// AN: Sorry for the long wait on this. I just got finished with my exams and final projects for this semester so I'd been a little busy and stressed out. This isn't that long, but I hope it's worth the wait. Only four more chapters to go. :) //

Chapter 35-Confession

It was the next day, light from the sun made its way through the cracks of the old blinds in her room. Reilly yawned lightly, stretching her body so she could relax again. She turned to see if Sodapop was still beside her, as she had woke up during the night and he had been sound asleep with her. Reilly sat up using one elbow and noticed a note stuck to the opposite pillow where Soda had been. A note. Reilly plucked it off of the pillow and read it. 'He went to work' Reilly thought after rereading it. She sighed lightly putting it on the nightstand beside her bed. It was around 10 am, everybody was probably gone by now. All the Curtis brothers anyway, so there wasn't likely to be anybody else here.

Reilly slid out of bed slowly and stammered over to the door, clutching it as it was slightly open already. Reilly peered out and spotted nobody, and heard nobody either. If someone was there she probably would have heard the sound of the TV or radio blaring or perhaps a wrestling match or poker game in session. Reilly wandered into the kitchen and spotted some breakfast left over from earlier. Two green pancakes. Soda obviously had made them then. Reilly shrugged taking the plate, a fork and the syrup and placed it on the table. Reilly got back up to grab a glass. She opened the fridge, exploring its contents, finally deciding on Orange Juice. Reilly wandered back to the table and sat down.

The food looked delicious, and smelt delicious. Although Reilly decided that she could probably eat just about anything right about now. She lifted her form up to her mouth eating a few pieces of the sliced up pancake at once. In a matter of five minutes or so Reilly was finished with breakfast. She sat there staring down at the plate and the fork. The night that had just passed seemed to be one of the longest she had experienced. It was horrible. Every feeling from the past few years came rushing back in moments, totally consuming her mental state.

Reilly looked up once hearing the screen door slowly open and close with a creaking sound. She looked over her shoulder and spotted Chris. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Reilly asked. She turned around in her chair and watched her brother.

Christian looked up, "I have the next week or so off." Chris said. He shut the door behind him and started in. He made his way into the kitchen, Reilly watching him closely, and sat down in a wooden chair beside her. "How are you feeling?"

"Glory, pretty lousy," Reilly said leaning back in the wooden chair. She sighed and looked at the ceiling. Her eyes wandering from there to the rest of the room, finally to meet her brothers, "He's still out there you know…?"

Chris nodded, "Yeah I know." He looked at the table and played with a piece of paper that was near him. "I wish I could have gotten to him before he got to you." Chris sighed. Reilly looked up at Chris' obvious confession. "Yeah…I'm sorry about the last few months. How I've been acting and everything."

"It's okay Chris. I believed you had good reason for everything you've done…just…why?" Reilly asked leaning in.

Christian was quiet for a long period of time. It was hard going back and talking about all of this stuff. He hurt so many people while trying to help one. And in the end he didn't even help the one person he had set out to try to help. "I started selling drugs a while back because Skylar and Conner had heard that that soc had a friend or two that wanted drugs. I was hoping to sell them to him so I could get an idea of what this guy looked like. So I could take care of him once and for all." Chris was pushing a playing card with his finger around the wooden table. "Skylar convinced me to stop, and that's why we had all started performing again more often. We were hoping to recognize the group that came into the party that night. Then as you know about a week later that soc started in on us at the Dingo and shot at Dallas."

"Was he one of the other two?" Reilly asked quietly. Christian shook his head.

"No. He wasn't. " Chris said, "They were the three that stayed down stairs during the party. He wasn't with them that day. But they were at the rumble. How else do you think he got a broken nose and that black eye?"

Reilly paused, "I see." Reilly looked around the living room and the rest of the house trying to not focus on what hat happened that night two years ago and what had happened last night as well.

"I'm sorry he attacked you again, and I wish Dallas hadn't have gotten shot either…you two are safe thank god, but glory we need to find this guy or somethin'…" Chris put his hands on his head for a minute.

"So…why did you take a week off of work anyway? I don't need to be taken care of you know." Reilly said frowning.

"Oh…about that. See…Skylar and Conner nearly searched every inch of town for me. Apparently someone who saw our show gave up a whole deal of money to get us a shot at a contract." Chris waited and stared at his sister for a reaction.

Reilly looked up and focused on him, she smiled a bit, "Really?!"

Christian smiled as well. "Yup!"

"So what are the details? What do we have to do?" Reilly asked sitting up straight. Excitement filling her body.

"That's the thing. We'd have to travel to L.A for a while," Christian's smile faded, "We'd have to leave Tulsa for who knows how long."