Hello fellow fanfiction writers and readers, here is another chapter of my story that I hope yall will enjoy. As usual I own nothing except new characters and ideas, I make no money from writing, and all rights go to the rightful owners. To see outfits and character pictures head on over to Polyvore Noellamonster. Thanks for reading and please review!

School was having to be pushed off for a little, I was working and so was Layla. I hated that we had school pushed back for four months but it was just until we felt we are in the right place, physically and mentally. Layla was doing better each day; the lingering sadness was still there but getting manageable with Will and me. I had my good day's and my bad, Hannah and Jackie here nearly every day, not wanting to leave me alone for any time thinking I might run off, Warren was also here as much as he could. He came up short on his hunting weekend, but if Jax didn't want to be found, he wouldn't be found. Our Jax was still on him, he worked with me and had more man power to add to his scouting.

Layla was helping at the hospital, I helped when I had the time but I was the one paying bills and taking care of the house. Jives said with my father in a coma, he wasn't able to sign the forms to give us the money to cover everything. If he was to die, we get everything, he had an air tight will. So, we paid for our schooling with the money from mothers will, and had enough to make sure things never got too hard on us, so we both worked to ensure it stayed that way. Life had to go on, for her, she wouldn't want us to stop living, this was my new motto something I had to tell myself every day.

I was driving to the store and to any shopping Layla and I needed on my day off, my hair was a ragged mess, my skin pale. We are going tomorrow to take some of mothers' ashes, so they can start their journey, they will be spread out in the Ocean like she wanted.

There was minimal traffic as I pulled into the Piggily Wiggly, I felt like Layla's mother now, being her sister was put on hold she was not ready to be an adult. I would drag Will out at night, she was not fucking in my house. The cart was freezing as I took it from the bin, paying the fifty cents to rent it, a small token I would return the cart. But I was still leaving it by the Jeep, I was tired the black bags under my eyes alerted any who saw me. I walked without real thought just tossing healthy things in, Layla was still Layla. I got myself a few meats, the sleeves my lace up cropped hoodie so long they covered my hands as I pushed, the old-school Vans I wore made a rather annoying noise as I walked.

A gentle voice pulled me from my thought's "Your mother would be angry, you have to get out of this funk," I spun ready to hurt the inconsiderate ass who said that. But there was none around me, my eyes traveled to the floor where a tiny mouse was, a small chunk of cheese in her hands, my eyes narrowed.

"I doubt she would be pissed, that within three weeks I have not fully dealt with her death. Now scram or I will stomp on you," I seethed out as she tittered.

"Shame, the other ginger is much nicer," her tiny pip squeak voice was about to be dead flat.

"Go have a chat with Layla then. I have grown up things to do, she gets to have the life our mother wanted her to have," I made a move to stomp the life out of her, I wouldn't have but she still scampered off as I continued my shopping. Damn, Mice making my life hell.

I paid muttering under my breath, I hated seeing the pity in everyone's eyes as they saw either Layla, or I in town. Paramore blared as I peeled out, being reckless and angry now as I drove through town. I had to pick up her uniforms from the cleaners, she somehow lost the last set on her way home "Lyric Williams," handing her the tag, as she smiled she knew my mother who worked on her little yapper dog, Chuckles.

I wait when my cell goes off, looking down Warren's picture was flashing as I answered "Hey,"

"Who pissed you off?" my voice was his telltale sign that I was frustrated or angry, he was getting better at this.

"A mouse, a mouse pissed me off. I am picking up Layla's dry cleaning before I go put the shopping away," my voice dead little things making me see red.

"Stomp on it, little fuckers. I will be over right after my shift, bad news I have to work tomorrow, I wasn't able to get the time off. They gave it to Mari," I fumed, I have asked nothing of Warren since he read in my place at the public wake. Now he tells me he can't be with me as we spread her ashes, as everything came in a tidal wave of red.

"Kidding me, if you aren't don't bother yourself coming to my place later either. I never ask anything of you, I needed you tomorrow and you bail, fuck this and fuck you," all he heard after was the dial tone saying this bitch hung up on you, my emotions scattered and volatile This was not how I should act, I never act like this but things have changed.

And now so have I...