EPOV

I stayed at Sookie's watching everything as it unfolded. My instincts were screaming at me to drive to Bon Temps and beat the shit out of Bill, but I knew my getting arrested for murder wasn't going to help anyone. So instead I stayed in hopes that I could be of some help. Pam was speaking with the bands lawyer, Mr. Cataliades. He guaranteed her that before the call was over all of the pictures of Sookie as a minor would be taken down and that the others may take up to 24 hours before they were off the internet. I knew that since this information had hit the world wide web it wouldn't ever be truly gone. I just hoped that once the general public realized that Sookie was a victim they wouldn't go after her. After Pam got off of the phone she asked me to go get everything I had on Compton and bring it back here.

Leaving Sookie was incredibly hard to do, but I knew Pam needed everything now. Leaving also allowed me to realize the size of the current shit storm Sookie was now thrown into. People on the radio were discussing the photos. The station I was listening to frequently played True Blood's music, so I wasn't surprised to hear that they were in her corner. They were talking about how depraved Rev. Newlin must be to actually publish photos of that nature whether Sookie was a minor or not. It was really ridiculous that a man who had started a campaign against Sookie because of her sexual displays on stage to turn around and release nude pictures of her. No one knew how he got them and Newlin's camp had gone quiet. That fucker, must have realized that he fucked up big time.

When I got home I turned on the TV to get a better understanding of what the general public thought. True Blood was even on the little ticker on CNN. None of the news programs were showing any version of the pictures, they were reporting Rev. Newlin's failed attempt to hurt the band. The reports sighted that the FBI was now involved since the photos were of a minor. The reporters seemed to be solemn when speaking of what occurred. No speculations were made as to why there were pictures of Sookie as a minor, but that was because of the statement Pam put out for Sookie. Which said they appreciated the support of the FBI in this private matter. With that I grabbed what I needed and headed back to Sookie's.

I handed everything over to Pam and went to find Tray in the living room watching the news reports and answering the never ending texts he seemed to be getting on his phone. Nobody asking what happened, just friends if his or Sookie's checking to see if they needed anything.

"Has she been down?" I asked.

"No, not yet. I went up there after you left and I think she's sleeping. I put a call into Claudine and she said just keep an eye on her and call her if Sookie wants to talk to her or if I think she needs to come over. Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, anything."

"What made you lose it? I don't think it's because you see her any different, but I just need to make sure you're not gonna hurt her, man. She really likes you and if you're gonna bail on her over this, do it now, instead of stringing her along."

"No, its got nothing to do with me bailing. It had more to do with the interview I did with Compton. Some things just clicked together for me from the interview." I reassured him. He looked both relieved and worried at the same time. I am assuming the relief came from the fact I wasn't bailing and the worry from what happened in that interview.

"I'm not sure I wanna know what you know." He said.

"How about I just tell you that you're right, you don't wanna know and I wish I didn't know. I told Pam and she'll take it from there." It was then that Pam came in and flopped down on the couch in between us.

"I have bad news." Pam sighed. Tray and I went rigid. "Bartlett's dead and Bill is no where to be found. So even though Rev. Newlin sang like a canary about where he got the computer with all those pictures on them we are in a holding pattern until Bill is found. The computer was Bartlett's and was "donated" by Bill." I was worried immediately about Bill's whereabouts and wanted to give Sookie a heads up. I moved to head upstairs and Tray said he wanted to be the one to tell her. Since he had been her support for so long I decided not to say anything about it, but asked him to tell her I was here if she needed me.

"If the Feds have the computer are they going to be able to tell when the photos were taken?" I asked Pam.

"Yeah I think so. It should definitely help with the earlier ones. And hopefully it will help prove that the others were taken without her consent as well." We both sat in contemplative silence after that. I wondered how Sookie was going to rebound from this and selfishly where it left us.

Tray came down 5 minutes later. "She's still not answering. I'm not sure how long I should leave her alone for. The door's locked and I couldn't hear anything." He sighed.

"She needs time Tray, she's done a lot of work. We need to trust her to come to us when she's ready." I told him. Little did I know how much I would end up regretting telling him that.

Around noon the rest of the band showed up with food for Tray and Sookie. It was just Alcide and Sam, they said Maria-Star and Daphne would be along later that night. We all ate quietly and Tray went upstairs again to let Sookie know who was here and that there was food, if she was hungry. When he returned he just shook his head no, that she hadn't said anything. Tray decided to call Claudine again and she agreed with my earlier statement about letting Sookie come to us when she was ready.

