AN: Back again my lovely readers!1 Missed me? Missed Cassie? Brady? Anyone? We're all back!

REVEALING OR NOT

(CASSIE'S POV)

When the next morning, I woke up, I found Brady sleeping by my side. Not even side, totally over me actually. He looked so innocent that reminded me…of wait…was last night a dream? I saw my pajamas; I didn't remember what color I had worn last night. I was dizzy then, I guess. I untangled myself from Brady who turned his side and still slept and got up to brush my teeth. It was 8 o'clock in the morning. My head still whirled and to check if it last night, my nightmare, was true or not, I went to check my laundry basket. But it was already taken. I walked downstairs and heard a baby cry….

OH MY GOD!

The whole Shane thing was true!

I saw Amy in the kitchen and Embry helping her with the breakfast and Paul and Rachel in the living room with Max. Horror again crept up on me.

"Good morning, Cassie!" I heard Paul say.

"Morning, Paul." I replied. I went over to Rachel to play with Max so that I could shove it off my brain but my head hurt every second I tried to. I ran back to my room not understanding what was wrong. Brady was up by now and yawning.

"Good morning, sweetheart." He greeted.

"Morning." I answered and searched for at least an aspirin.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked me, perplexed.

"'What's wrong with me?'? Nothing's wrong with me." I lied. He grabbed my wrist playfully but I shook him off. "I'm in no mood for fun now, Brady. Seriously."

"Did I do something?" he asked me. I looked at him, his face as cute as Marley's.

"No. you didn't." I answered coldly. It hurt to talk to him. It made me feel like I had cheated on him.

"Yeah, right. I'm sorry I couldn't turn up fast last night. You know, Mark messes up with…." Half of what I didn't even hear because I was too lost thinking how hurt he would be to know what happened. "You're not even listening."

"No, I was listening." Bingo! Liar!

"Cassie, seriously, what's wrong? I said sorry to you. And…c'mon, okay, tell me how to make it up to you." He asked me. He stood against me, holding me and it hurt (not physically, mentally, I mean)…it just did!

"No…it's not you…"

"Don't give that 'it's not you, it's me' line. Tell me what it is?" he asked me.

"I need a shower, now." I said and skipped off him. "And I need to stay alone for a while, please?"

"Dude, you know, I can't handle your PMT at times." He replied and laughed alone.

"It wasn't funny." I answered. He went outside and I shut the door behind him. Oh god, what do I do now? I love Brady, I really do, more than anything in this universe. I could even die for him but…I feel like…a thousand feelings. I don't know what he might react and I don't know what people might react. I don't know what if the police caught Amy for the murder of Mr. Shane Newman. What would I explain everyone?

"Hey, guys, that guy kissed me, so my half-sister killed him." Seriously. How lame does that sound? I feel like killing myself. I don't know why, I just want to finish it. It will be far better than anything. And what would Brady do? He'll feel so cheated!

Later next evening, I decided to visit my father's so called 'grave'. It was just a tombstone and nothing else except for his ashes that had now been mixed. It was All Saints day, so maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to talk to him while he was a bit calm to talk to. There was no one with me and it was okay considering I wanted to stay alone. I sat down beside his stone and near where his ashes were supposed to be.

"Hey dad…" I said.

Silence.

"I know, I know. No one addressed you as that lately and I've been super bad to you but…it's okay to talk once in a while, isn't it?"

More silence.

"Okay, whatever. You know, you were right. You and I were just like each other only if you loved us more than your dream of ruling. I wish sometimes, that we could be like a normal family, and you know, you could cut me curfews, check my skirts and stuff. Like normal dads, and when I would be in a problem like this, you would come to my rescue." I paused. "I know…you've been bad to me too and I forgive you for that. Anyway, I just want to sit here for a while, if you don't mind…." I laughed. "Funny, you don't even have a mind now...sorry, bad joke."

