Kristen sat on her bed and looked out her window into the city beneath her. She sighed and hugged her pillow tightly. Kristen had never felt this feeling before, love. Everything seemed to be totally perfect right now. She had no money problems, a make out buddy, and she finally told Alicia her secret, and even showed Alicia her home, which she had kept hidden so many times. Sun poured into the room, and she inhaled the aroma of breakfast that made her way up to her room. Yep, everything was perfect.

Meanwhile…

Elle had stood on Massie's front steps for about ten minutes now. She kept calling Massie's cell phone, but it kept saying her number had been deleted, weird. She rung the doorbell one more time before calling her father to pick her up. That's when the front door opened, and a handsome couple ran out carrying Massie in their arms.

"Oh my god! What happened?" Elle screamed as she saw blood on their hands and clothing.

"She banged her head on the cabinet very hard, she's lost consciousness. Can you call the emergency room to say that we're on our way there?" Mrs. Block cried as she looked sadly at her daughter laying in the back seat of the car.

"Yeah, okay. Can I come?"

"Do whatever you want, we need to make sure she's okay though," Mr. Block said, as he turned the ignition in his car.

Elle shuddered at the thought of Massie dying, or even being dead. She was just getting to know her too. She took a big gulp and took a seat in the car.

Meanwhile…

Dylan stared at the ceiling of her bedroom. She had been doing that for the last two weeks, and she'd keep doing it until her mother came to her bedside.

"Dylan, please get up and eat food, you've grown so skinny," Hannah stated as she felt Dylan's forehead. It was normal temperature. There was a knock on the front door, and Hannah rushed to see who the visitor was. Dylan, your godfather is here, come down and greet him. Dylan sat up in her bed. Her godfather? She hadn't seen him since her grandfather died, and he basically left the family.

"Why are you here, Jim?" Dylan asked, while he took a seat in a velvet love seat Dylan's mother had gotten imported from Europe.

"I have some bad news," he muttered under his breath, "your mother is dead."

Dylan sucked in her breath for air, but she couldn't breath. Tears poured out of her eyes, and she sobbed into her damp comforter.

"Why the fuck are you here?!" She screamed in between breaths.

"Technically, since I'm your godfather, I'm now your legal guardian," he said as he walked up to her bed. "Whatever you need, I'll give it to you, I'll even move in this house so you can stay with your family and friends." He looked down at her sympathetically.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way," he shook his head, "I'll be back in a week with my stuff. It wont be that bad, you'll see…"

"Get out," Dylan shrieked, "get the hell out of here, I want my fucking lawyer here NOW."

Hannah rushed to her side and pushed her down, as Dylan struggled to pounce on her godfather. Jim silently left the room, and closed the door behind him.

"You don't understand," Dylan cried, "he stole money from my mother, and abandoned the family. Why the hell should he be my guardian?" Dylan sobbed for what seemed like days. Her whole world was falling apart in minutes. That's when she saw Jake at the door.

Hey guys, wow, it's been a while. I've been trying and trying to figure out where I want this story to go, and I think i'm on the right path. I'm so sorry about the long pause and the whole complaining about my life thing i did, i'm so over that. now i'm in love, and ready to put my life experiences in the lives of these characters. life is quite busy, but i'm getting some good chapters in here this month, i promise. i'll update after 10 reviews. thanks girls

pce out,

gina