After lunch Pam briefed the band on what to say if they were approached. Then we all made our way back into the living room to see if things had settled down. Nothing new was being said and it was in-between newscasts, so Tray left it on E!, just in case. Around 3, Lafayette showed up.

"Sookie's not answering her phone and I needed to know hows she doin." He spilled out as soon as I opened the door. It wasn't until I closed the door after inviting Lafayette in that I realized the complete lack of reporters outside. I needed to ask Pam how she accomplished that. I caught Laf up on Sookie being in her room and not coming out just yet. Tray invited him to sit down and wait if he wanted to. I went to find Pam.

She was in the kitchen, sitting at the table with her head in her hands. "You doing ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, I can't complain." She kept her head down and talked into the able. "I mean it's not like I was abused by my last family member after losing all of my other family, then abducted and raped by a man I grew up with on my 18th birthday and then exploited again by both of those men and a religious zealot to top it all off." She finally looked up then. Her eyes were red and puffy. "Am I a bad person? Did I exploit her too?"

"No Pam, you didn't exploit her. You helped her believe in herself. She knows you're a just a bitch." I smiled at her hoping to cheer her up. Instead she just started crying.

"That's what I mean, she doesn't deserve to be treated that way." She squeaked out. Pam crying was frightening to say the least.

"Pam you treated her like everyone else you know. Treating her differently would have been wrong. She told me she worried that she had used you and now you're worried that you used her. Should I be concerned that maybe you feel more for her then you're letting on?"

"No, there's nothing between us like that. I think that I just feel bad for her, I know what happened to you was horrible, but it doesn't seem to keep coming after you the way it does her." She quickly sucked in a breath of air in then. "Oh god, Eric, I'm so sorry. I'm such a bitch, I mean, I know I'm a bitch, but discounting what you went through was just wrong, I'm so sorry." What the hell, a crying and apologizing Pam. I needed to get the hell away from her and warn the others that the world was ending. I decided to give it one more try before I bailed on Pam's newly forming persona.

"Are you pregnant?" With that I was slapped, hard, across my shoulder.

"Bite you fucking tongue, Northman." And with that Pam was back. And I could talk to her about what I came in here for in the first place. After lifting up my shirt sleeve to inspect the now glowing hand print left behind by my best friend.

"So now that you're all better," she glared at me then, "I was wondering, how come this place isn't plagued with reporters?" I asked and she smiled her scary Pam smile.

"Because, I'm awesome. This place is owned by a "company" and my house is in Sookie's name. So as we speak all those pesky reporters are swarming around my home. Which is why I'm here. And when I head home they'll just assume I'm there to see Sookie." Yes, Pam was worth every penny she earned.

Daphne and Maria-Star showed up with dinner around 6 and even though the house was pretty full at this point it was very quiet. After dinner Tray went upstairs again to try and persuade Sookie to come out. When he came down he looked slightly better. I looked behind him to see if Sookie was there.

"She's still not talking, but I heard her moving around in there. It sounded like she came to the door, but I don't think she's ready to be around anyone yet." He said with the small amount of relief he felt evident on his face.

Almost everyone stuck around and Tray made up the guest rooms for Alcide and Sam. Laf headed home promising to call Pam immediately if he heard anything about Compton's whereabouts. I decided to stay on the couch, I didn't feel right leaving until I explained to Sookie why I had the reaction I did.

The next morning proved to be as bad as the morning before. I woke up to Tray making coffee. He nodded to me as I joined him in the kitchen. After the coffee was done brewing we decided to head out to the backyard so we didn't wake up anyone else. Tray and I sat down and I couldn't keep my eyes from looking toward Sookie's window. What I saw nearly had my heart jump out of my chest. Her window was open and the screen was laying on the roof. I set my coffee down and made my way over to the tree that would get me up there. Tray had watched what I was doing and it didn't take him long to figure out what I had seen. Coffee forgotten he made his way back into the house and I made my way up the tree and into to Sookie's room. By the time I got in there Tray was at the door. I quickly let him in and we started looking around the room for any sign that Sookie left a note. It was obvious she wasn't in there. My stomach rolled with fear at the realization that Compton might have her. One look at Tray and I knew he had come to the same conclusion I had.

