A/N;; Sorry for no updates in how long now? More updates = needs more reviews. hah. Ima' be finishing this up within the next two chapters.

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Buzz, buzz, buzzzzzzz.

Aimee mumbled out of clear annoyance as her phone continued to go off, not bothering to even open her eyes as she lent over and picked it up. Yawning loudly, the diva picked up her phone with a small squint of her eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness that hit them - aswell as the flashing white light that came from her phone.

Buzzzzzz, buzzzz, buzz---

"Hello?"

The Extreme diva mumbled into her phone now, sitting up slowly with another loud yawn. She rubbed her eyes, the memories of earlier slowly starting to flood into her mind again. Aimee couldn't help but cringe, closing her eyes tightly.

Hearing someone stir though, brought her from out of her nightmare thoughts, looking down to her right to see Shannon. A small grin appeared on her lips, sighing out of slight happiness as she watched his mohawk cover most of his face without any gel to keep it up. She resisted a small urge to giggle, unable to stop herself from doing so.

"You, me, tonight, 4 am, at the back of the warehouse outside. Come alone."

Her fathers voice caused her to cringe, eyes suddenly widening out of clear alarm, terror, and a slight hint of confusion. What would he want with her this time? He'd already pretty much been beaten to a pulp by Shannon earlier, didn't he know better by now?

But, the answer shined clear in her mind.

Of course he didn't.. He never did learn. He never did stop himself, he just kept repeating his actions over and over.. and over.. and over.. Aimee flinched, hissing lowly before realising that she was actually still on the phone to Frank.

"Why should I?"

"Because.."

Frank paused, trailing off, causing the diva to purse her lips together.

"Because.. If you don't, I'll murder him."

Her blood ran cold, looking down towards Shannon as she bit down on her bottom lip roughly.

"You wouldn't fucking dare.."

It was more of a question that a statement to be honest. She knew what he was capable of.. Why wouldn't he do this aswell?

"Wouldn't I?"

Remaining silent, she closed her eyes, taking a deep breathe in and listening to the rain slowly tapping against the hotel window.

"Tonight, 4am, warehouse, be there."

"Fine."

"This all ends tonight."

Hearing the line suddenly go dead, Aimee's mind began to race, panicking, thinking.. plotting. Pursing her lips out again, she lent down and pressed them to Shannon's forehead, allowing a small, faint smile to appear on her lips as he stirred, mumbling things in his sleep. Sighing loudly, she slipped out of bed, changing out of her jogging bottoms into a pair of jeans and a random shirt of Shannons. It fit her - somewhat - so, she didn't really care at all about the size or what it was that she was wearing.

With that, she quietly walked into the kitchen and filled a glass with water. A shimmer caught her eyes, looking over and trailing her tongue over her top lip slowly. A wide smirk appeared on her lips, Frank's words pretty much booming inside of her mind. She put the glass down, picking up the knife and looking at the reflection that shone back in it.

This all ends, tonight..