Pretty pixie: I hope I updated this soon enough for you! Update Family Affair? *nervous laughter* I so badly wish I could get into that story and I feel for my readers but I'm having a really hard time getting into that story. I never force myself to write because it comes out wrong so it may be a very long time until Family Affair is updated. Sorry about that.
Sarah: It's quite a bit of work reading an entire story in one sitting, isn't it? And just think – Harry and Draco aren't even together yet! I'm glad you like it and here's an update for you.
KittenBabyGirl: I'm sorry I made you cry. I honestly didn't think my writing hit so many personal emotions. I hope this new chapter is some sort of inspiration.
Dark Peppermint: Congratulations on telling your mom about your cutting. I hope you're receiving help almost as good as Draco's. Enjoy the new chapter!
Miseryslilwench: What makes you think anyone will be upset when Kali is discovered to be Snape's daughter? *whistles innocently*
Rochelle: I'm glad you liked the story so far. I like darker stories as well. I think it's important in any story to take time to develop the characters. It bothers me when things that would never happen in canon happen in the first chapter without any sort of explanation. So far, Draco has been really one dimensional in canon and I think that there has to be some redeeming value in him so I developed it in my own twisted way. I hope you like this new part as much as the rest.
Daisy8781: You're collecting Alan Rickman movies, too? I just got Truly, Madly, Deeply last week driving up in Harrisburg. I know what you mean about taking him in and lavishing him. He's a fantastic actor and I have a tendency to get upset with people who don't like him. Can you believe they exist? There are some people who don't like Alan. *shudders*
IsabelA113: I'm glad you don't mind it being an epic. I thought the lengthyness of the story might scare people off. I hope you will be reading up until the end.
Kristen: I hope you continue even though it will be Harry/Draco slash. The day I finish a Draco/Hermione is the day pigs fly.
Catdragon: Sure, you can keep Draco. Just make sure to pamper him and let him know he's loved. I figured Draco had to redeem himself eventually but really, he's attempted suicide again. Even Draco knows he needs help. As for how Snape is acting, I wanted to show that he acts differently because of Kali. For Kali, the way we see him in canon is out of character, hence her reaction in the first Potions class. She's never known him to be anything other than an over protective, caring, and *shudder* warm person. Trying to find the equilibrium causes him to act strange, still trying to be a father to Kali but the insufferable git known to the students. Believe me, it's only going to get worse in the future. I wanted his daughter to get to him. Sorry if it isn't a vision you wanted to see. Expect slash . . . very soon.
AnimeKris: You won't have to wait much longer for the slashy goodness.
Tine: Actually, you did need to tell me all that stuff about The Royal Tenenbaums. I haven't seen the movie, though I've wanted to. I just can't remember to do so. Glad you loved the chapter. I love it, too. Sorry about the cliffhanger but it will all be resolved.
Anyone else who read and/or reviewed, thank you for taking the time to check this out. I appreciate all the support.
DISCLAIMER: If I were JK Rowling, I wouldn't be writing this stuff. Well . . . I'm so strange that maybe I would but I'm not JK Rowling and I don't own Harry Potter. In fact, I don't really own anything except for Tristan Valmont, the male lead in the novel I'm about to start writing. Hm… This plot, however, is mine and I've worked very hard on it. Do not take. Oh, and Kali's mine too. Guess I do own things.
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Falling Chapter Fourteen: Cleaning Up
"I think I need help."
Kali didn't speak as she stared at the bloody form of Draco Malfoy. Out of all the things that could be running through her mind, one of them was that Neville had been under exaggerating when saying that Draco looked really bad. He could barely keep himself standing and it had probably taken all the strength that was left in him to make it to Gryffindor tower. She looked at the frown on his face, the tears in her eyes, and she could feel herself nodding.
"You could say that," she croaked out. "We need to get you cleaned up."
Draco allowed her to take his arm and pull him along down the hall. Next to her, Kali could hear him stifle sobs and he tugged on his left sleeve with his good hand, eyes focused on the ground.
"Where are we going?" he whispered.
"Hospital wing."
Jerking out of her grip, Draco stepped back and stared at her with wide eyes. She tried to reach out for him again to lead him down the hall but he pulled away.
"No way. That Pomfrey bitch can't be trusted."
"Draco, we need to stop the bleeding."
"I stopped some of it."
"Some?"
