AN: Did anyone miss me? I am so sorry not to update sooner. I was just busy with my UTs and I'm happy that yeah, I'm bakety back!

Here it goes! Another chapty! Hope u guys leave me a review! Like always!

"Never love the moon so much that it becomes ur weakness,

Love it that much that rising for u, becomes its weakness."

UNMANAGEABLE

(FAITH'S POV)

I was in the woods near Spokane or might be Santa Paula but I loved it and all of a sudden Louie was there on his skateboard.

"Wanna join me, Faithy?" he asked. Wonder when will this guy stop nicknaming me? He threw a skateboard in my direction on the floor.

"Catch me if you can!" he challenged me.

"Gotcha in a second." I answered but as soon as I got on mine, the winds started blowing so hard that it was difficult for me to stand and I don't know how I fell on…a steel floor? Since when did it really be there instead of the grass? Then all of a sudden, it started to snow? You've got to be kidding me! How? I was just here and it was the month of September when it isn't supposed to snow and…

How was I really at my place with Louie when I had just been kidnapped? Then all of a sudden, everything went blurred and blacked out till a long time when I finally felt warm enough and felt that I was in a cave sort of a thing and nuzzled into the softness or might be something soft on my side or maybe.

When I realized this and opened my eyes, I found out that I had all along been snuggling not into something but someone. I sniffed in to better feel some warmth in my little nose with something warm. I smelt in the woodsy and somewhat musky fragrance that I had usually felt in my dreams when this guy in my dreams used to be there and I could get a hint of him. Okay, telling about him, this guy was the most charming guy you'd ever met. He was so intense, caring and everything a girl could ever ask for and all…wait a sec, that guy used to have the same somewhat tan skin. I tried to push my weak body back. I sneezed about twice. I had some muscular thing under my head and it was somewhat warm. I fell of the hard pillow under my head and hit my nose. I coughed.

"Hey, you up?" this was him, I mean Assclown. How come all along I had been sinking into him?!

How come I had been smelling him all along?! (Not that I regret it.) But whatever, why am I so cold? I replayed everything that had happened.

Ethan and Nathan came in. check.

They sealed in me a box. Check.

I fell asleep. Check.

They opened the box and threw me on a steel floor. Got it! They threw me at North Pole. Wait, what? North Pole isn't that easily accessible and it's not easy to reach there that soon and…oh jeez, my head hurts again and I think there's a space out.

I was all of a sudden shaken when he left me and I couldn't feel any warmth and he stood up straight off the bed. I looked around. The walls of this room were, you know, different and aliened but still it was so familiar. The decoration was just like what I had hung in my room with Louie and we had spent every waking moment making them for two weeks when I was recovering.

"How're you feelin'?" he asked me.

"What-what happened?" I asked, pulling the blanket tighter on me. The expressions on his face were somewhat intense like he had been worried for me all along and either he was mad on me or Ethan and Nathan. Had they placed ice in my body instead of organs, I might just ask?

"I'm-I'm just too sorry about all of it. I mean I shouldn't have left you with them alone knowing that how irresponsible they guys already are and how it has already affected you? And by the way, couldn't you wake up earlier, I was worried sick!" he gave one of those intense looks like he usually does that makes me drown into his eyes. It really does feel like he is now the most essential needs that I cannot live without. "Wait a sec." He covered me better with the quilt because I was sneezing. "How do you feel right now?"

"*cough* I don't know. *cough*" I answered straight and simple even though my throat hurt as I spoke and coughed.

"Do you want to eat anything? You know you're already too weak and you know what I mean and just let me see." He touched my forehead and my hands. His touch was warm enough for me to feel better for a while.

"I'll be back in a minute." He said and left through the choco-nut brown door. A woman came barreling in. Well, I used the word barreling because she was about 6 or 7 months pregnant and she this serving dish in her hands. It's not that I know a lot about this thing but Amy wants to become a gynecologist and she watches these shows which show about this thing like: in the womb, Secret life of the American teenager, Teen moms and my little mom.

Jeez, they're sometimes a bit heavy to digest for me.

"Umm…why did you come? You should've sent as…err…him?" I said sitting up a bit straight. She sat by my side. Her kind eyes, almost copper skin which was yet so pretty and all, did tell me that she didn't mean any harm to me. Instead she looked at me in a way like Amy did after I recovered.

"No, it's okay." She said. "So, how do you feel, cas…Faith?"

"Umm…quite better, I believe but who are you?" I said polite enough even in my croaking voice.

