Here is part two! Sorry it to so long for me to put this up. I have been so busy with Summer School lately. It is actually not as bad as everyone thinks. Sure it is bad but not as bad as everyone says it is. Oh, and Tuffy! You should be coming up in either the next chapter or chapter four! No I didn't forget you!

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ONE YEAR LATER

Alexis awoke to the sound of her brother rushing around the room. "What are you doing?" She asked sleepily.

He turned to her and sighed, he had been hoping that she wouldn't wake up.

"What are you doing?"She repeated, getting more worried. Patrick continued rushing around

"Patrick!"She said in a warning tone."

I'm leaving."He said

"Leaving!"She cried,"How could you be leaving? I need you here!" Patrick sat down on the bed next to her.

"Listen," He started "I can't stay here any longer. Father is going to kill the both of us so I want out."

"But what about me?" She insisted.

"It is too dangerous." He said "If I were to take you with me, you could die. I will come back for you someday. I promise" He begged.

"OK" She said.

He headed towards the window but she called for him to stop. He turned around. She took a key out of the drawer in their night table. It was tied to a piece of string. She lowered it over his head.

"Keep this to remember me by." She insisted.

Patrick looked at the key. "What's it to?" He asked.

She dropped to her knees and pulled out a chestnut box.

"It has pictures of Mama in it. That explained everything. Their mother had been a dancer and they used to love to watch her dance. She was so graceful. She gave her brother a kiss and with tears in her eyes got back into bed. Patrick sang their mothers lullaby to her and she was soon asleep. He kissed her forehead and disappeared out the window.

The next morning, Their father came into ther room and was furious at the fact that Patrick was gone. He gave Alexis the worst beating that she had ever experienced but It was only a preview of things to come.

She laid there, like a limp ragdoll not being able to move, even to rid her cheeks of the tears that were rolling down her face. 'Why, Patrick, Why?' She thought sadly. The next seven year were hell.

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