A/N: I am SO sorry for the delay! The reason why I'm a day late is very simple and idiotic: wine, and lots of it. Don't drink guys, I did and now I have a hangover from hell. Enjoy this chapter!

Chapter seventeen:

DONNA

"Is this the residence of Miss Jacqueline Burkhart?"

My heart stops for a second. I have a very bad feeling. A very, very bad feeling.

"Yes" I answer "Jackie's not home right now"

"Who am I speaking to?" The man on the other line said

"Donna, I'm her best friend and her roommate. Who is this?"

"My name is Harlan Parker, I'm the chaplain at the Kenosha State Penitentiary. I was asked to call and inform Miss Burkhart about the passing of her father" The man answered

I stiffened immediately. This can't be happening. Jackie is fucking happy for the first time in her life. This can't be happening.

"How?" Is all I manage to ask

"Mr. Burkhart was stabbed to death by his cellmate yesterday" Yesterday? Yesterday? Her father died yesterday and they only called today at 5pm? What the fuck is wrong with them?

I take a deep breath and I try to control my voice. And my tears. This is fucking insane.

"Who the hell gave a knife to a prisoner?" I ask, the anger evident in my voice

"We don't allow weapons in our facility for obvious reasons, miss. The inmate melted a toothbrush and sharpened it until it became a knife. Mr. Burkhart was stabbed 12 times" He says coldly and I went pale

How can he be so insensitive about someone's death? He's a chaplain! I can't even begin to describe how disturbing the whole situation is. A toothbrush turned into a knife? What the fuck?

I can't bring myself to say anything else, the shock is the only thing stopping me from sobbing right now.

"Miss Burkhart has until Wednesday to pick up the body and send it to a funeral home, if she doesn't show up he's going to be buried in the prison cemetery" The man says "I'm sorry for your loss"

And then he hangs up. He just hangs up. He didn't even bother asking when Jackie was going to be home so he could tell her himself. He just told the most devastating news of her life to me. And now I have to tell her.

Fuck, Jackie won't be able to handle this. I know her, I saw how she was when we first moved here, Hyde told me how she was when her dad went to prison, how she was when her mother abandoned her in a house with no food, electricity or water. I don't think she'll be able to hide behind a mask after this.

This will break her. Really break her.

It's not fair. Not fair at all. Jackie was going to visit her father this weekend with Hyde! She's happy, she has her dream job, she has good friends and she's more in love than ever.

Fuck. I can't lose her, she's my sister. How the hell am I supposed to help her with this? Her father was murdered, with a fucking toothbrush as a weapon, in prison. How's she going to be able to talk to the funeral home? To pick up her father's dead body? To bury him?

Hyde. I need to tell Hyde. He's the one who'll be able to help her the most. I swear to god that if he bails on her after this I will kill him.

I need to pick up the phone, I need to reach him, he needs to come here right now. Because I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I doubt that the prison will call again to update her. Am I supposed to call her work? Tell her to come home right now? Am I supposed to wait until she gets home? What the hell should I do?

I'm frozen. I feel like I can't move. All I can think about is Jackie and how devastated she will be.

I take a very deep breath. I need to compose myself, God knows that Hyde is not the calmest guy in the world and he'll probably freak out the moment I tell him.

I dial the familiar number and I hear Mrs. Forman's perky voice. I always smile when I hear her voice, but not today.

"Mrs. Forman" I say, trying really hard not to cry "I need to talk to Hyde, it's urgent"

"Did something happen to Jackie? Donna?" She asks frantically

"Jackie is fine, for now" I sigh "I've just gotten a call from the prison, her father was murdered"

A few tears leave my eyes again.

"Oh my God, that poor girl!" She cries "Steven is not home, he went out with his father"

Shit.

"And Eric?" I ask hopefully, if Hyde's not home at least Eric can calm me down for a while

"Eric went to watch the store for Steven while he's gone" I heard Mrs. Forman sniffing "They should be home any minute now, it's almost closing time"

"Can you please ask one of them to call me as soon as possible?" I plead

"Of course darling" She answered sweetly, but I can hear the sadness in her voice "Does Jackie know?" She asks

"She's at work, I want to talk to Hyde before talking to her"

"Good, you're doing the right thing. She's going to need Steven" She says, I hear some muffled sounds and I recognize Red's voice. Mrs. Forman must be telling him. After a couple minutes I hear her voice again "Honey, as soon as the boys arrive one of them will call you, stay close to the phone, okay?"

