A/N: So a while back I had a request for something like this chapter and I thought it was a good idea and would kind of work in this story. It includes another character of mine. Hope you like it

"Hi." Becca said sitting next to the boy. "What's your name?" When he didn't respond she shrugged. "Mine's Becca. Is this your dolly?"

"Go away." The boy finally said.

"But-"

"I don't wanna talk t'nobody and if I did it wouldn't be a girl." He sniffled. "Now go away."

"Are you cryin'?" She asked.

"No." He lied.

"Are you sure because…"

"Said no didn't I?" he cut her off. "Leave me alone."

"Can't." Becca said.

"Why not?" He asked.

"My daddy said to stay out here with you. He and my brothers are helpin' your daddy. He said we should play out here till they're done."

"I told you I don't play with little girly babies. No matter what their stupid daddies say."

Becca crossed her arms. "Well I'm not a girly baby. You're the one playing with dollies and if my daddy heard you talking like that you'd be crying a lot more."

"I'm not crying I just-" He looked at the doll. "It's my sister's."

"Where's she?" She didn't get hang out with many kids her age, much less many girls her age.

"She's gone. Her and my mom they…" He snatched the doll away from her. "They're just gone."

"Oh." A few months ago Becca would have probably been confused by this statement. But ever since her father told her the truth about their family she was understanding a lot of things more clearly. Probably more clearly than a seven year old should. "I'm real sorry."

"Not your fault." He wiped a tear quickly. "It's that things fault. It- it's the one that…I cant say it."

"It's okay." Becca said putting her hand on his shoulder the way her brother's had done to her. "You don't have to."

"Well, it's the one that did it and then it went away. I don't know if it's coming back or nothing. What if it does? What if it kills my dad? What if it kills me?"

"Don't worry." Becca smiled a little. "My daddy will make the bad thing go away. It wont bother you anymore. You'll be safe."

For the first time the little boy looked up. "Safe?" She nodded. "Thanks -uh. Sorry I forgot."

"It's okay." She said. She put out her hand "I'm Becca."

For the first time in almost a week the boy showed a hint of a smile. "Hi Becca. My name's Trevor."