"I'm Rachel and… erm… I know you might miss your friends out there and…"Oh c'mon, please say that you can help me outta here. "I know it's kind of difficult for you to be here and stuff but I want you to be comfortable with me. You can see me as your elder sister if you're comfortable with that." At least there's someone who doesn't think and say that 'you're such a pain in the ass' or 'serious pain in the butt'

It was kind of hard to say that she really was living with these guys who had been getting me so-so irritated since the day they captured me and…you know what? I like her.

"Um…thanks." I said. "So, are you comfortable with me calling you…Uh?"

"Rachel would be just fine, sweetie. I know it's hard for you to just tolerate him right now, I'm talking about the guy who was here with you the whole time but still, I hope you can give him a chance."

"What chance? Are you talking about Assclown?"

"Never mind. Just have this." She introduced me the hot soup she had gotten for me.

"What was the need to…?"

"No formalities." She said, popping a spoonful in my mouth. If I was right, then it was clear vegetable soup. I like that when I'm a bit sick. What a co-incidence?

"You'd better finish it." A guy came in through the door. He was somewhat of this Native American and looked as if a bit angry or disgusted with me. It honestly scared me a bit but still, it was like as if both of them were too worried about me.

"How…uh…are you?" he asked me.

"Better, I'd say." I answered. He looked almost the kind he (meaning Assclown) looks; I mean the Quileute hot looks they have. Okay, now this freaks me out. I mean the fact that I just felt like he was somewhat like Wayne to me or to Louie. I was lost, too lost till when this guy spoke and I came back to the real world to be precise.

"It was your gifts because of which you actually didn't stick in with pneumonia." He informed.

"Lucky enough." I muttered. "Where's Marley? If you guys know the little dog that, you know, used to stay with me at Ethan and Nathan's place?" I pulled on my puppy dog face, that Louie says, no one can win past.

"You mean the golden retriever? Gee, now I get why he doesn't answer to my call." He answered. "Paul, by the way." I stared for a moment till Rachel clarified me: "Him not the dog."

"Got it." I chuckled. She understood that.

"Marley!" Paul called in a deep voice but loud enough to hear outside might be or…. Downstairs, I came to know as I looked out of the window.

"We'll be leaving." Rachel said.

"But-''' Paul was saying when Rachel, pushed him out of the room slightly as she could do to that guy who was so large in comparison to her. Marley's barks could be heard in less than second. He pounced straight on the bed where I was half sitting and was almost on me, licking me.

"Hey, Marley! So, did they take care of you when I was sleeping?" I asked patting his head. He barked twice.

"Surely did. Who wants to become a roast-chicken by you?" Assclown came in. I tried my best to hide that excitement in my eyes to prove that I didn't miss him at all and I'm not excited that he's back either.

"I am a good cook, if you would like to know." I added.

"Hmm…not bad then I guess. So, who's this Louie guy?"

"He's not Louie guy, his name is Louie AKA my best friend. How do you know?"

"You were talking about him while sleeping, so just a curiosity."

"Umm…who's Cassie or Casey or whatever?" at my question, he was somewhat of thunderstruck.

"H-How do you know about her?" he asked, not caring to make an eye contact.

"Just heard you while snoring."

"WHAT? I don't snore."

"I'm not that oblivious."

"I was just tired that day. You don't know how much I run for you." He muttered the second line.

"Correction is that you run from me."

"What do you think you are? A goddamn monster?"

"Can be, at times."

"I know that." He eyed me.

"So, you met Rachel and Paul, huh? Do they remind you of someone you know since a long-long…?"

"I've told you a thousand times that I am who I am. I am not someone who you think I am. I am Faith Simons! But Rachel is quite nice."

"I know."

"Where's chuckle-head?"

"Downstairs."

SOME HOURS LATER…

I was practically having fits of shivering and I was really sure that they had really replaced my organs with ice.

I was too sure about that.

"Um…do you want me to sit by you 'cause no kidding, Faith, you're shaking as if someone dropped ice in your clothes and you know that my temperature is much more than that of a normal human?" he asked. I should've checked that.

"No." I answered, straight, short and simple.

"But…?"

"What is your problem anyway, if I'm shaking after you know I've been captured here?"

"Not again." He moaned. "About that. Instead of calling me by the name you call, why can't I get a straight and simple sweet 'thank you' for saving your life?"

"In your dreams." I muttered. He sat by my side pulling me gently into his side.