He called the police immediately and they told him that they would send someone over, but if there wasn't any evidence that she'd been taken, we couldn't file a missing persons report until she was gone for 24 hours. I stood there while he called Pam and she said she said would call the FBI that were currently working on her case. The police showed up an hour later and did their "investigation." Since there was no sign of forced entry or a struggle and the fact that the screen was pushed out and not in they concluded Sookie left of her own free will. Pissed that they couldn't do anything I left the room. I went back outside and tried to think of something I could do to help. Hours went by and there still wasn't any new information. Finally around 2 o'clock there was a knock on the door, there was a young man standing there looking for Tray Dawson. In his hand he had a letter. Tray thanked him and Pam gave him a tip. Tray quickly read the letter.

"She took off." He said and I watched his jaw clench.

"Where'd she go?" I asked.

"I don't know."

"You know something Tray, please just tell me where she is." I begged. "I promise I won't go after her, if she doesn't want me to, just tell me."

"I don't know!" He shoved the letter at Pam before storming out of the room. I heard the door to his room slam shut and my heart dropped to my stomach. My attention was quickly brought back to Pam when she sucked in an 'oh thank god!'

Sookie had left voluntarily, but her note didn't say where she went. Pam was on the phone with the hotel the stationary came from, Sookie had already checked out. Then Pam called their lawyer. She was hoping he could get quicker access to Sookie's accounts, so we might be able to find her. I allowed myself to hope that we were about to find her when Pam started yelling at him for not stopping Sookie from leaving. Apparently Sookie had called her lawyer and he knew where she was. Pam isn't usually told no and isn't accustomed to not getting her way, so by the time she was off of the phone she was irate. Bitching about stupid fucking attorney/client privileges. She was then immediately on the phone with the FBI. Trying to find out if they knew Sookie's whereabouts. Apparently they had already been in contact with Mr. Cataliades and were aware that Sookie left of her own free will.

I was having mixed feelings, I was relieved she was okay, but petrified that she was out there somewhere and so was Bill. I went outside and called an old buddy of mine that worked somewhere in the government. He was never forthcoming about who he worked for and I didn't feel the need to push the issue. There was no answer so I had no choice but to leave him a message telling him it was urgent.

It took him forever to call me back. I paced the yard trying to not be pissed that I couldn't get any information from anyone. And when he finally did call I tried not to freak out on him for taking so damn long.

"Hey Clancy, it's Northman."

"Hey Eric, long time no talk. What can I do for ya?" He asked.

"I'm looking for someone."

"Aren't we all? I'm not a matchmaker, but my cousin was always really interested in you." He joked and I shuttered at the memory of his cousin, who looked just like him, facial hair and all.

"No, thank you. Actually I'm looking for Susannah Stackhouse."

"I don't know Eric, you know I don't mind helping you out, but you've never asked me to help you do the sleazy paparazzi thing."

"I'm not Clancy. She's my girlfriend and with the current shit storm surrounding her she took off without telling anyone where she was headed."

"Maybe she just needs a break, poor girl. Why don't you just let her have some space. Isn't there a saying about loving something and setting it free…" I clenched my jaw trying to keep my patience. Clancy was the odd man out given that he worked for the government and still had a conscience. So if I couldn't convince him I was SOL. I also couldn't lose my shit or he'd never agree to help me out.

"I have no problem with that, but the guy that started all this is missing and I'd hate for him to find her before we do. Please Clancy, if he wasn't out there I wouldn't have even called you." I probably would have, but he would have definitely turned me down.

"Yeah, I'll do it. Give me a couple hours and I'll get back to you with whatever I can find."

"Thanks Clancy, I owe you."

I paced the back yard for the three hours. My eyes constantly going back to her window. I obsessed about stopping Tray from breaking down the door earlier. I obsessed over not thinking to climb up that damn tree last night to talk to her. I continued obsessing over every little thing I could have/ should have done differently for the next hour. My phone hadn't rung yet and my mind started reeling with what would happen to Sookie if Bill got his hands on her again. It turning dark again and somehow that made the whole situation worse. Why was it looking for someone in broad daylight less scary then trying to find them at night, maybe I watch too many horror movies.

