Yay, part two is posted up! By the way, 9/11 flashbacks is in it so if you don't want to read it, you can skip it. I understand.

We entered in Mac's office and Mac was sitting in his chair.

"Please close the door, Stella." Mac says to her.

She closes the door and stood there with me.

"What the hell were you thinking, Stella?!" Mac shouted, standing up.

"Mac, stop it! This isn't her fault! I asked her to let me see those men." I yelled.

"I don't give a damn! What Stella did was wrong and she could have got us into trouble. She broke the rules!"

"Mac, come on. I did a favor for Isabella! She needed it! She needed it to get it out of her system, Mac!"

"I don't care, Stella!" Mac shouted.

"Fine, fire me then!" Stella yelled, putting her hands on her hips.

"Stella, please don't!" I whisper to Stella.

"I'm not going to fire you, Stella. I'm giving you another chance and if you screw it up one more time, you're out."

Stella nods and smiled at me.

"I need you to leave us alone, Stella."

She nodded and closes the door behind her, leaving us alone. I crossed my arms and we stood there in silence for few minutes.

"That was a really stupid thing to do, Isabella." Mac said, sitting down on his desk and crossed his arms.

"Well, to me it is not. You want to know why, Mac? Because my therapist told me that I should do it."

"Then she did a lousy job!"

"She didn't for me, alright! She was there for me… being supportive unlike you, Mac!"

"That is bullshit!" Mac stood up quickly, his arms still folded.

"No, it's not, Mac! You weren't exactly that supportive for me when you asked me to bring that picture down on the mirror! You knew I was still grieving and fragile and yet you asked me to bring it down!"

"That's because I was trying to help you out! You are not the only one who lost your son too! I lost my son! I worked on this damn case for a long time for Danny, David, our son and you! Damn it!" Mac slammed his fist down on his desk, which caused me to jump.

"God, I don't want to talk about this anymore!" I yelled, throwing something at him, which missed him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Mac said in shock that I threw something at him.

"I am so angry at you! So angry that you wanted to take a break from us and not being there for me! Damn it, Mac! I am so angry that I just want hit you sometimes! "

Mac tries to come closer to me but I moved back quickly.

"Don't even touch me, Mac! Just don't touch me at all… Mac" My voice broke on the last word.

Mac moves back and stood there watching me.

"I have to go now, Mac." I said, grabbing my bag and walked out.

I heard Mac calling my name behind me but I got into the elevator, shutting him out.

I stood there crying and the elevator doors opened to reveal the lobby.

I walked out and got in taxi.

"52-74 East 2nd Street, between 1st and 2nd Avenues, please." I said, wiping my tears away.

"Okay, darling." The driver said and we drove away from Mac's workplace.

"What's in Manhattan for you, Ma'am?" He asked when I was staring out of the window.

"My parents." I smiled sadly.

"Oh. I bet your parents would be excited to see you." He said cheerfully.

He must be new in New York because the place I'm going to is a cemetery.

When we arrived, I gave him a tip and thanked him. He drove off and I read the sign on the gate.

"New York City Marble Cemetery"

I opened the gate and started to walk slowly on a familiar path.

I reached to the grave and took the time to read the words that I know in my heart.

"In loving memory of Jason and Eva Whitney

Went home with God on September 11, 2001"

I sat on my knees and start to clear up the weeds. When I was done, I looked at the grave and touched it.

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit in a long time."

I begin to cry.

"I just wish you were here with me now…to comfort me and tell me that everything will be alright. Everything had gone wrong… losing my son…and having fights with Mac lately. Oh god, I am so angry! I…I… I… can't do this anymore." I sobbed, lying down on the ground.

"I don't know how to let go…especially you and Mama." I cried. Flashbacks went through my mind.

Flashback

September 11, 2001

My roommate shook me awake.

"Huh? What?" I said, sitting up. I looked at my roommate's face and she was crying. I thought that she was upset about her boyfriend… and she is a drama queen!

