to take everyone to. Everyone is asleep right now, except two…

"Knock it off!" Courtney yelled out as Duncan kept biting her ear.

"I though you liked it when I did that." Duncan said, his teeth still dug into her ear.

"Well I don't, it hurts when you bite hard like that."

"Well, I'm sorry baby. I can make up for it."

"Is that all you think about, Duncan?"

"Eh… its Ninety Nine percent of what I think about."

"You never grew out of the horny teenage phase, did you?"

"Nope. Most men don't. So, what's your answer?"

"Well, it has been a while since we made love somewhere exotic…" Courtney tapped her chin as she thought about whether she was in the mood or not.

"Want me to pick for you?" Duncan asked as he came a tad closer to her, his breath tickled her neck, and she giggled a bit.

"Lets go outside… and then we'll do it."

"YES!" Duncan's eyes got lit up as he followed Court outside. His smile was wide, and his hands were shaking off the hook. He loved making love to her, it was the best thin g in the world, and he couldn't think of anything better then feeling her and kissing her tenderly, and the best is when he could look up at the stars after and have her lying next to him.

"This is a nice place." Courtney said as she grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down, forcing his weight onto her. She looked up at the stars as he kissed her neck a smile aroused onto her face as she tilted her head back.

"I love you." Duncan whispered to her softly.

"I love you too." She whispered back. Duncan stopped for a moment, and began to take his shirt off when suddenly…

His phone started ringing.

And a hard rock song started playing.

"Never has there been a worst time to call me." Duncan said as he grabbed his phone to look at the caller ID.

"Heather, what the hell do you want? I'm busy." He grunted, his smile becoming a frown very quickly.

"I need your help, the paparazzi at my door and they won't leave me alone." She said in the most desperate voice she could.

"Just go outside and boss them around like you usually do."

"Oh, ha ha… this is serious. I'm with child now and I don't want my baby to get hurt because some morons are at my door. They'll attack me if I go out there."

"Call your boyfriend, the Hispanic dude, because I can't help you."

"Alejandro can't help me because the same thing is going on with him. I was wondering if you could just come by with a chainsaw or something to scare them off."

"Sorry, Heather, I can't help you. Maybe you should ask your husband if he can do something about it."

"But Duncan, wait!"

'CLICK'

"… My husband… left me…"


A man in love is incomplete until he becomes married. Then he is finished.


"Baby, I don't know what to do, if I go out there they're going to attack me, and I don't want anything happening to our baby…"

"Heather, I think that I can take a chance. I'm going to try and drive over there, we can hop on a private jet tonight, they'll never find us."

"Are you sure you can get through safely?"

"Trust me, my flower. We will both be safe soon." He said in a most sensual accent. Heather was ready to jump all over him and kiss his sweet, Hispanic lips a million times, but right now he wasn't here. She hated when he spoke sexy over the phone, she wanted him to speak sexy right in front of her, not over the freaking phone.


"It's raining outside…"

"Then let's take a rain-day." –The Blue Rose


Kyle came running into Sam's cabin room, tears in his eyes as he held his pillow close to him.

"SAMMY!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, throwing his head back as he continued to sob.

"What on earth is wrong with you? It's four in the morning, dummy!" Sam backed up onto her pillow as she checked the time.

"I… *Sniff* I miss Ari."

"Dude, get over it. Better yet, talk to mom. Why do you insist on talking to me about these things?"

"Because you're my sister and I love you." Kyle sat on her bed, tears still streaking down his face as he sniffled.

"Ew, you say things like that to mom or dad, not to me. We know we love each other, which is why we don't say it out loud."

"You said you loved me the other day…"

"I know I did. Every five years we have to say it, but only ONCE or else the delicate balance of love and hate will be disturbed. Now go away and go to sleep." Sam pushed him off her bed, rather eagerly, and hurried back to her old position.

"Fine, but just so you know our parents are practicing their delicate balance between love and hate, right now. OUTSIDE FOR EVERYONE ON THE CAMPGROUND TO HEAR!" Kyle yelled before turning from his sister and leaving her room, slamming the door shut. Sam looked at the door for a few seconds, wondering if he was going to come barging in like he usually does. She tucked her head down close to her pillow and spoke softly…

"He's gone, baby." She whispered. A dark haired boy peeped his head out from underneath the covers.

"You sure, Sammy?" He asked her as his grass green eyes looked up to her innocently.

"Yeah, Kyle does this a lot lately, ever since Ari left."

"Ari is the girl he saved, right?"

"No, she saved him."

"Oh."

"But he is a hero. If it wasn't for him, Ari would still be with that jerk off that abused her… and me."

"Elliot abused you? I'll kill him!"

"I let myself be abused. See this?" Samantha raised herself up and lifted the bottom of her shirt for him to see the marking on her stomach. It looked like a huge star had been cut from her skin, "Elliot did this to me, because I let him."

"Oh my god… Why would you let anyone do that to you?" The boy asked, his teal streaks covering his face as he continued to look at it, a trembling hand reaching out to touch it.

Sam began to float back into a memory…


Don't do anything you will regret someday, because the day you regret it most will be the day you die.


"Sam, I can't believe you did this. You're an idiot! I hate you! I never want to see you again!"

"Elliot, please! I love you, I really do, I don't want to go back home, it isn't my fault they sent out a search party, anyone would!" Sam begged at his feet, her white silk night gown spread out on the floor.

"Your boyfriend saw you talk to me, they are coming for me, Sam. I could go to jail because of you!" Lucas turned around quickly, smacking her in the face as he did so. She fell down, but wasn't hurt badly.

"Elliot, he didn't see you. Please, baby, no one knows I'm with you. They'll never find you. They'll never find us." She went to him slowly, caressing his face, trying to calm him down. Elliot kissed her softly, and held her tightly, ensuring she was so memorized by the kiss that she wouldn't look anywhere else. He grabbed a knife from his pocket and threw her to the bed, back first, and climbed over to her.

"This will ensure you never make another mistake again." He cut a random design into her stomach after lifting up her gown. He threw the bloody knife to the side, and left her, locking her up without another word. Samantha lay on the bed, shocked at what just happened, and in incredible pain that would easily pass for labor pain. Then she noticed, this wasn't the pain from the wound she was just given, she was experiencing something more…

It felt like a sudden kicking pain, a punching pain, like there was a wrestling match going on in her stomach.

"A baby?" Samantha asked herself as she looked at her stomach. She could see a small hand reaching up. The pain Elliot caused to her was probably killing the poor thing, which would explain why it was kicking and punching so extremely right now. She hadn't had any symptoms at all; a baby was the last thing she'd expect right now. She was only fourteen…

Sam rushed up and jumped to the window, trying her best not to trip over her gown. She had no choice, she had to jump, facing Elliot again may result in the death of both her and her baby.

But landing in thorns wasn't the best idea either, she still had to do it…


Sitting outside, in the pouring rain… still you are the only thing on my mind.


"A few days later and nothing changed. I got a little morning sickness, but nothing more. The baby didn't punch or kick, my stomach didn't get any wider, so I expected it was too late and the poor thing already died. I cried every night, thinking I was such a fool for not telling anyone or at least getting medical help. The cut wasn't severe enough to require medical attention, so we all just passed by it. If I did something that day, my little baby would still be alive." Samantha broke into tears, Danny hushed her and rubbed her back.

"It's okay, Sammy, It's okay…"


Awww, so Danny followed Sam to the campsite to re-express his love for her. Sam was pregnant (I think we all kinda saw that coming, it had to happen, am I right?) but is no longer, and I've gotta go. Til next time!

*~*MysticalChick*~*