Biting the inside of his lip, Draco ghosted his fingers over his robes where beneath he knew there was a rather deep wound still bleeding. He didn't need to touch it to know it was there. The pain was still stinging through his chest. As his eyes drifted to his fingers, he nodded.
"Some. I came to you because I need help. I may not want it. . ." He winced and licked his lips, a brief shock coursing through him as he tasted the blood. "I need help. You can help me . . . just don't take me to that Pomfrey bitch."
His eyes were pleading and Kali knew that she couldn't take him there in good conscious; not when she knew he so desperately wanted to go anywhere but there. It was a big step getting him to ask for help at all and she wasn't about to chase him away by insisting that he go to Madam Pomfrey. Nodding, she reached out for his hand again but made no other motion. Slow and hesitant, Draco reached out for her hand and began to walk beside her again.
"Where are we going?" he asked a second time.
"To see my dad."
Draco nodded as they made the long trek toward the dungeons. The hallways were mostly deserted except for a few students who gasped as they saw Draco walk by them. He would be angry with the staring but either he was too drained or he understood that how he looked was worth staring because he remained docile. It wasn't like he would soon forget what he looked like in the mirror anyway. They wouldn't either. Somehow, it didn't seem fair.
"Asphodel," muttered Kali once they were in the dungeons and a stone wall opened up to Snape's private rooms.
"He uses potion ingredients for his passwords?" muttered Draco but Kali never answered as she led him to a couch.
"Sit down. I'll be right back." With a worried glance in his direction, she headed back toward the door yelling for Snape. After what seemed to be a quick check of his rooms, she paused by the entrance and glanced at Draco. "Don't move or do anything. I'm just going to go find my dad. He's probably in his office. We'll be right back." All Draco could do was give a dull nod as she disappeared back into the hallway.
Trying to shake the image of a bloody Draco sitting by the fire, Kali broke out into a sprint as she headed for the Potions classroom passing the evil Pansy demon on the way. Something that either sounded like 'slut' or 'hut' came in her direction and Kali guessed it was the former as she practically screamed the password ("She even knows his passwords," shrieked Pansy) and disappeared inside.
"Kailah?" asked Snape, looking up with alarm at her abrupt entrance.
"We need this," she said snatching a vial off the counter," and you need to come now."
"What happened, Kailah?"
"You know how Blaise and I kept telling you about Draco -"
"Yes. I tried to talk to him after class but Mister Malfoy does not seem to want any help."
"Well he does now."
"Excuse me?"
"Now. As in 'right this moment'. Draco Malfoy is sitting in your rooms bleeding to death. He cut himself up really bad, or at least I'm guessing he did, because all I can see on him is blood and tears and - Daddy!" she shouted but Snape had already grasped the vial out of her hands and ran out of the room.
The Pansy demon was still in the hall as Snape stalked down the hallway toward his private rooms.
"Miss Parkinson, I suggest you and the other Slytherins head back to your dormitory right now."
"Is something wrong, Professor?" she asked giving a sly glance to Kali.
"Go back to your common room."
"Look, Pansy," snapped Kali coming between them, "this is neither the time nor the place. Go back to the fiery pits of hell from whence you were made and listen to Professor Snape." She grabbed the vial out of Snape's hands and turned to him. "I'll be down there when you finish with this."
As Kali hurried down the hall she could hear Pansy still inquiring about why she had to be in her common room before curfew but Kali could feel her eyes on her back as she made her every move. With a hurried rush of spitting out the password, Kali shoved her way inside and ran over to Draco, still sitting on the sofa while he stifled sobs.
"Take this," said Kali, softer than she had been before as she handed him the vial.
"What is it?" He didn't even bother to look at the vial as Snape walked into the room.
"Gods," Snape breathed as he came around to see Draco from the front. "It's Blessure Fatale." Draco eyed the vial. "Properly made, I assure you. Kailah didn't make it. Lime green, not royal blue." Kali gave them both a sheepish look before handing the vial back out to Draco who took it in his hands. "Kailah, get me a basin of warm water, a washcloth, and a bar of soap."
As Kali headed for the bathroom, Snape kneeled in front of Draco who was grimacing as he swallowed the Blessure Fatale. Taking the vial from Draco's hands, Snape laid it behind them and looked up at the broken boy.
"Draco, I'm going to need for you to get undressed so we can clean you up. Can you do that?"