"What's going on? Its 8:49 in the morning… you know my class doesn't start until 11:00 a.m.!"

"No… look at the TV." She whispered.

I look at TV and there was a picture of the North Tower in New York and it was burning.

"What the hell happened?" I said, turning up the TV.

"A plane crashed into the tower… they're saying it was an accident or something!"

"Oh my god... my parents were supposed to visit the towers!" I panicked and looked for my cell phone.

I dialed the numbers and it kept ringing.

"Please pick up the phone, Dad! Please." I whispered. It went through to his voicemail.

"Dad, please call me back as soon you can. I just saw the news. Please call me back!" I hanged up my cell phone and held it my hands so tight.

"Okay, Isabella. I am going downstairs to the living room to watch the big TV. Do you want to come with me?" Jeanette said.

"No, I am going to stay and wait for my Dad call back. I'll let you know as soon as I can, Jeanette."

She nodded and left.

I looked at the clock and it says 8:55.

"Please God… let my parents be okay… please!" I whispered.

The sound of my cell phone ringing caused me to jump. I picked it up quickly.

"Hello?!" I said.

"Hello, Bella?! Can you hear me?" I could hear my dad's voice and the people screaming in the background.

"Daddy! Where are you?! Is Mama with you?"

"Yes, she is with me. I'm in the South Tower and I am looking out of the window right now. There is a lot of smoke coming out of the North Tower. I don't know what the hell happened…we heard the crash but I can't see."

"Dad, a plane crashed into it… they're saying it was an accident or something like that. I am watching the news. Dad, take Mama and get the hell out of the South Tower now! What floor are you on right now?"

"I'm on the 79th floor right now... we will move down in a minute. Hold on, Mama wants to talk to you."

I could hear my Dad handing the phone to Mama.

"Bella! Oh my god!"

Mama was crying hysterically.

"Mama, stop crying. I know you're scared. Mama, tell Daddy to take you and get out of the building right now because I don't know what is going on and I don't feel comfortable with you guys still in the building next to the building on fire. Please… promise me that you'll get out now."

Mama finally calmed down.

"Okay, Bella. I'll tell your father and we'll leave... I promise. Ti amo, Mia cara."

Tears came to my eyes.

"I love you, Mama and Papa too."

"Oh my god! What is that coming?!" I heard Mama screamed and I looked up at the TV.

I saw the plane coming towards to them and crashed into the building.

The phone went silence and I dropped it in shock.

"NO! NO!!!" I screamed, falling onto my knees and begin to weep. "Oh, God! NO!"

My roommate came running into my room and got me into her arms. She rocked me while I screamed hysterically.

Flashback ends

After I calmed down, I got up from lying down and sat there, crossing my legs together.

"I could still remember that day vividly. It's like yesterday but only almost 9 years ago. You know… I thought I would never fall in love with Mac but I did. We are two lost people and it seems like the fate brought us together. The reason I said that because Mac lost his wife on that day. She was working in one of the towers. How did I know about his wife? When I first come to New York and I had lunch with Stella one day and she was talking about her team. Then she told me that Mac had lost his wife on 9/11 and that I wasn't alone. Its funny how fate can bring you to someone…something like that." I chuckled.

I heard thunder from the distance and I look up at the sky. The dark clouds are gathering now. Looks like there is going to be a storm.

"I better go now, Mama…Daddy. I love you guys and I will try to come visit you soon." I stood up and started to walk back to the streets. There is another thunder and the rain started to pour down heavily.

"Oh!" I cursed myself for not bring my umbrella. I ran into the sidewalk and single down the taxi.

I shivered when I got into the car.

"Yeah, it looks like you got caught in the rainstorm." The taxi driver said when he saw me that I was wet all over.

"Heh…. yeah." I said and gave him the address of the apartment.

When we reached to my apartment, I thanked him and gave him money. I ran out of the car into my building to stay out of the rain.

I unlocked my door and got into my apartment, relieved and tired from today.

"Finally, you're back." A male voice came out of nowhere and I jumped and screamed in fear.

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