My phone rang 3 hours 34 minutes later. Clancy was able to find out that Sookie took a flight from Shreveport to Georgia and from there she headed to the British Virgin Islands. She took out several thousand dollars from her bank account, but paid for her room at the same hotel the note came from with her credit card. I was fucked that she decided to head down to the islands, she could have taken a boat anywhere, hell she could be on a boat. I asked Clancy if he could get a bead on Compton, but he pointed out that if the FBI were already looking for him then there wasn't much more he could do. I sat down and tried to figure out if I should head down there to find her. And then if I was lucky enough to even find her, how would she respond to being found when she clearly didn't want to be.

SPOV

Reading the words on the page allowed me a certain amount of separation. The experience of being drugged and helpless was in the past. The girl that it had happened to didn't fit in with the woman I had become. I wasn't her. I had survived it all. Page after page had afforded me a desensitization to it all. I silently acknowledged it to being part of my past, but not who I am.

And then I got to my last entry. It reaffirmed for me how far I had come. I was dreaming again. I laid down and closed my eyes and instead of seeing the nightmare, I saw the dream.

I slept peacefully and woke up happy. I felt determined and had a plan. Plans are wonderful things especially when things are going to hell. And I had several of them. It was wonderful to stop focusing on the problem and moving onto the solution. I was a fighter after all and fight was what I was going to do.

First things first, I called Claudine. She is my therapist after all. Which means I was paying her to be my sounding board. It was odd to feel that I had placed trust in someone that I had only meet a couple months before. I was lucky she wasn't with a client and took my call immediately.

After making sure I was alright I proceeded to tell her how I planned to handle my latest mind fuck. She whole heartedly agreed that what I came up with was suitable. We spent close to an hour going over everything. I was even able to discuss what happened with Bill. After hanging up with Claudine I called Pam. I was fully prepared to get my ass chewed out.

"Sookie, are you okay. Pease tell me you're okay." She cried into the phone. I stopped myself from asking if this was really Pam.

"Yeah Pam, I'm doing alright. I'm sorry I took off. Is Tray okay?"

"Well he was freaking out until your note got here, but now I think he's either really pissed or just hurt. He went to his room and slammed the door shut, I haven't seen him since." I tried to push away my feelings of guilt, I did this for me. I admit to going about it wrong, but I needed this.

"Okay." I said and decided to let it go until I talked to Tray myself. "Okay, Pam I need you to find a recording studio down here, I'm about 6 songs deep, but what I've got so far I'm not exactly sure how it fits with the one from the other night." God, had that only been a couple of nights ago.

"Well aren't you pushy. Here we've all been worried about you and you've been off somewhere writing." Cranky Pam, thank god, I'm used to cranky, pissed off Pam, not crying Pam.

"And here I thought you'd be happy that I wasn't off just gallivanting around. That'll teach me to work when you expect me to be off playing." I quipped back. "Listen Pam, I am sorry I put you all through that. And I know you've been listening to me apologize for fucking up, a lot, over the years, but Pam I did what I thought was right for me. I'm not sorry I left, just the way I went about it. So please can we get passed this and get some work out of this fucked up situation?"

"Hmm, well since you put it that way, I guess I better get to work. It is what you pay me for after all. I do have one question though."

"Yes, Pam and what would that be?" I asked.

"Where the fuck is there?" She wasn't mad. She was just trying to help me change the tenor of our conversation. I told her where I was at and she informed that the island I was on didn't have a studio, not surprising to me at all. "There is one on Tortola though. The guys will be happy to here about the location change." She sighed. "Why couldn't you pick somewhere with better shopping Sookie?" She whined and I laughed. "Okay let me get this together and I'll call you back with your transportation info and where you're heading. And Sookie, I really am glad that you're okay." With that she hung up. My next call was to Tray.

I wasn't prepared for him not to answer. I had taken for granted that he had always been there for me and I feared that I had finally pushed him away. My heart dropped when I listened as the recording started asking me to leave a message.

"Hey Tray, it's me. I know I hurt you and I'm real sorry I took off without telling you. I needed to get away from everything and I'm okay. I talked to Pam and she's setting some things up. Um….," I couldn't keep the tears at bay and my voice began to tighten, "listen Tray…" My phone beeped then with an incoming call, I briefly glanced at the caller ID to see Tray's number come across the display. "Listen Tray I gotta go cause you're calling me on the other line." And I clicked over hoping my machine hadn't answered his call.

"Tray?"

"Sookie, are you okay?" He sounded panicked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." I sucked in a calming breathe, trying to get a grip. "Are you okay? Are we okay?"

