"Sky you have an appointment tomorrow at two o'clock." Darry tells her while standing up.

"With who? It better not be that stupid therapist again because if it is then I am not going and you can't make me." she says sternly and crosses her arms firmly over her chest.

"No it's not that therapist, it's a different type of therapist." he tells her.

"What type of therapist is it?" she asks him confused and I too give him a confused look because he never talked about Sky seeing another therapist with me.

"You're going to see a therapist that specializes in eating disorders." he tells her.

Sky's POV

"Darry I don't have an eating problem. Why the hell do I have to go to that type of therapist?" I ask him really upset about this right now.

"Sky watch the language and you do have an eating problem. I mean we have to force you to even eat one meal, so you're going to see this therapist and that's final." Darry tells me sternly.

"No I'm not and you can't make me." I hiss and cross my arms firmly in front of my chest.

"Sky, I'm not negotiating with you on this. I don't care if you don't want to go, you're going. If I have to physically drag you out of this house and into the therapist's office downtown then I will." he tells me in a finality tone of voice.

"I don't have an eating problem though." I pout and turn my gaze to the floor.

"Peanut, I'm only trying to do what's best for you. I know that you don't think you have an eating problem, but you do. I mean Peanut you are nothing but skin and bones. I almost lost you to some idiot socs, I am not going to take the chance of almost losing you again because of your problems with eating. So you're going to go see that therapist tomorrow and she is going to talk to you about this and hopefully set you up with a daily eating plan and a weight goal because I know for a fact that you don't weigh what you're supposed to for a fifteen year old girl of your height." he tells me calmer while tilting my chin up so that I have to look at him.

"There are girls at school though that are as skinny as I am and they don't have an eating problem. So why do I have one if they don't?" I ask him.

"Sky, there are no girls at school that are as skinny as you are. Yes, I will admit that they are skinny but no where near as skinny you are." Pony tells me.

"I don't want to go though. I don't want to go and talk to some stupid therapist who is going to ask me why I stopped eating in the first place because I'm not going to tell her why." I say still pouting.

"You have to talk to her baby girl, if you don't then you are never going to get better." Soda tells me.

"I'm not going to though, I mean look at how long it took me to tell you guys about what was happening to me last year." I say.

"I know that you don't want to but can you at least try to talk to her, for me." he basically begs me.

"I'll try." I sigh.

"Thank you." he says and wraps me in his tight embrace.

"On one condition though." I say pulling back from him.

"What's that?" he asks me.

"Can all of you be in the room with me?" I ask them, well more like beg.

"Of course we will peanut, if that's what you want then that's what we'll do." Darry says wrapping his arm around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head before heading out into the kitchen.

"Darry?" I ask.

"Yeah, peanut?" he asks turning back around to face me.

"What if I don't know why I stopped eating? How am I supposed to answer her questions if I don't really know the answers to them myself?" I ask him while fiddling with my hands nervously.

"Peanut, it's okay if you don't know the answers to the questions she's going to ask you. I have a feeling though that you know why you stopped eating but you've just pushed everything that happened to you last year to the very back of your mind and you don't want to remember it." he tells me while grabbing my hands so that I'll stop fiddling with them.

"Maybe you're right." I sigh looking up at him.

"Maybe? I'm always right." he says with a smirk.

"If you say so." I say while shaking my head back and forth at him.

"Do you have anymore questions or can I go make dinner now?" he asks me.

"No, you can go make dinner. I'm not g-"

"You're going to eat it Sky and that's final." he says in a fatherly tone of voice.

"Fine." I pout while crossing my arms over my chest and stomping over to the couch and plopping myself down on it next to Soda.

"Guys, come eat!" Darry hollers from the kitchen probably half an hour later.

"Coming!" I shout back, answering for Pony, Soda, and myself.


After dinner we all decided to spend the rest of the night relaxing in the living room and watching Mickey. Our relaxing night though is interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I ask lifting my head up off of Soda's lap.

"I don't know. It's not the gang because they never knock, they just barge in." Darry says getting up from his recliner and going to answer the door.

"Hello?" he asks opening the door but get's no response.

"Nobody's there. Wait, what's this?" he says bending down to pick something up before shutting the door again.

"What is it?" Soda asks curiously.

"I don't know, but it's for you Sky." he says handing me an envelope.

I look at him confused but take it from his hands anyways. I open it and pull out a little white notecard.

'I'm watching you.' Is all the note says. Out of habit I turn around and open the shades to look out the window, looking around the front yard to see if I can see anybody out there.

"What's wrong baby girl?" Soda asks me while rubbing his hand up and down my back. I jump at the physical contact since I'm a little on edge right now after getting this note. I don't answer him and instead just hand him the note.

"Does this mean that he's back? Are they back? Is it going to happen to me all over again? Oh no, their back and their going to come after me again. I'm never going to be safe, their always going to be there. What if they never really left? What if they've just been here the whole time watching me and waiting for the right time to strike?" I ramble as my breathing starts to rapidly pick up.

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Just breathe baby girl." Soda tells me calmly while dropping the note to the floor and wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, pulling me onto his lap and holding me to him. It doesn't seem to help though because I swear that my breathing picks up even more.

"Deep breaths baby girl, slow deep breaths. Come on, you can do this I've seen you do it hundreds of times now." he says softly while breathing how I'm supposed to. I close my eyes and use all my strength to focus on his breathing and nothing else. After a few tries I am finally able to match my breathing to his.

"Good job baby girl, I knew you could do it." he praises me while running his fingers through my hair soothingly and kissing the top of my head.

"Now peanut, the note doesn't mean anything. Those three socs are never going to come near you ever again. Their gone and they are never going to come back. This is just someone playing a cruel trick on you. Just ignore it because it doesn't mean anything. You're safe, I promise." Darry tells me softly but sternly.

"But-" I start but he cuts me off.

"But nothing. See there's not even a note anymore." he says picking up the note and ripping it into a bunch of tiny pieces before throwing it away.

"Okay. I'm sorry for freaking out." I sigh leaning back and snuggling into Soda's chest some more.

"Baby girl, you have nothing to apologize for. Anyone that went through what you did would have the same reaction if they got a note like that." Soda tells me softly and kisses the top of my head again.

"Can we go to bed now? I'm tired." I ask.

"Yeah, sure peanut." Darry says getting up from his recliner and stretching out his muscles. I get up off of Soda's lap and walk down the hall to the bathroom to get ready for bed. After I'm done I head into the bedroom and crawl into bed under the covers. Shortly after Pony and Soda come in with Darry following, Darry says goodnight to us and then heads to his room while shutting the door behind him. Pony and Soda climb in bed on either side of me and Soda drapes his arm over me, blanketing me in his safe and strong embrace. I close my eyes even though I don't want to because I know that I'm going to see those three faces in my dreams tonight, because I know that that note wasn't just someone trying to play a cruel trick on me.

Are they really back? Is Sky really never going to be safe from them? Or is it someone that she doesn't know, but wants to hurt her? Someone who wants to take everything from her in every way possible. I don't know, you'll have to keep reading to find out. Please review!