"Okay, thank you Mrs. Forman" I say sincerely

"You're welcome honey, please call to update us on Jackie after you tell her. I have this feeling that she's not going to take this very well" She says sadly

"For the first time in my life, I hope you're wrong Mrs. Forman"

"Me too honey, me too" She mutters "I'll hang up now, keep the line open, Steven or Eric can call at any minute now"

"Okay" I say, and I hang up

I bury my face in my hands and I allow myself to cry, to sob, even. I can create a whole monologue complaining about how unfair this is, but it's not going to help. Right now, I just need to talk to Hyde, he needs to come to Chicago as soon as possible.

Not even 10 whole minutes passed and I heard the phone again, I quickly picked up, hopefully it's Hyde.

"Donna" I hear Eric's voice and I feel myself relaxing for the first time since I've got that call, I'm still crying, and at this point, I don't think I can't stop "Donna, what's going on?" Eric asks in a serious tone "My parents just dragged Hyde to the living room saying that they need to talk to him and…" He pauses "Donna is Jackie hurt?" I can sense the concern in his voice and I just sob harder

"Eric, Jackie's father was murdered in prison yesterday, they called here not that long ago" I managed to say

I hear Eric gasping, then I hear him screaming "WHAT?!"

"They say his cellmate killed him with a toothbrush and the guy that called was super rude and Jackie doesn't even know yet and…"

Eric interrupts my rambling "Donna, Donna, calm down" He says and I take a deep breath "Now tell me exactly…" Eric suddenly stopped talking and I heard a very agitated voice talking to him. Hyde.

I can't hear exactly what they were talking about, but after a few seconds I hear Hyde's voice on the other end of the line "Donna" He says "Does she knows?" He asks calmly

"No, she's still at work" I answer

"I'm on my way" He says "Don't tell her until I get in your place, okay?"

"Okay, I think I can do that" I say, my voice trembling

"Donna" I hear Hyde again, his tone stern and soft at the same time "I know it's tough but get yourself together, if Jackie gets home from work before I arrive and you're crying, she'll figure something happened and we don't want that. Wait for me"

"Alright" I say, wiping the tears off my face

"See you soon" He says and hands the phone back to Eric

"Donna, tell me exactly what happened" Eric says and I can feel the tension leaving my body

And I tell him everything. How it happened, when it happened, how insensitive the guy on the phone was, how worried I am about Jackie. Then I remembered something. The body. There's no way Jackie's going to be able to call a funeral home and plan everything.

"Eric, go to my dad" I instruct him

"What? Why?" He asks

I sigh, as much as I hate that bitch and everything she's done to Jackie, she's still Jack's wife legally. She will be able to do what Jackie won't.

"Because I need someone to locate her mother" I say "Call every resort in Mexico, Brazil or whatever tropical country she's in, just find her"

"Okay, I'll go do that" He says, and I can almost see him nodding, then he changed to a more serious tone "Donna, I love you"

I smile for the first time since I've got that phone call "I love you too"

HYDE

"Breaking News: Former city councilman Jack Burkhart, arrested for bribery and embezzlement two years ago in Point Place, was murdered in Kenosha State Penitentiary by a fellow inmate…"

At the same time I heard Forman screaming from the kitchen.

"WHAT?!"

Oh fuck.

I knew something was going to happen sometime. I knew that Jack also knew it. Jackie said she had a bad feeling. Technically, it's not supposed to be a surprise.

But it is. I feel like someone just knocked the wind out of me. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

Jackie. Fuck. Jackie will be devastated.

Mr and Mrs. Forman are saying something but I can't bring myself to hear it. I ran to my room, I haven't unpacked yet, so I just grabbed the duffel bag and threw it across my shoulder. I head to the kitchen and I see Forman on the phone with Donna.

"Now tell me exactly…" I hear him saying, but he noticed I arrived

"Forman, I'm driving Jackie and probably Donna here tomorrow, after you finish with Donna you go straight to Bob and let him know" I instruct him and he nodded, handing me the phone.

"Donna" I say and I ask the one thing I need to know the most "Does she knows?"

