Finally updating this series as well! If you don't already know… I have to keep going on this off and on updating thing because…well it's a complicated story, but I will make it short by saying I am in the process of looking for a place to live, have not a lot of great internet, but am writing continuously at school and such. So sorry for the inconvenience, but please bear with me until my situations end…anyway on with the story…and small reminder it is getting serious, and can be a "trigger"…so please be aware. Thank you…

Did We Notice? :

The group got ready for school and once there, their emotions still the same. It wasn't the same to not have Kendall there. Jackie wasn't too great either, her eyes were swollen from crying so much over the weekend. Not to mention it looked like she didn't get much sleep either. The whole group was a wreck and Mrs. Fitzpatrick knew it.

"She'll be back soon…" Mouth tried to comfort his friends, looking back at Gunther, Jackie, and Kick. They all just sighed. Then they were interrupted by a group laughing coming into their class, Kick could already feel his blood boil at the people responsible.

"Bloody hell…" Tess folded her arms, glaring at the group as well as Kick.

"I told you she had daddy issues…" Ronaldo said to his group of friends, who all just laughed with him. Only Debbie was a bit more quiet but staying by his side.

"I heard she had it coming." Howie shrugged. Kick was about to pounce and Jackie was about to break. The rest of the group just glared and before Kick could do anything, the bell rang and Mrs. Fitzpatrick called for everyone's attention. She cleared her throat.

"Good morning class…" She had a soft tone now. "I hope you all enjoyed this long weekend. As you know we won our homecoming game and were able to have three Homecoming Princesses…" She had a small smile. "But as we have had victories, we too had a tragedy happen." She had a sad look towards Kick and his friends, who were also sad. "So let me make this clear. I don't want to hear any rumors or negativity about this incident." She glanced towards Ronaldo's group. Kick couldn't help but feel relieved, along with the others. "And if there are any, you will be sent to the office, where the principal will deal with you…. As for the friends of Kendall, I would like to say counseling is open if you need it…" She took a deep breath. "Now let's start the lesson…" Ramia left class taking up on the counseling offer. As for the others, they felt relieved that Mrs. Fitzpatrick was on their side. Their classes went by slowly and felt too long by the time they got to lunch.

"How you guys doing?" Tess came by, André, Scarlet and Teena behind her, finding spots to sit.

"How do you think they're doing?" Teena glances. "Hell even I'm depressed…"

"How long do you think it will be before we see her here at school?" Scarlet inquired.

"Who knows…" Kyle looked down.

"I just wish we could see her…" Nicolette was also looking down. Then they heard laughter again.

"Give me one reason…" Kick glared as he cracked his knuckles. Ronaldo's group were off in the distance, walking down one of the outside hallways, heading towards one of the school building's doors. They were just laughing. Clara, Myra, Ronaldo, Gordie, the Dipazzi twins, Howie, Daniel, Ian, and Casey. Ronaldo led them, Debbie was there too, just not laughing like the rest. Kick's blood was boiling again.

"Now what are they discussing?" Kyle also glared, along with the others.

"Does it matter, seeing as they have no sympathy or hearts." Gunther folded his arms.

"They are using science terms to mask how they are talking about Kendall." Brianna was tempted to go kick some ass, as was Kick, Gunther, Kyle, the twins, Tess, André, and Scarlet.

"How do you know that?" Jackie asked, glancing at Brianna. Brianna mentally slapped herself and had to come up with something quick.

"Because… I know it's something Ronaldo would do and Penelope and her bitchy crew hang out with them, and couldn't stop laughing about it as well." Brianna wasn't completely lying, they both were true, just mind reading had gotten the best of her. But Jackie couldn't know that last part.

"Oh…" Jackie glared back at the jerks. "Should we tell Mrs. Fitzpatrick?"

"We could but they just deny it, saying it's all science related." Teena replied.

"Just ignore them… the last thing we need is a suspension." Loraina folded her arms.

"To be honest I'd say it be worth it." Nicolette retorted.

"I'd say." Kick was still glaring, agreeing.

"We need to focus on something other than them." Mouth sighed, trying to calm the others, though manly Kick, down.

"What else is there to focus on?" André looked at Mouth.

"Well Ramia is still in the councilor's office, is one. We haven't heard from Kendall or her sister, is another." Mouth answered.

"Why is that?" Jackie thought.

"Now that I think about it, we haven't even heard from her mom." Eli stated.

"And our Moms were pretty good friends." Dante mentioned.

"Clearly there's something more going on that we don't know." Scarlet spoke.

"But why don't we know? Why didn't she tell us what her father or Ronaldo were doing to her." Jackie asked, some tears coming down.

"Maybe the better question is why didn't we figure it out?" Teena countered.

"Why do you ask that?" Brianna just looked at her with sad eyes.

"Maybe cause there were signs all along…" Kyle thought.

"He's right…." Jackie agreed, realizing some things now.

"How?" Tess glanced at her.

"Brianna, you and I have noticed her change a lot over the years, especially recently." Jackie told her, "And that day when Kyle came to sit with us, she had that big bruise on her arm." She continued.