"Get off me." I protested.

"What if I don't?" he gave me a crooked smile. Boy, do I love it like hell but seriously, it felt a bit better by having him near me.

"You're-you're warm." I muttered as I nuzzled into his chest, woozily.

"Told ya already." He said and made me tilt my head on his chest. "Better?" he asked me softly.

"Guess so." I murmured as I was in a drowsy state. Without any much protesting, I just laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

"I'll never let anything happen to you." Is what I heard the last, as I guess because I was too sleepy to hear anything much. I don't know exactly. I could even be wrong.

When I woke up, once in between I found out that he was almost leaning on me.

"What…what happened?" I asked dizzily.

"Just searching my cell phone. I thought I left it under the pillow." He answered and I turned my side and went back to my dream land.

NEXT EVENING….

He's busy munching at his granola bars. Note the 's' in the 'bars'. (Inside fact: he's had eighteen since the last 7 minutes. Wonder where all this food is really going?)

"Don't you think it's a bit teeny-weeny cold?" I asked.

"Not for me, I guess." He said. Yeah, right considering the fact that when I was stuck to him all night, he was so warm and it felt good to me but I should never-ever mention this to him otherwise he'll think I like him and all.

That would be too weird.

Just then, we heard this wolf howl like it is usually in Teen wolf and all shows.

"I'll catch up with ya later." He ran straight out of the door and it was me and Marley in the room.

"So, boy, wanna play fetch?"

He fetched a tennis ball in his mouth from somewhere near the study table. I threw it and he caught it. I wonder if it was right to play in the room because the ball was bouncy and even more was the puppy. I sometimes think that I should have a dog there, at my place because I'm in love with dogs and wolves and all the animals of dog family too much. That's what Amy hates the most. I later realized that it wasn't such a good idea to play that in the room because I threw it on a vase. It wobbled and fell on the floor dividing itself i.e. breaking into several minute pieces.

"Oops." I murmured. Now, I'll surely have it. Assclown is going to be good deal of mad at me. I got out of my bed and turned to see the damage I had done. I started picking the pieces till a sharp blow went straight through my brain, somewhat like those that leave me weak after a lot of training or so and I stepped on the glass and slipped straight on the floor hurting my ankle even worse than my sole already have been. I shrieked in pain and even too immature for a girl my age, but I started crying. This hurts, okay? It's not my fault except the 90% stupidity I did by breaking the vase and getting out of my bed to pick up. Fortunately, I did get hold of the study desk chair otherwise I would've fallen straight on my face. The door click opened and it was Assclown.

(Note to self: think of a more suitable name than that.)

"Shit! Faith, are you alright? Am I stupid or what? Why am I even asking that when you're crying already?" he said and pulled me away gently from the glass. He picked me up in his arms (Jeez, I was blushing really bad) and put me on the couch. "Let me see it." He asked but I refused by shaking my head. "How do you think I'm supposed to help you then?"

"Leave me alone!" I cried.

"And let it get all septic? Oh sorry if you hate it, but I'm much too against that! Okay, do one thing, close your eyes." He said but I just shook my head right away. I had stopped crying a bit but the little pieces in my sole hadn't gotten out!

"Please, for me? Look, I saved you, you owe me that much at least?" he went all caring and in a sweet guy tone. I did close my eyes while hyperventilating.

"Better. Now think about a place you want to go."

"How about North or might be, South Pole?" I am seriously weird right now.

"And have been to." He clarified.

I was thinking about some woods but they weren't from any place I had lived and remembered and yet so beautiful but dark and then I saw a large, horse sized wolf. I am not kidding, I did see that. The silverfish fur that shone in the moonlight was just something too mind blowing but had I seen that earlier.

"Almost done." He muttered under his breath but I heard it. Then something cold touched my ankle or leg to be precise. I opened my eyes in one instant.

OH MY GOD!

CRAP!

WHAT CAN BE WORSE?!

And he said he was protecting me? He really did get me.

I was now hyperventilating even worse.

"Hey, hey, Faith, he's not going to do anything. I assure you that." He said and that was a VAMPIRE who was doing my bandages. Are you kidding me? A vampire not drinking blood but cleaning it? Now, what? I'll see one of them drinking acid next?

"He-he is a VAMPIRE!" I couldn't help shouting at the last word almost in Assclown's ear.

"Trust me; I'll never let anything happen to you." He said, assuringly and quite a thing to admit, I was about 40% less scared now.

(Question to self: kill him or kiss him?)