"No, she's still at work" She answered

"I'm on my way" I say, and I lowered my tone, I need Donna to do as I say, because I know Jackie very well, and if she receives the news the wrong way she'll freak out "Don't tell her until I get in your place, okay?"

"Okay, I think I can do that" She says, her voice trembling. Fuck, she's probably crying

"Donna" I say, trying to sound serious and comprehensive at the same time "I know it's tough but get yourself together, if Jackie gets home from work before I arrive and you're crying, she'll figure something happened and we don't want that. Wait for me" I plead her

"Alright" She says

"See you soon" I handed the phone back to Forman and ran to my car, throwing my bag at the passenger seat.

I'm probably going to break the record for more speeding tickets in less than two hours, but I really don't give a shit about it. I need to get to Jackie.

Fucking traffic.

The trip that was supposed to take less than 2 hours took me 2 and a half hours, Jackie's probably home by now. I hope Donna did as I asked her because I know my chick and I know that she will not react well to what happened.

Just the thought of seeing her suffering is enough to cause me physical pain. I've never dealt with grief before but I know it's going to be tough.

Man, this is not fair. We were doing good, Jackie was happy, we just got back together, things were finally starting to be the way they're supposed to. And then the shit hits the fan.

Jackie once told me that if I want to make her feel better I should just hold her. And that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to hold her and I'll never let her go.

I clutch with the keys Jackie gave me and Forman a few weeks ago, my hands are fucking shaking man.

I open the door and I see Jackie watching TV with Donna by her side. She doesn't know yet, good. I take a few seconds to stare at her, this is probably the last time I'm going to see her this serene for a while.

I take a deep breath and I head inside the apartment, the second that Jackie saw me she beamed, and my heart broke a little.

"Steven!" She says, looking surprised but amused, I headed to the couch and sat down next to her.

She cupped my face and kissed me tenderly, running her thumbs against my cheeks, and I enjoy the feeling while I can.

As soon as Donna saw me, her face was red again, I can see that she's holding back tears. I'm surprised Jackie hasn't noticed it yet.

"What are you doing here, Pudding pop? I thought we agreed I was going to Point Place in the weekend" She says, confused

I take my sunglasses off and I take both of her hands in mine, rubbing my thumb against her smooth skin. I looked at Jackie and I sighed, this is going to be awful.

"Doll… I need to talk to you about something" I say

And as I look into her eyes I see realization, she knows it's bad news, she's smart and she can read me like a book.

"Did something happen to my father?" She asked, I can see her eyes dulling and fuck, there's nothing I can do to stop it and I feel fucking useless. She looks at me expectantly and I nod.

"Yes doll, your father..." Fuck, this is awful "Your father died" I tell her, and I can see her face going blank, the spark in her eyes is gone. It's like part of her just died right in front of me and there's nothing I can do to help.

I can almost hear my heart shattering along with hers.

She directed her gaze to the floor, and she looked completely lost in her own thoughts. I was expecting sobbing, a lot of tears, yelling, everything, but not this. This is freaking me out.

I look at Donna and she's looking at Jackie, crying her eyes out.

I cup Jackie's face, and look deeply into her mismatched eyes. I delicately rub my thumbs against her smooth cheeks and press my forehead against hers, trying to transfer all the strength I have to her.

"How did it happen?" She asked. Fuck, she sounds so small, so vulnerable, it's killing me.

I sigh, trying to figure out what the hell am I going to tell her. How do you tell the love of your life that her father was murdered in prison, stabbed 12 times with a fucking toothbrush?

"Steven…" I hear her pleading tone and I know I need to tell her everything.

It's part of our pact after all, always tell the truth, don't sugar coat it, no matter how much it hurts.

I take a deep breath. "He was stabbed 12 times by his cellmate, he…" I keep caressing her face, looking deeply into her eyes still "He melted a toothbrush and turned it into a knife"

Donna is full on sobbing right now, the sight of a truly broken Jackie being too much for her. If she can only see how I'm feeling… I would do anything to make this better for Jackie. Anything.

I'm a loss for words, I don't know what I'm supposed to say right now, because Jackie is just staring at the floor again. I pulled her into my chest, wrapping my arms tightly around her, waiting for sobs that probably won't come.

She's not crying and that's fucking terrifying.

"We were going to visit him this weekend" I hear her mumbling against my chest and I pull her even closer to me, pressing a light kiss on top of her head

'I know doll, I know…"

I keep holding her tight for what feels like hours, she's not saying anything and I feel like I want to cry. Because that's not my doll.