God, what am I? A psycho? Then, all of a sudden, I saw something walking in the woods. It was a shiny shadow and I went after it. It stopped near something and I went to take a look. I was kind of scared at first but then…

My fright turned thousand levels up when I saw Shane at a distance of 20 meters smirking at me. I ran as far as I could and as far as my legs could carry me and I finally reached home. I had tears in my eyes. Was he really there? Was he a ghost or was I hallucinating? I was going to play with Max for a while and Rachel was most probably sleeping. I was playing with Max when all of a sudden, I heard Paul call me.

"Cassie?" he had startled me.

"Yeah?" I asked him. He sat beside me.

"I know what you feel." Rachel, who was in the bed told me. Shit, did Amy tell her?

"Huh?" I asked, perplexed. Paul came in a second later.

"Honey, it's nothing like what you are feeling." He said.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"We're not neglecting you…it's just that, Max is a newborn baby and…" Rachel said.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. WHAT?!" I stopped him.

"You felt ne…" he was in half words.

"WHAT? NO!" I shrieked. "Paul, Rachel, seriously! I'm not a five year old baby, okay? I understand. And. I. Am. NOT. Feeling. Neglected!" I shouted. "Seriously, you guys!" I shook my head. "And I understand that Max is a newborn baby, not me! You guys take care of him! I'm okay!" I turned to the door.

"I can get that. I've been a teenage girl." Rachel whispered to Paul.

"I CAN HEAR THAT!" I shouted and shut the door behind me. I mean, seriously, would I be jealous of my 1 day old nephew?

I dialed Amy who might be studying right now.

"Hey, sis. What's up?" she asked me.

"Long story short 1) I think I possibly saw Shane.

2) Paul and Rachel think I'm jealous of Max and I feel they're neglecting me."

"You feel like or do they think?"

"They feel it." I replied.

"And wait, where did you see Shane?" she asked me.

"Near dad's grave, in the woods." I answered.

"Why would you go there?" she asked me.

"I kinda wanted to stay alone. Nothing much."

"You're hallucinating. Stop thinking that much and I'll take you to a therapist tomorrow." She replied.

"No, I don't think I'm hallucinating, Amy. It was him. I think he hasn't died."

"Look, after falling off a three storey building, you know someone is sure to break arms and legs? Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"And was he on a wheelchair?"

"No."

"Then?"

"I feel something unnatural about this, I mean, it's…..supernatural. I think he is something. I don't know what but he is. Might be, he is…I don't know, a ghost." I paused. "That day when he touched me, I went numb and even you know that, right? He was controlling my brain."

"Calm down for now, okay?" she said. "I'm coming over. What's with Brady anyway? Didn't see him since the morning."

"He's gone to his Nana's since when his mom called him and I took the call and asked me if he had any plans; I said no, he's free."

"You're such a shitter, you know that?"

"Look, I don't know okay? I love him, way too much but…it feels still like a …slut, no, a whore! I mean how could I even let Shane touch me? How could he even kiss me? I know he was strong and I couldn't fight him back. My arm still hurts and I want to suicide, that's it." I said.

"When are your mom and dad coming?" she said all of a sudden.

"Wow, here I am, telling you my feelings, Amy, and you're acting as if you don't even care!" I shouted.

"CASSIE!" I heard my mom's voice from downstairs.

"So…WHAT?! AMY!" I shrieked and went downstairs after I had hung up. I didn't know what happened to me, why I all of a sudden, turned a lot like my mom, I hugged her, and cried. More than I ever had in front of her.

"Hey, Cassie. Sweetie, I know. It's okay." She replied. DOES SHE KNOW?! Oh my god!

"Huh?" I said, wearily.

"You missed me as much as I missed you." She answered me, in a fake strong voice.

"You bet." I said. Mom told me that dad couldn't come because of his work and stuff and well, to be true, I knew that even if this whole thing erupts, I want dad to be the last person to know about it. He would get his Blood pressure high because of nothing.