"I'm fine, just worried for you Shug. Of course we're okay. Nothing can change that, I'm always gonna be here for you. We're all here for you, we're your family." He reassured me and I lost it. Tears started streaming down my face and I sniffled loudly. I had been hit with the realization that I may have lost loved ones along the way, but I had gained more then I had lost. And I wanted and needed my family. "Aw Shug, don't cry. It's okay, really. Just tell me where you're at so I can come get you."

"I just got off the phone with Pam. She arranging for all y'all to come to Tortola." I was trying in vain to mop up my tears with a paper towel and failing miserably. "I've been trying to process all this and got some new material out of it. I want to get into the studio as soon as possible. Is that okay? Can you guys do that?" I sounded like I was begging because I was, I needed him here.

"Yeah, Shug. Let me find out what Pam's got lined up and I'll be on my way as soon as I can. Listen Sookie you need to be careful til I can get down there." My body went on alert instantly, I could hear the fear in his voice.

"What's going on Tray?"

"God, I wish you called Rasul or one of the other guys to go down there with you." My heart was beating out of my chest at this point, not knowing what was happening and knowing Tray wanted me to have security with me was sending my brain into overload. "Pam's been working with the FBI and they discovered that Bill was the leak. They went to go pick him and your uncle up, but your uncle was found dead and Bill's missing. That's all I know. There looking for him, Shug. But I really don't like the idea of him being out there and you not being protected." My head spun and I felt nauseas, god what had I done. I was so stupid.

"What am I suppose to do Tray?"

"Let me talk to Pam. Maybe the hotel down there can give us a name for some security there." He was trying to calm me down.

"I'm not at a hotel. I'm on one of the smaller islands, staying in a private home." I was panicking. My hands were shaking and wet.

"Just sit tight, Shug. We'll get someone over there. I'll call you back with the details."

"Okay, call me back." I hung up with Tray and slumped down on the floor. I needed someone to calm me down, but Tray was trying to get things taken care off. Eric… oh god, Eric. I needed to call him. Would he even take my call? After he found out about Bill he ran to the bathroom to throw up. I sat there looking at the phone in my hand trying to summon the courage to find out whether Eric really want to deal with this. It took a half hour to decide that I'd rather know for sure then to assume how Eric was feeling.

EPOV

I sat and thought about staying here knowing where she kind of was and that Bill could know and be after her. I decided that it was better to be there, not knowing exactly where she was, just in case something happened I would be as close as I could get. I called the airline to find out how the hell to get there. I got lucky and paid an obscene amount of money for the last ticket on a flight leaving in an hour and a half to Georgia and from there I'd fly into Tortola. I ran in the house to find Pam and she wasn't there. I ran upstairs and found Tray crashed out on his bed holding his phone in his hand. I reached out to wake him and realized he needed the sleep and knowing I was on my way somewhere near Sookie and he couldn't go seemed kind of like a dick move. With that decided, I scribbled out a note as fast as I could, telling him I knew a guy that found out Sookie was somewhere in the BVIs and I was going there in case anything happened. I told him I bought the last ticket and to call me when he woke up.

I drove as fast as possible to my house to grab a carry on. I was in and out in under 5 minutes. I started my car remembering that I needed my passport and ran back in to grab it, cursing myself the whole time. I made it to the airport and tried not to look like I was on crack while I waited "patiently" in every single line they put you through. The security check proved to be the biggest challenge. Getting off my boots had never been an issue before, but halfway through unlacing the first one I was ready to grab a pair of scissors to cut the laces and look for flip flops at one of the nearby vendors. After finally pulling them off and sending them through the x-ray machine I again waited "patiently" as the lovely, elderly couple ahead of me began to slowly redress at the end of the conveyor belt, instead of moving over to the conveniently placed tables that most travelers used. I tried to wait calmly, but gave up and shoved my way through them to grab my bin, apologizing the entire time. I slid my boots on leaving the laces undone, grabbed my bag and took off toward my assigned gate. I have never been more grateful for my height advantage. I could easily see my way through the slow moving crowd and my long legs allowed me to cover ground quickly. I was closing in on the gate when I heard the last announcement for the flight.

I was sweaty and anxious when I made it to the counter, the woman behind the counter sized me up, deciding my fate. I gave her my best grin and winked and when I saw her blush I knew I had her. I was the last person onboard a full flight and my eyes quickly searched for the last remaining seat. Of course it was a middle seat in between Dawn Green and another woman I didn't recognize. Dawn was waving frantically at me.