Donna turned the TV off after a while, and she just kept staring at Jackie, the worry evident in her face. I'm not letting Jackie go, I'm not. I'm holding her until she feels better, like I promised her I always would.

"Did she eat anything?" I ask Donna, who just wipes a few tears from her face and points at the coffee table, there's empty boxes of Chinese food in there, and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. She ate, one less thing to worry about, because if Jackie continues in the state she is, I'm not sure she'll be able to eat.

"Baby…" I call her, caressing her hair, but she doesn't answer me

"Jackie?" I call her again, and she's still a statue in my arms. I looked at Donna and she seemed just as lost as I do, I'm starting to get desperate

Donna approached us, kneeling in front of the couch. Jackie is still wrapped in my arms, my hands are still in her hair. Donna placed her hand in Jackie's shoulder, she didn't even acknowledge her presence, her head still buried in my chest.

"Jackie…" Donna pleaded, waiting for Jackie to react, I just close my eyes and lean my chin on top of her head, inhaling her intoxicating scent, waiting for Donna to finish "C'mon midget, talk to me"

Donna looked at me and said sadly "It's like she's not even here"

I sigh. Don't I know that. I keep kissing the top of her head desperately, trying to get a reaction from her, but nothing.

I pull her away just so I can look into her eyes again, they're as dull as ever, they're wet but the tears are not falling, she's in shock.

I kissed her forehead and got up the couch, carrying Jackie in my arms, bridal style. I looked at Donna "Call the Formans, update them, see if you can reach Pam"

She nodded and I took Jackie to her room. She's still on her work clothes. That can't be comfortable. I sat her on the bed and I removed her shoes and her blazer, then I carefully released her hair from the neat ponytail, running my hands into it. I cradled her face in my hands again, looking desperately at her.

"Dollface, please, talk to me" I beg her, but nothing, the ache in my chest growing at each second.

"If you're not going to talk, then I am, okay?" I say, kissing her temple, running one hand across her hair and cradling her face with the other hand "You need to get some sleep, because tomorrow you're going back to Point Place. It's going to be a long day but I won't leave your side doll, I promise"

"Mrs. Forman is probably on a baking spree right now" I say, trying to get any sort of reaction from her "Mr. Forman is probably yelling at someone, probably Forman or Bob, he does that whenever he's worried about something"

As I ran my hands from her hair to her face, I noticed that she still has makeup on. She hates sleeping with makeup, she says it's like poison for the skin, that it clogs the pores, and that causes pimples. Oh yeah, I always listened while she talked, even though I acted like I didn't.

"Doll, those weird wipes that remove your makeup, you keep it in the bathroom, right?" I ask, knowing I won't get the answer "I'll go get them, I don't want you complaining about pimples once you…" Get back to normal? She's never going back to normal, these kind of experiences change people "...Get better, once you get better" I finish the sentence

Her eyes are still lifeless and every time I look at them I feel like there's a knife in my chest.

"I'll go get them, then we'll go to bed and we'll deal with this whole situation in the morning, together, okay? Wait here" I kiss her forehead and leave the room, heading to the bathroom

I take a quick glance at the living room, Donna's on the phone with someone, still looking disturbed. I'll talk to her as soon as Jackie sleeps, if she sleeps. Everything is so fucked up, how can things change all of a sudden?

I open the cabinet in her bathroom and I quickly locate the wet wipes that remove her makeup.

When I got back into her room, she's still in the same position as before. Sitting down on bed and staring at the wall. I can't even describe how much it hurts seeing her like this.

I went to her dresser and I'm currently trying to find something for her to sleep in. I smile when I see my old Led Zeppelin shirt, she used to sleep in it all the time, especially when she was alone in her house after her mother abandoned her. She said it made her feel safe. I'm hoping that it'll make her feel safe today as well. I place the shirt and a pair of sweatpants on her bed. I'll ask Donna to help her change once I'm done with her makeup, I don't want Jackie to think that I'm trying to take advantage of her.

I kneel in front of her, so we can be face to face, and I decide I'm going to keep talking. She once said that my voice tends to calm her down, and I just want her to react to something, anything.