Rachel and Paul with chucklehead were already in the room. Marley was hiding under the desk thinking, as I think, that it was his fault but it wasn't.

"H-how do you control y-your th-thirst?" I stuttered.

"Centuries of practice." He added in a polite tone. Vampires ain't always polite.

"I'll get going. Now these are some multi-vitamins she would need because her level really lowered down when she was 'supposedly' stuck in the Cold Storage." he said, eyeing the twins who were squeezed in the corner. Assclown shot a death glare in their direction.

"I'll get going." Ethan said.

"Gotta go too." Nathan said and they both left scared about dying and doctor Fangs too left. As they left, someone entered who had been there at the basement that day with Megan sitting all time at his tab so I didn't have much of all interaction with him. A Quileute too, I believe.

No way! It isn't coming true! I mean, he has this large bottle of acid in his hand and then he just opened the bottle cap till Rachel said:

"Dave, have you lost it?" but she was too late. He had already taken a sip. He just turned the bottle. He held his throat for quite a long time and I swear no one did react. Why didn't I think of something else earlier?

"He just drank acid?!" I shouted at last.

"He'll be just fine. At least we don't have to hear him for an hour or so." Assclown answered.

"You kidding me, right? He might die!" I said. He just shook his head in pain.

"Werewolves, Faith. Hard enough to kill with a sip of acid." Assclown informed me.

"What were you doing with that anyway?" Rachel asked Dave.

"He might be working on some science project again. We're partners this time." Assclown said next. "Now, seriously Dave? You didn't have to drink it to check it was acid. You could've done the acid test."

Ooh! He's got it in his head, I mean a brain.

"You mean he's done it before?" I asked, shocked.

"Lot of times. You were thinking it was coke again, right?" Assclown told me first and then asked Dave. He nodded sitting in a comfortable position. "Cole's done this to him two times earlier. He hid his bottle of coke in a bottle of soy sauce and I don't remember what it was the second time?"

"You're serious?" I asked.

"Don't worry. They won't pull these pranks on you, at least I hope." He said.

"What do you mean by you hope?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just funnin' up." He replied.

ABOUT AT 6 P.M…

I was sitting on the window side and I knew that I needed to get outside, not because I wanted to run away but because of the claustrophobia I had developed. Right now, I needed to be at a place where I could feel the other three elements. My head whirled and I didn't have a control on my senses like the last time. Last time all of them were with me so I could actually be fine. Dad told us that I would be alright till the next six months from then, I mean five months ago and indeed he was quite right because I didn't have an attack since the last three weeks but the main problem was that did it have to be now?

"Faith, what happened?" Assclown hurried to me, as I could see with my half open eyes in half lying position. He tried to make me sit upright.

"My head…whirls…" I whispered weakly.

"Wait a minute." He picked me up in his arms and put me on the bed. Even if I was conscious, I could feel that he placed a pillow under my head a bit high so I could be half sitting. I had turned cold already so his touch felt good. He placed a bitter medicine in my mouth and made me drink water so I could gulp it down but it was stuck to my tongue and tasted bitter. A few seconds later, it finally went down and he succeeded. He held me tight against himself and I closed my eyes.

"Better now?" he asked me a few minutes later.

"1. Never drug me without doctor's prescription and 2. No. I need to go to a place where I can feel other three elements, please?" okay, I was a bit better.

"Hop on my back." He ordered me and helped me clung onto his back. I sunk my face onto his shoulder and closed my eyes for a while. I felt like he had been stepping down the stairs. Then, something like a door clicked.

"Okay, do me a favor, sit here." He said and helped me sit on the skirting of the front porch of the house. "I'll be back in a few seconds."

You know what, I have read it somewhere 'common sense in uncommon in cute guys' but I guess he has got it because he knows I won't be able to run away with a pierced foot. Okay, now I know that he's not a chimpanzee. Some minutes later, he was on a blue Harley bike.

Not bad.

Infact, really cool.

SITTING ON THE BOUNDARY WALL OF THE CLIFF…

"I love the sea." I said. He sighed.

"I knew you would love this place." He stated. "But isn't it pretty dangerous?"

"Scared of it?" I taunted.

"Are you?"

"Not me."

"Have you ever been in love with someone?"

Did I hear it correctly? He just asked me if I'd been in love with someone. That's how kidnappers talk to their kidnapped subjects?

"Well, uh, I am, I guess." I replied.

"Hmm…sounds good to hear." He said.

