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Chrissy cried; tears streaking down her cheeks. She sat on the floor of her brother's room, sobbing. Gwen was trying to talk to her. Even Mark & Marie were there, trying to coax her to say anything, to speak a bit… just anything. Just to hear the tears stop. Heavynne & Damien were starting to cry with Chrissy. She sniffled and looked up to her brother, who sat on the couch, shaking his head. "I can't believe it, Glen… I thought he loved me…"

"He does…" Glen said.

"He slept with her… Lucy…" Chrissy beat her head back into the wall. "How could he love me?"

"He was drunk…?" Gwen said quietly, rocking Heavynne in her arms.

Chrissy shook her head furiously. "It doesn't matter-- he should've known." Chrissy looked around frantically. She had to get out of here. She had to go somewhere else, to crash. Somewhere to let herself cry by herself. She saw her keys on the table and started to reach for them.

Glen grabbed them before she could. "I don't think so Chrissy; you shouldn't be driving."

Chrissy let out a frantic scream and grabbed his hand before he could react. She dug her fingernails into his wrist before he could stop her. She grabbed the key ring with her other hand and backed away from everyone. "I have to go now…" She said quietly. "I love you all… but I can't stay… I have to go home…" Frantically her mind was trying to force her body to act calm, but inside she was shaking and the force of self-destruction was looming close.

"Chrissy!" Gwen cried as she ran out the door. "I have a bad feeling about this…" She looked towards Glen. Tears were already sprinkled on her lashes and she could barely see the worried look on Glen's face.

"So do I." He looked over at Mark, who was running out the door. "Where are you going?"

"After her!" He yelled. "That girl is a mess; she going to do something stupid." With that, he was gone, and the silence in the room thickened.

"Wait!" Glen yelled. He looked back at Gwen. "I'm going after her. Marie, can you watch the kids?"

Before Marie could nod, Gwen and Glen were both out the door running after Mark, trying to make sure Chrissy wouldn't do something stupid.

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Chrissy drove ridiculously fast. She didn't care. She had the windows down, and the music blaring out. Everything was blurring. Everything was a mess, and the tears streaming from her eyes were not helping her. She kept thinking about Raven, about how she loved him, and she wanted to be with him more than anything, but she couldn't. She wouldn't let herself do it again. Not be used.

John had used her. He had left her to go on tour while she took care of Evan. Then when he tried to act like a father, he got himself killed. "Bastard, you fucking bastard. Why the hell did you have to leave? If I still had you… it would've been okay, I wouldn't be here…" She hit the steering wheel with her hand and tried to focus on something other than lost loves.

It was no help. She wanted Raven. She loved him. She hadn't felt anything since she first fell in love with John. She did love John at one point, and then she forgot how to love, until Raven. He brought back everything. He made her smile; he made her laugh. He filled her completely. He never left her out and he always knew what she wanted.

A sob tore through Chrissy chest and she closed her eyes for a second, slightly tilting the wheel with her hand. But it was too late when she opened her eyes. She never had a chance…

***

"Oh… oh god…" Mark could barely walk up to the intersection. "It's… not…"

Gwen clung to Glen as she cried. "Please don't say it's her... Please don't." She cried against his chest.

Glen couldn't answer. He just watched in horror as the paramedics tried to find Chrissy in her wrecked Pontiac. She had been speeding, of course. Glen had watched in horror as he saw the Trans Am was crushed by the van. He knew she never saw a thing coming. Chrissy was a passionate driver, and she would never allow anything to hurt her car, but this… she had to be upset…

Glen's throat constricted as he saw her broken body pulled out of the wreck. He slowly put Glen in Mark's arms as he walked closer. Barely whispering, he asked, "Is she alive?"

"Not for long if we don't get her medical attention. Alright guys, load her up then try to put her on IV's." The man barely looked back at Glen before they were already in the ambulance with Chrissy and gone.

***

Glen looked at the phone in his hand. He didn't know if he could call. He probably should, considering it was his duty. He dialed the number slowly.

"Hello?" She sounded groggy.

"Mom? It's Glen…"

"Glen… it's near midnight… why are you calling?" Quickly her voice turned to panic. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Glen played with his hair for a second. "I'm fine, Mom, it's Chrissy…"

"Oh god, is she okay? What's wrong? What happened?"

"She got into an accident…" He slowly trailed off and looked at Gwen. He tried to give her a reassuring smile, but he could barely remember how to.

"Oh, Glen, please tell me she's alive. Please."

Glen heard his mother's sobs through the phone. "She's alive, but we don't know for how long. She took a pretty bad hit… I'll call you again as soon as I can to somehow get you out here. I'm sorry, Mom." He quieted. He hung up the phone as soon as saying goodbye and looked over at Mark, and Marie who had arrived with the twins. She was watching them faithfully as Gwen cried.

"Do you think you should call Raven?" Mark asked quietly.

"I don't know if he could handle that news…"

Gwen sobbed harder. "It's not fair, Glen… she didn't deserve all of this… I was just trying to help her and-and--" Gwen rubbed her hands on her face, trying to stop the crying for a moment.

The doctor walked into the room. "Hi, I'm Dr. Alexander Williams. You're waiting to know about Christina Jacobs, correct?"

Everyone nodded furiously.

He sighed, and rubbed a free hand through his hair. "This is hard for me to say, and I don't know how to put it lightly."

"Just say it." Glen said quietly, closing his eyes. She couldn't be dead; he wouldn't allow her to be dead.

"Well, you know that car crash could be--" He stopped as he saw the door fly open. "Who are you?" He asked, confused.

"Raven, Chrissy's fiancé. Don't tell me she's dead, I'm not going to believe it." He said, pain in his voice. Tears were almost dripping from his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall for her yet. He had already done that for the last few days. He felt drained. "Is she?"

"Is she what?" Dr. Williams asked.

"Is she dead?" Raven asked, bluntly and looked at everyone else. The question hung in everyone's head, but they couldn't ask it. He had to know, if she was dead… he couldn't live; he wouldn't live. "Is she??" He asked insistently. The doctor wouldn't answer. That was a bad sign already…

TBC…

A/N: Hehe… I like cliffhangers, and you won't know this one for awhile, since I have other stories to work on. :P Unless you want me to, then I can, since my Kane/Raven muse came back from vacation to Bermuda. So… hope you like this chapter, I'm actually pleased with how it came out. REVIEW DAMMIT!