I take one of the wipes and I start to clean her face "You look beautiful without makeup, I always thought so" I say while I delicately rub the wipe against her cheek "I remember the first time I saw you without any makeup on, I thought you never looked more beautiful. Of course I didn't said anything, I was an ass back then" I move the wipe to her forehead "Then you started to freak out, saying that you looked awful and that I wasn't allowed to see you like that, I thought you were overreacting, obviously, but then you told me about Kelso's reaction from when he saw you without any makeup on and I wanted to travel all the way to California just to kick his ass"

"You always look beautiful, no matter what you're doing or what you're wearing. Fez is right when he says you are a goddess" I say, then I look at her face and she still has makeup in her eyes, I look at the wipe in my hand and I frown

"Is this shit safe for your eyes?" I ask, I know she's not answering me but still, I take the pack of wipes and I search for information about what's on this crap, then I see the tiny mark that says it's 'eye safe', so I start wiping the makeup off her eyes very carefully "I love your eyes, I love how different they are, how they can read my soul, how they spark"

I sigh, they are not sparking anymore "This whole situation sucks, but I meant it Jackie, I'm here for you, I'm not going anywhere. I love you" I press a quick kiss on her lips and lean my forehead against hers

"I'll go get Donna, she'll help you get changed okay? I'll be back" I say and when I was about to turn and leave, I feel her clutching my hand

"Stay" I hear her saying in the most fragile tone I've ever seen, and I quickly turn around and sit next to her on the bed, lacing our fingers together

I feel her leaning her head on my shoulder and I can't help but be a little relieved that she's reacting. Then I feel my shirt getting wet and the ache on my chest returned.

So I just pull her closer to me, and let her cry on my shoulder while I caress her hair. No sobs are escaping her, just silent, helpless tears. That worried me even more than uncontrollable sobs ever would, because I know these aren't going away anytime soon.

"Do you still want me to get Donna? You need to change and go to bed, doll" I say after a few minutes, and I can feel her shaking her head.

"Do you want me to help you?" I ask, and I can feel her nodding. It's not a verbal response, I have this feeling that she doesn't have the energy to talk right now, but it is something.

So I helped her. I unbuttoned her blouse, and helped her into my old Led Zeppelin shirt. I helped her out of her skirt and into the sweatpants. There's no malice in my actions, I just want her to feel comfortable and have a good night of sleep, God knows she'll need to be well rested for tomorrow, I have this feeling that tomorrow it's not going to be an easy day.

She laid down on the bed and I removed my boots, laying next to her. I turned in the bed so now I'm facing her, and she buried her head in my chest, silent tears still escaping her eyes.

I place my arms around her, rubbing her back with my hand.

"I love you so much, Jackie. It's killing me, seeing you like this and not being able to do a damn thing about it" I say, kissing her head a few times "You are my everything, we're going to get through this"

After what seemed like hours, Jackie finally fell asleep. I take a quick glance at my watch, yeah, almost two hours have passed. I carefully leave the bed, I need to talk to Donna and figure out what the hell are we going to do now.

I kiss her forehead one more time, covering her with a comforter before leaving the room.

Donna is sitting on the couch, her face is red and her eyes are swollen.

"How's she doing?" She asks

"She's asleep" I say, sitting on the couch and rubbing my eyes

It seems surreal, how the world turned upside down in just a span of a few hours. When I arrived at the Formans I was so excited to talk to Jackie, tell her all about WB's new idea. Guess that'll have to wait.

"Is she talking?" Donna asks apprehensively

"She said one word during all this time I was with her in her room"

"Is that it?" Donna looks disappointed

"She wasn't even acknowledging my presence at first, but now it looks like she's getting better, she was able to answer a couple questions with a nod" I answer dejectedly

"Mrs. Forman said that she's probably in shock, that it'll go away eventually" Donna observed and I directed my attention to her "My father and Eric spent the last few hours trying to locate Pam. My dad succeeded eventually, she's in Hawaii with her new boyfriend"

"I thought she was whoring her way through Brazil?" I ask, not bothering to hide the bitterness in my voice. Pam can go to hell.

"Apparently she got tired of the Atlantic ocean and wanted to see the Pacific" Donna rolled her eyes "She's arriving at Point Place tomorrow afternoon, dad is picking her up at the airport. She said she'll handle the funeral arrangements"

"Good, it's the least she can do" I mutter "Jackie is in no condition to plan a funeral, Pam better show up"

"She will" Donna says, trying to reassure me "God, I hate that woman. We're heading to Point Place tomorrow, right?" She asks

"Yeah" I answer, leaning my head on my hands. I have a killer headache.