"Well, I'm confused in a way. I don't understand how my heart is really working, as a matter of fact."

"What's it anyway? You can tell me. I'll keep it just to myself. Something like a love-triangle?"

"Precisely." I answered. "And you? What about you?"

"Well, good question but I'm not interested in answering."

"Hey, that's so not fair." I wailed.

"I told you I don't want to answer."

"I'll jump off the wall if you don't answer me."

"Faith, it's really childish if you wanna know. We used to do it when we were like, in 2nd grade just for the sake of knowing each other's crushes."

"Okay, so here goes nothing." With this, I slipped off the wall and I had thought to a point that he would get hold of me before I lost it all but he couldn't and that's why the wind thrust me into the blue sea and onto a greenish-brown rock.

A FEW HOURS LATER…

(CASSIE'S POV)

Okay, why really does my head hurt so much alongside with my foot and why are my hairs all wet? I swear I need an answer! But wait a second! As far as I remember about my dad… I think I'm not dead! Yay! I'm not dead at all but what about Brady? I pulled up in my bed without opening my eyes when I heard Paul's voice.

"Hey, you fine, Faith?" he asked.

"Who's Faith?" I coughed and now, I was in a sitting position on the couch and opened my eyes. All of a sudden, Rachel barreled inside the living room.

WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

"Rachel, how come are you showing up so much?! Where are Brady, Seth and Hayley? Oh my god! Was I in comma or something?" with this, I started hyperventilating.

"Cassie?" Paul had, really, tears in his eyes.

"Yeah, who do you think I am supposed to be then? A ghost?" I muttered.

Paul and Rachel hugged me and most probably squeezed the gut out of me.

"Guys, I can't breathe." I said.

"Brady was right. I just knew it he would be!" Paul said ruffling my hair.

"What happened, guys?" I said looking at Rachel and her about six-seven months old baby bump. "You better not do that again." I said eying Paul.

"Well, let's just say you had amnesia." Rachel told me.

"NO FREAKING WAY!"

"You were with your dad." Paul said. I knew he was talking about Theo. Now, I had to say: NO FUCKING WAY but I said: "This isn't happening!"

"It's already happened, honey and now you're safe with us." Rachel tousled my hair now. What problem do they have with my hair?

They told me the whole five month long story and how much my wolf has been hurt and most irritating fact after it was that why did I really name my dog after a dog from a movie? Not that Marley's a bad name but c'mon I loved the name Aric but I don't think I'm training him back again. Marley is a cute name.

I've first gotta focus upon Brady.

"So, here's it." Paul ended.

"Um…question? Is it a boy or a girl?" I asked Rachel. Paul smacked his forehead in disappointment but hey, I am supposed to be excited about my future niece or nephew.

"It's a boy!" Rachel said, excitedly yet shyly.

"Where's Brady?" I questioned in a sadder tone.

"Um…Cassie, he doesn't yet know that you know that you are the real Cassie not someone else AKA Faith." Paul told me. "Brady's on a patrol anyway."

"Call him then. What are you waiting for?" Rachel wife-ordered Paul. "And do get me some gherkins from the supermarket."

Aye-aye Captain." Paul said and went away.

"But like seriously? How is mom? She didn't do anything to herself, did she?" I asked Rachel. God, I'll call her in some time after I meet Brady. Now that shows he is my first priority but mom shouldn't know that and it's not even that!

Who am I kidding?

The door opened and Rachel already had gone inside, I don't know why and there was on the door exactly the person I wanted to see in the first place. It was him but his hair was a bit grown and, gee, did anyone tell my boyfriend to shave when I wasn't there or most probably was stricken with amnesia. He came to me and crouched on the floor in front of me.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"I should be for leaving you alone." I said.

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah, Paul told me. You were right. I am Cassie, you're not Assclown…yada, yada, yada." I muttered and before I could say anything else, I realized that his lips had already collided with mine. I knew it was slightly longer than the last four times but seriously, we hadn't made out since the last five months to be precise so that's nothing to be embarrassed of. He kissed me so desperately that I felt that he couldn't breathe without me and all the more, it made me feel even more special than I really am.

It could have lasted longer but then we heard Seth screaming: "Cassie!" Brady groaned distancing me a bit but not exactly leaving me so that I don't fall off and hurt myself.

"Hiya Chucklehead!" I said softly. Then all of them seriously flooded in. I never use the words 'came in' because they seriously come in with so much force that the whole house is almost shaking. After Seth, Megan, Cole, Aaron, Mark, Kyle, Dave and Ken was the last one. I had a hugging session for about ten-fifteen minutes which ridiculed Brady.