"She told us, she woke up with it…." Nicolette said, realizing the lie.

"But she didn't. No bruise like that comes from bumping yourself. Not to mention she covered it up with make-up." Jackie replied.

"And she is good with concealer make-up to make it so she looks normal." Loraina added.

"It never looked like she had any make-up on…" Brianna looked down.

"Which means either she's a wiz at first time applying make-up to wounds…" Jackie began, saddened.

"Or she's had a lot of practice." Kick finally came into the conversation and stopped glaring at Ronaldo's group, who had just left.

"But why keep it from us?" Gunther questioned. "That's the major question."

"Well if you're such situations, would you tell others? Even your friends?" Tess glanced at all of them. "Or especially if maybe you were being threatened."

"Thing is, you can't tell me her mother or sister didn't notice or know." Eli countered.

"Yeah, that be a really hard secret to keep from them." Dante commented.

"Not if she doesn't see them all the time, and like she does with us, wears a lot of concealer." Scarlet refuted.

"So she went through hell, all because these secrets?" Teena raised an eyebrow.

"Seems like…" Jackie nodded slightly. They all looked down, sighing again. Then the bell rang and they went to their classes, still feeling the same, sad and awful.

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My Fault...:

The last time I saw my friends was that night. What I remember after I ran away is rather vague, but I know I'm home now, and it's Wednesday morning. I should be in school. I'm well enough and it wouldn't be the first time of me hiding my "flaws." But I'm here. I'm here, at home, watching my friends with long faces walk to the bus and leave. They haven't heard from me. And Linnie has only told them that I needed rest and lots of it, because I've lied to her. I've lied…again. Well I guess I'm good at keeping my own secrets. Guess lying is just natural. Though it shouldn't be. I should be with my friend. I should tell them I'm alright…but I can't. I'm not. I can't face them…or anyone really. I'm that dumb ditz blonde who ruined homecoming because she allowed herself to be abused by her father. I'm the idiot who didn't know her boyfriend was cheating and allowed him to beat her. I'm the weak pathetic girl, who cause all of it. This has all been my fault and that's why I let it happen. I don't deserve to be with them…to be here.

"You don't believe that do you?" A voice in my head asked.

"Why shouldn't I? It's my fault my mom's in a coma, it's my fault my dad abused me, all of this is my fault!" I argued.

"You're kidding!" The voice yelled. "You can't be serious!? You didn't make your father an abusive person! You didn't deserve to be cheated on and beaten by Ronaldo! Hell, he dug his own grave when he chose easy Debbie over you! And you know you weren't the one to cause the car accident that put your mother in a coma!" The voice refuted.

"Yes I did!" I countered. "That was all my fault!"

"If you honestly believe that, I've taught and helped you for nothing." The voice retorted. I went silent. "I told you to be brave and bold, and you were. I've told you to survive, and you did. I've done a lot to make sure you know not only you are strong, but smart and a survivor. You went through hell and now, you're here. Still wallowing in the fact that it's your fault. Well obviously it must be, because I guess it's my fault you didn't understand everything I've taught you." I couldn't respond to that. "I've been here all along…. You're friends even longer. If you honestly believe that they will judge you or leave you because you think they think it's your fault… you know nothing. You are dumb… they are your friends. They miss you. And are beyond worried about you. They don't care what happened, they just want to make sure you are okay…. Huh if you think about, they are more your family than your own family. At least that what I see…" I kept thinking about that, as some time passed.

"You're right…" I whispered. "I been an idiot…lying to them, to Linnie…. Hell even to you." I admitted.

"Not that you were ever really good at with me." The voice smiled.

"No I guess not, seeing as you see right through me…" I had a small smile for the first time.

"Go to school tomorrow. Show them nothing can bring you down. Show them you're strong. You're here, now live hun." The voice rejoiced. I didn't realize all the time that had passed. I was in another room that just had a chair in it. You could say it looked like a dance room because there was a whole wall with a mirror on it. I was staring at myself the whole time, talking like a mad person. Bit to be honest, it helped having my reflection yell at me. It helped knowing that they wanted me to live… wanted us to live. I simply looked down now, taking in everything that was said.

"You're right…" Was all I could say, knowing the truth. I closed my eyes sitting back as more time passed.

"Kendall…" My eyes opened and I saw my sister in the archway, the phone in her hands, and her eyes starting to get watery. I just stared at her.

"Linnie?..." Why was she in this state, was one of the many questions running through my mind.

"Kendall…I… they…." She had tears start to come down her cheek. I started to rise.

"What…." I walked towards her, my heart starting to pound for some reason.

"Kendall…they…I…." Linnie tried to breathe…she took a deep breath. "Kendall…. She's gone…." Her knees gave out and my world just shattered.

To Be Continued…

Well uh…. I mean…. Well then…. I hoped you enjoyed. Again I am sorry for it getting serious now…but had to happen…curse my dreams for making me want to write this story… anyway I will give heads up when this depression seriousness goes….other than that bear with it…and me. See you guys soon, more chapters to come…next ones a well…beware of it. Bye and please do my poll, review, follow, and/or fav.! thanks.