Next day, we were handing out at the Uley's as usual. I was toying with my cell phone idly when Mark came in, happily.

"Guys, good news and a bad news, which one do you wanna hear first?" he said, excited. We all rounded up.

"Wait, lemme guess, Mark, dude, you're pregnant and the bad news is, it's not Veronica's." Quil said. I laughed.

"Ha ha, not funny. Okay, so your choice, Hayley!" he said.

"Good one, first, I guess." She answered. I stood up.

"Ronnie and I are best friends. She said that to me. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!?" he shouted. I hugged him to congratulate him.

"Something to celebrate." I answered and went to the kitchen to get the last few snickers that were left from the Halloween. When I returned back, I heard him.

"That Shane Newman, the guy mad after Cassie…he's possibly a newborn or something. Dave, Ken and I chased after him for almost two hours. He's really fast and has a possible gift of controlling minds." He ended and that was when, my knees felt as if they had no power to handle me, and so did the other parts of my body, including my brain, and I passed out on the ground.

When I woke up, I was on the couch in the living room at Sam's and everyone was gathered around me. Wayne beamed as he saw me and so did the others. Amy helped me up.

"Spit it, now. What's wrong? Why're you so scared?" I heard Seth say.

"What?" I asked. Boy was I feeling paranoid.

"Cassie, seriously, SPIT. IT. NOW!" Paul was shaking now. I saw Amy and then narrated the whole story, breaking in the end. That was it. I couldn't hold it and Louie pulled me into a tight hug.

"THAT BASTARD IS SO DEAD!" I heard Brady's warm voice and then, saw the contours of his body blurring and he ran away. Oh god! That was the last thing I wanted to happen. I ran after him, even though I was weak and couldn't even catch him but…I kind of felt empty and fell on my knees, crying.

"Cassie, c'mon, inside." I felt it was Jake who helped me up and took me inside.

"Please, get him back. Please?" I begged, crying. I wanted Brady to stay with me at a time like this and after how Shane had made me numb, I think I had a hint of his dangerous gifts. Mark and three others went out after Brady but my brain was too frazzled to understand anything. Someone took me back home and I went to mom and sat with her. I told her everything and like a good mom, she said nothing, understood me and hugged me. I saw Louie sitting up near the bed and maybe he had carried me back home. Later, mom gave the covers over me and I fell asleep with my head in her lap.

(BRADY'S POV)

That was that! I had never thought Shane would stoop so low. I knew that he was after her after what I had seen that day and I thought that the talk I had given him would get him to stay away from her, but If he was challenging me by doing anything like this to my imprint, he's only calling his death and I am going to kill him by myself. I am going to tear up each part, each organ in his body and burn them separately. I phased as soon as I reached the woods. I was going to search him from anywhere in this world, I swear. It took me a few minutes to reach the Forks boundary where I knew, I could pick up his scent from.

Bro, Cassie, needs you. Now! Mark

Let me first kill that bastard. Me.

He showed me the image of my weak imprint and how she was crying to get me back. "Please, get him back. Please?" she had said, and tears ran down her cheeks. They didn't stop for a long while and it hurt me. My chest pained with a sudden, sharp pain feeling how my imprint was now and I knew she needed me. I had gone too hard on her, and didn't stay with her when she needed me. I was too blown up with the fire of revenge that I had even blown my imprint in that. I first went back home, and thought of how to really make it up to her. I put on my hoodie and pulled up my jeans. I knew what I had to do now. I grabbed some chains and stuff and called up Jake asking him 'how to make a Quileute charm bracelet'. Let me tell you no one could've ever been as good a teacher as him in this thing. I had bought a small charm wolf that day when I strolling with her (when she bought that blue baby suit) and she had settled her eyes upon. I didn't tell her I had bought it and was thinking of a good time of giving it to her when it was time and no time could be better than this.

AN: Dun dun dun! Stopped on a cliffy...What will be next?

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