"Yeah, you were all the ones too irritated of her when she was Faith." He mocked.

"Excuse me?" I said, glaring at all of them.

"Not I." Megan said hugging me.

"Aw, Meggie." I said. I fought my tears too hard to spill out.

"Hey, c'mon don't become such a tusker." Dave said. Dude, his voice was spilled after the whole acid thing. Really, he can be such a jerk at times.

"By the way, sorry for calling you a 'pain in the ass' that time." Cole said.

"But you've gotta admit, she really was a pain that time." Embry came in. I really have this question.

"Excuse me?!" I screeched.

"Hey, but I loved her being like that too." Brady bent down and took a peck at my lips. I couldn't help but blush totally red at the moment but they all really did ignore it, fortunately.

You know what; it took them fifteen minutes at most to get back to our normal lifestyle. The flood left soon enough to create awareness that: yeah, the so called 'pain in the butt' Faith is actually Cassie not Faith and she did have amnesia and Brady wasn't a lunatic at all. It left me and Brady alone in my room with the door opened ajar about 4 inches at least (now that's what I'm warned to do otherwise I have to meet him in the living room. I'd better stick to the opening- door-ajar practice now) and of course, Rachel inside her room, most probably reading some books related to her state. My head seriously pained and so did all of my body. I swear I wanted to kill Ethan and Nathan but you know they hadn't shown their faces to me. Like seriously? They shut me in the cold storage? Brady had just turned on the TV and we were watching the Thundermans. He sat beside me and I leaned into his side.

"So, how're you feeling?" I asked him as he wrapped an arm around me making me feel warm.

"Ain't I supposed to be the one asking that?" he sniffed into my hair softly. I really liked the sound of him drawing air into his nostrils like that.

"I am so sure my hair is wrecked for two weeks atleast." I murmured.

"You know, when you're around it feels I am complete." He said.

"Well, anyway, do answer me: since which century haven't you cut your hair? And since what years, haven't you shaved?" I asked him ironically. I know it doesn't make sense about me asking him to shave because I do like a bit of facial hair but I really don't like long hair.

"I don't know. It was about the 18th century and year was 1927." He said.

"Yeah, right. Why not?" I mumbled.

"You want it cleared by tomorrow, don't you? Order me aloud then." He said and I laughed. He really does understand me.

"Did you miss me or missed me like crazy?" I know that's a stupid question but c'mon, I can ask that.

"Hmm…let's see. You know when you went away, I had you around me what I thought was your ghost but was just my mind controlling me. I celebrated your birthday with you in the storehouse of our new bakery…"

"Hold on. What month is it?" I asked all of a sudden.

"Seriously? Did amnesia make you that bad at calculations?" he asked me. I saw the calendar hanging behind the door. Not that it really did but I didn't want to put a strain on my brain.

"Oh god! It's September already. I missed Paul's birthday, Rachel's birthday…. Forget it. Almost everyone here, at the Rez is in between the months of April to July. And most of all, I missed my own b'day. Great, just great. Thank you so much Theo." I mumbled.

"You are really suffering the head blow badly." Brady mocked.

"Juice me!" that actually meant excuse me but you know it's just a part of my stupidity slang.

"No offense." He raised his hands.

"Let it go." I said softly, as my head suffered a blow.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked.

"Yep." I lied.

"Yeah, I know that." He said sarcastically.

NEXT DAY…

I was reading about the whole pregnancy diet thing last night and decided to check on the food supply at my house. Paul has advised me not to talk to mom yet because she's in real depression and I'd better meet her face to face and she is coming tomorrow morning. I just went on opening the cupboards and you'd be surprised to know that there was no sign of any healthy food product that would be beneficial for my nephew.

That's right.

Z-I-L-C-H

The fridge was in the same condition. Why don't I shoot my careless brother?

"What happened, Cassie?" Seth came in and grabbed a packet of Doritos.

"No one had a check on her diet, did anyone?" I said to myself.

"Whoa, Cassie, it's nothing to be so mad about." Seth advised.

"That could affect the baby." I shouted.

"You shouldn't be walking about so much and too sure is that Brady's gonna be killing me." He said with Doritos in his mouth.

"Then help me. Take out everything from the cupboards." I said.

"You're not going to throw it, are ya?"

"Not that but I am going to mend things up." I stated.