"I called her boss already, Jackie has the week off" She says

I groan, thinking about how I've never seen Jackie like this before. A week won't be enough, but if Jackie loses this job… Fuck, I don't even want to think about how she'd react to that.

"Both Kelso and Fez called, Kelso wanted to drop by with Brooke and Betsy but I told him not to, he says he's going back to Point Place tomorrow too" Donna says

I grunt in response, I can't bother to think about Kelso or Fez now, my mind is focused on the broken girl sleeping in her room "I need to go pack her things" I say as I stand up from the couch, leaving Donna alone in the living room.

I feel so fucking useless right now. What the hell am I supposed to do to make her feel better? I don't think holding her will be enough this time.

All I want to do is to take her pain away, transfer it all to me. Seeing her like this is irrevocably painful, I can feel her sadness radiating from her body, from her soul. And it makes me want to die.

I head into her room again and I glance at the tiny figure sleeping in the bed. Her face is red and sticky with dried tears, I want to do something to make her feel better but I don't even know if I can. I don't know how she's going to be better after this, she's been through too much already, maybe this is it, her breaking point.

No. I've lost her before, and I'm not losing her again. Not like this.

Because I know that if I lose her I'll eventually waste away to nothing, I'll literally die.

I silently grab her suitcase and place a few of her stuff inside. A few clothes that I know she likes, underwear, hygiene items, pajamas… I take a quick look at her closet, I have to choose an outfit for her to wear at the funeral. I can't bring myself to choose anything, so I take a deep breath, grabbing a bunch of black dresses and throwing them in the suitcase.

I close the damn thing and I leave it near the door. I'll deal with the rest of it tomorrow.

I lay down next to her, cuddling her from behind. I press a quick kiss on her neck and I pull her closer to me, intertwining our legs. Then I just close my eyes and give in to the exhaustion. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.

A/N: I've written the same scene in two different POVs because I feel like it's important to see how both Donna and Hyde reacted to the news.

I'm really, really sorry if you're not liking the way the story is going, but it's what I had in mind when I first had the idea to write it.

Seeing Jackie hit rock bottom is going to have a pretty big effect on the lives of those who love her, especially Hyde and Donna.

I believe that mental health is a topic that deserves more attention. Don't worry, I don't plan on 'romanticizing' Jackie's grief. I mean, yeah, she will hit rock bottom and she'll have a great support system, but no matter how much they want to, none of her friends or even Hyde will be able to make everything better for her. It's a long process and even though she has a lot of people willing to help her, she's the one struggling, and the battle is hers.

Jackie has been through SO MUCH, her mother's abuse and abandonment, self esteem issues, her father's arrest, trouble with her boyfriends, and well… Her father's death is the last straw. She will develop signs of depression and it is going to be tough for her and for the people that love her.

I was diagnosed with depression when I was 13, and two years ago I was diagnosed with borderline disorder, I'm 21 years old now, I'm following the proper treatment with medication and I go to therapy at least twice a month (or I did before Corona). I know how it is, and it ain't pretty.

I've read many stories where depression is romanticized and that really bothers me. I swear to God, some people think that being in love is the cure for depression, I can't emphasize how wrong this is. Having a strong support system is great, but it's definitely not a cure.

I know there are probably some people who are not going to like where I'm going with this. And I totally get it. Sometimes reality is shitty enough as it is and reading fluffy and light stories can be nice and relaxing for a lot of people, it definitely is for me. That's one of the reasons why I wrote another story, it's called Rock you like a hurricane and it's filled with funny and fluffy moments. If you aren't comfortable reading WTLB I strongly recommend for you to stop reading it and check out my other story. I love it just as much and I smile a lot when I'm writing if.

If you have any constructive criticism, please don't be shy, let me know! I'm always looking for ways to improve my stories! Thank you all so much for reading this!

PS: I know I haven't updated "Rock you like a hurricane" this week, and I'm so deeply sorry. My focus is almost 100% on WTLB, but that doesn't mean I'm abandoning the other stories! I would never do that, I hate abandoned stories. In fact, I have another RYLH chapter ready and I'll post it this week.