"Eric, are you going to Atlantic City too. What a coincidence seeing you here like this. It must be fate." I cringed and sat down next to her, trying to convince myself that I could make it through the hour long flight. I could do this, it was for Sookie after all. "This is my friend Tiffany." I smiled at her and nodded my head as my hello. "Tiffany this is Eric, remember the one I told you about?" She questioned her friend. Why the hell did that have to sound so ominous?

"Did you two wanna sit next to each other, I don't mind, really?" I asked Tiffany. Please say yes, please say yes.

"Oh no, Eric you aren't getting away from me this time." Dawn supplied. My mind just kept repeating itself 'be afraid, be very afraid.' "So you didn't answer my question." She pouted.

"Yeah, I'm headed to Atlantic City." I lied. No fucking way was I letting her know where the hell I was going. Dawn decided that was her cue to put her hand on my thigh. FUCK!

"So where are you staying?" She purred into my ear. And if that wasn't enough her friend decided to join in.

"So, you're that Eric." Tiffany leaned in to me and put her hand on my other thigh. "You can stay with us." She hissed into my ear.

"No thank you." I stated plainly and removed both of their hands from me. "I'm not interested and I have a girlfriend." At least I still hoped I did.

"Oh come on Eric, I know you want to. Don't be like that and play the fake girlfriend card." Dawn whispered in my ear as her hands started traveling up my arm.

"Not fake, I have a very real girlfriend."

"Oh Eric, I know you were never the settling down kind of guy, so please don't treat me like I'm stupid." With everything that I am I avoid going for the easy insult over her intelligence and tell that I did in fact have a girlfriend regardless of what she thought she knew about me. "So if she's so real what's her name?"

Fuck I walked into that one. I couldn't really tell her I was in a relationship with Sookie. She took my silence as my admission that I had lied and began her assault on my body again.

Okay I couldn't do 60 minutes, I couldn't. I hit the flight attendant button overhead and waited patiently. We were already in the air so I wasn't sure what they could do, but I had hope that they could do something, damn it!

"Yes sir, how can I help you?" The flight attendant, an older woman with grayish brown hair named Thalia approached and took in my current situation with a bit of disgust on her face. It wasn't hard to figure out that she was getting the wrong idea, since Dawn and Tiffany were both hanging on to me and running their free hands on my chest and leg. So when I responded to the flight attendant, her shock was apparent.

"Sorry to bother you, but these ladies are refusing to keep their hands to themselves." Dawn and Tiffany seemed to finally get a large dose of the reality that I wasn't interested in them. They hadn't bothered to remove their hands from me, they just froze.

"I'm sorry sir, do you not know these… ladies." It was hard not to laugh at the small woman before me. The way she said the word "ladies," sounded more like she was spitting out the word whores.

"Actually I do know one of them. I had a retraining order against Ms. Green here, but I'm afraid it has expired. This is the first time I've "met" her friend." Dawn and Tiffany had finally let me go and were sitting as far away from me as they could get with looks of absolute outrage. Like I gave a shit.

"Well sir, I'm sorry to say, but the flight is full." At that Dawn let out a triumphant humph. Which seemed to irritate our flight attendant just as much as myself. "Let me see what I can do." She offered and turned to leave. At the last second she stopped and turned to me. "You better come with me." She gave the "ladies" behind me a disgusted look before leading me to the galley.

So I am sitting here in total irritation with myself, trying to figure out why Mr. C didn't stop Sookie from flying to NY. He picked the BVIs for her. Shouldn't he have said hey wait just go to GA first, they're an international airline. So I have spent a long time going over the story trying to fix my HUGE timeline problem. I went back and changed NY to GA. So if you read the last chapter and are under the impression Sookie went to NY first, just pretend it was the most magical airplane ride ever and she got to the BVIs in a few hours, not an all nighter.

Think I bit off more then I could chew, yeah me too.

On a super shitty note, there was suppose to be more to this chapter. But I have to take my pregnant baby sister to the hospital because her baby doesn't have a heart beat and her poor husband is on the other side of the planet working, trying to get home as soon as possible. I'll was going to add to the chapter but in my current frame of mind I'm very afraid of what would happen to Eric and or Sookie. And really what the hell else could I do to that poor girl?

Thanks for your patience and reviews. I miss them so much!