A short update, which probably isn't that good, but ah well ;)

Thanks to all the awesome reviewers who deem this story better than I deem it and my awesome inboxers and people who recommend me their AWESOME fanfictions (and then leave me hanging when they don't UPDATE! ;) You know who you are, cough. Ariel Mermaid, cough, MissMarauder.

Oh well...I'll just have to wait for them to update their awesome fanfictions which I will totally not name, (cough, The Cycle Starts Again, cough, SPEAK!)- seriously, check them out...they're SO GOOD!

Also, thanks to the people who recommend songs for this fiction, because it makes me feel really tingly inside when you do! I do that kind of thing to books that I have read and loved, so I think it's a real honour. Thankyou on my part.

So...a few more chapters and it's the end. Finis. Or is it...?

I'm thinking of doing a story about Alex and Brittany's (made up) daughter, Isa. The one who kissed Dylan...remember? No? Yes? Any heads up on whether I should do it or is one ff enough? Also, If so the burning question WHAT SHOULD I CALL IT? XD

Thankyou to all you awesome people who review (even the one's who critisise. I take it with a good heart...promise!)

Disclaimer: Don't own PC, ROA or CR

Dylan

I'm hoisted up so abruptly, my head starts spinning.

I feel sick; I'm gonna throw up. Shit.

I crouch back on the floor and hurl, emptying disgusting bile onto the gravel. One eye is swollen shut, but I can see through the other one. Horth has clasped Ada to him, smiling coldly, as his hand creeps down her jeans, ignoring her kicks and punches.

Fury rages through me, and he vision through my good eye tunnels red, as I propel myself upwards, ignoring the slashes of pain that shoot through my body and limp towards Horth, as fast as I can.

"Get off her!" I snarl, my voice scratchy.

Horth smiles wider, his face impassive and cold. There's a bulge in his pants as he runs his fingers under Ada's jeans. I feel sick again, but this time, it's combined with my fury.

I'm gonna kill him.

Ada's crying, tears brimming down her cheeks. I can see the gag biting into her skin.

I'm going to kill him.

Horth turns to me, his eyes so cold, I can feel them seep through me. "I'm gonna kill you, Horth." I say, croakily.

Horth snaps his free fingers, and summons one of his muscle guards to kick me back down. I feel it, of course I do, but I don't care. I get back up again, my vision focused on Horth and Ada.

"Get off her." I say again, my voice barely recognizable. "Get off. Get your hand off..."

The guy kicks me again. This time I fall to the floor.

"Let me tell you a little something about life, Dylan." Horth says, his smile progressing into a Cheshire grin that makes me want to kick him, hurt him, rake his body with nails, over and over again, until he screams for mercy. "Its. A. Bitch."

Someone kicks me in the ribs again, and I double over. I hear Ada scream, but I can't do anything about it, because my vision turns black, spots appearing in my line of sight.

Someone else screams. My name.

I recognize the voice, but when I open my eyes, all I can see it rough gravel against my nose. I can feel myself choke on something, and when I spit it out, it's red...the metallic tang telling me that it's blood.

Tears funnel my vision, my eyes brimming over. Taking in a shuddering gasp, I spit again, and again, trying not to let the blood choke me. Sweat falls into my eyes and stings them.

Then a masculine growl. I look up through squinted eyes to see Horth staring at something beyond, his hand is out of Ada's pants, and he's smiling.

"Hello." He says. "Nice to see you, Fuentes. And your daughters. My, how they've...grown."

Mr. F. And Celia. She's here.

I try to turn, crane my body around, but before I can do that, cool hands are cupping my face. They feel so good.

Water falls down my cheek, and I wince as it runs down my cuts. Is it raining salty liquid.

"Dylan...what happened?" Celia whispers. My eyes close as I realise it's not raining; the water is from her tears.

I don't want her to see me like this, to cry over me like this.

"Celia..." I whisper.

"Don't say anything. You'll be fine, but you look seriously hurt. God, I can't believe this!" She mutters urgently. "How...how did this happen?"

I heave slightly, as she wraps her arms around me and pulls me close. Her body feels soft and warm. I inhale her clean scent, just a hint of jasmine and something else that rings as Celia and Celia only. My Celia.

I love her. And I'm gonna die.

I never got the chance to tell her.

I hear a scream and then a gunshot. My eyes clasp shut.

Celia jolts, slightly. "Ada!" She whispers in a pained gasp.

I force my eyes to open and look up at Celia, who's looking ahead, her eyes wide with terror and alarm. She should let me go...run away.

I open my mouth to tell her that, but suddenly she gasps, and the sound is filled with so much horror, that I crane my head towards the house and look for myself.

Fire. The house is on fire. My house. Our house.

I hear Mr. F yell something, and then a car stopping. The door opening, and then feminine screams.

Still, Celia doesn't let me go. She stays with me.

New tears fall onto my face, as Celia clasps me tight. I open my mouth to say, "Go. Run. Call the police."

Celia looks down at me. "They're coming. Dad has Horth. Everything's gonna be fine, Dylan." But her voice is strained, and sad.

"You're house."

"Fire ambulance is coming. We can get a new house. But no new you or Ada." He gives me a teary wink. "I love you. So much. You know that?"

I do.

She leans in and kisses me, and I have a feeling she's trying to drown out the sounds and heat of the crackling flames that's burning her home down, her life and possessions.

All because of me.