A/N: Hello! I have a bunch of homework tonight so I am only posting this… :( I know, it sucks but I have to get this out of the way! So here you are:

I walked the streets of Santa Monica, not really wanting to go home. A feeling came about. Did anyone miss me? I mean, I was ignored by everyone who ever cared about me suddenly… Mom ignored me rather quickly when she was notified about Cal… Then once the newspaper started spewing a bunch of rubbish about me, Mom stopped making any contact at all…

Did she actually start to love Cal?

I wished this was all a dream… Not me meeting my father…Life was so hacked up…I kicked the small stones that had come up from the road. This was exactly how I felt. My life was being pushed in more directions than one. First I was in the pavement with all the other rocks, then the giant, invisible foot came by and kicked me too far forward…

I swing my foot and the rock hurdled down the street, four feet in front of me. That was it. I was four steps ahead. Everything was happening so quick I couldn't understand it! It was Russian and I was English! You didn't just memorize it! You had to have a lot of time to learn it! It didn't just come to you! Shops were closing down the street. And as I walked by, my head hung down in hurt. Everyone looked at me with hatred. But they didn't know the truth. I had been told that whole town was going to Hockley's funeral…All were invited, but it was clear in the papers that I, alone…could not attend…just me…

Everyone else could…

It wasn't at all my fault, though, that the bullet hit a titanium lamp pole! It wasn't my fault that the bullet shot back at him! But no one knew.

No matter how true a child's words were…No one would believe them…Would they?

I wish someone would come looking for me. My clothes were wet, and my hair was frizzy from the salt. I didn't care who came…I didn't want to put up with all of this! It wasn't my fault!

I had decided I should begin walking home. If I was lucky…Someone would answer the door…

I walked up the wooden stairs to the front door. I knocked and I was glad when Dannon opened the door. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and just held me. "Where's Mom?" I asked after wiping my eyes. The salt water still dried into my skin stung, but I ignored it.

"She went to bed…she was really torn when you ran out of the office yelling." He said. "My life is hell, what'd she expect?" I mumbled. "Probably not this," Dannon answered.

I thought back to the day Dr. Caroll mentioned I was under house arrest.

"I'll never forgive you!" I said harshly. I stomped out of the room, slamming and locking my door. I threw everything I could get my hands on. I threw the lamp on my bedside table at the wall. I threw the chair from my desk at the door. It ended up losing two of the four legs, and the light bulb glass was all over the floor, ready to cut any bare substance that dare step on it.

At this point, I didn't care what happened to me. I just wanted closure from all this madness and to be alone. I screamed at the top of my lungs in pure anger. They couldn't do this to me! I may not have be a legal adult, but I had rights didn't I? It wasn't like I committed some crime!

I heard the front door close. Dr. Caroll had left finally. I heard my mother sobbing. I honestly didn't care. She brought it upon herself. I didn't want to forgive her.

I made sure my mother wouldn't hear me. I kept my door locked this time. I wasn't taking any chances. Maybe I'd come back… Maybe. I wanted to get away. If I didn't return, she'd know why. I didn't even want to come back. Life was so unfair!

"Well…I'm going to bed…I don't want to deal with more than I have to…" I said walking to my room. My room had stayed the same. The chair was still missing a leg…the stuff I'd thrown was still in pieces…It looked like a genocide took over…A minefield even.

I had run off a lot, so I never wanted to stay home and fix the mess. Part of me wished I'd stepped on broken glass. Of course these weren't healthy thoughts, but I didn't have any happy thoughts anymore. I laid my head on my pillow, but I couldn't sleep. So I cried.

My life was falling apart… So was I… What could I have possibly done to deserve any of this? My sobs were loud and out of control now. Dannon didn't come in because he knew I didn't want company… I wanted my life back.

That was all…

I tried desperately to sleep… But I couldn't. "Are you okay?" I sat up quickly, surprised. "Over here," they said. I squinted in the darkness. I saw nothing. "Abbey…" they said. "Who is that?" I asked flatly. "Dannon, if you're messing with me—I'm not in the mood!" "It's me, Abbey," the voice said. "That's helpful," I grumbled. "Where are you?" I asked. "Follow my voice," he said. It was obviously a he… but who he?

I got off my bed, rubbing my wet eyes and I followed his voice. I knew that voice… But I couldn't give it a face. It aggravated the hell out of me… I really, really, really knew this voice! This voice that talked to me… It was like I'd known it forever… It reminded me entirely of the voice you listened to… the voice you listened to before that person even knew you were listening to them…

As I reached my closet doorway…

My jaw dropped.

A/N: So? Who do you think it is? Could it be someone she hasn't seen in forever? Maybe Brandon? Is someone just messing with her? Hmmm so much in one chapter! :D