"I'm hurt, I'm not dead," grumbled Draco as he failed to single-handedly undress. Between the pain in his chest from the wound sealing and his broken hand, all attempts were failing miserably. "Maybe I can't."
"It's okay." Snape moved to help Draco out of his robes as Kali returned to the room and sat the basin next to her father. She sunk onto a chair nearby and watched as a boxer-clad Draco lay out of the couch. Beneath his robes, his body was a mess and Kali looked away, shielding her eyes from the sight. Snape only grimaced before beginning to clean Draco off, staring at his face.
He ran the warm washcloth over Draco's cheeks removing the dried blood to reveal several rather shallow scratches. From the looks of it, most of the blood on his face had come from his hands and the water turned a light pink as Snape wrung out the cloth and moved to his hands next. He was halfway up Draco second arm and Kali had already changed the water twice when any of them dared to speak.
"What happened, Draco?" said Snape softly, causing the two students to jump.
Draco gave a sharp laugh. "What does it look like? I fulfilled my role as the suicidal boy. Someone fed me too goddamn much," he said before going into a short fit of laughter at his own joke.
"Why didn't you go to the hospital wing?"
"Because I don't trust that Pomfrey bitch. You I trust. Kailah I trust."
"Kailah," he repeated, echoing Draco's words as he said his daughter's name. "Why Kailah?"
Draco shrugged. "Just something about her. She's not a pest like Blaise but she shows she cares. I like that."
"Not a pest?" Snape cocked and eyebrow as he cast Kali a glance. "You obviously haven't known her for as long as I have. Let me assure you that Kailah is more of a pest than you can ever imagine, but it's in a good way."
"Yeah. In a way that doesn't make you want to kill her."
"Thanks," muttered Kailah, rolling her eyes.
"Draco -" started Snape again and Draco looked up at him expectantly.
"What is it?"
"Why tonight? Why did you come for help?"
Draco bit his lip. "I just . . . I was so mad. At everyone. Myself especially. I don't know. I don't really want to talk about it."
"Draco, if you want help, you're going to need to talk about it. You can't get help if you aren't willing to communicate about what happened."
He sighed, his eyelashes fluttering, and Kali half-expected him to stand up and leave but he simply nodded. "I know. That doesn't make it easy."
"I know."
They were silent as Snape wrung out the cloth and started work on Draco shoulders as he motioned for Kali to change the water in the basin.
"Uncle Sev?"
Snape grimaced. "Don't call me that."
"What? Uncle?"
"You know very well what I don't want you to call me."
"Sorry, Sev."
"That! That is what I don't want you to call me."
"Sorry, Uncle Sev." Snape sighed and shook his head as Kali returned with the basin.
"What is it that you wanted, Draco?"
"I . . . I was so mad. I was mad at Blaise and Kailah and you and Potter. I'm always mad at Potter. And me. . .and my father -" Here he broke back into tears and he slammed his head further into the couch cushions trying to concentrate on the washcloth moving in slow circles on his neck. "I'm mad at my father because he left me and I'm mad at myself because I'm mad at him. It wasn't his fault but . . . he was coming to see me. I asked him to. He should have just gone right off to Azkaban but I had to ask for him and he had to love me enough to come. I was just mad and I kept thinking about everyone telling me that I needed help and I know I need help. I knew it then but I was too scared because . . . I was just scared."
"You don't want to let anyone in," said Snape softly. "I know. When you lose someone, it's hard to let anyone close in again."
"Yeah," whispered Draco. "I just . . . I wanted all of the pain to end and when I get bad, I - I - I cut myself. To deal with the pain."
"Like before."
Draco nodded. "Like before. And I wanted to die because just cutting myself wasn't enough so . . . I was just going to let myself bleed but then I realized just how final death was and I sealed up most of my wounds but the one on my chest . . . it was too deep . . . and I collapsed in the bathroom thinking I really was going to die even though I didn't want to, but then I saw myself and it scared me. I never really saw myself look like that before and I knew that even if I didn't think I was ready for help, it didn't matter, because if I didn't do something, I was going to look like that again. I don't want to look like that again and since I can't stop myself on my own. . . I'm going to need some help."
"That was wise of you." Snape continued to work down Draco's chest and onto his stomach. "First step was coming for help. Second is to get you into the hospital wing and notify Dumbledore. With your permission, we'll do that after we get you cleaned up. Certainly you don't want to go there looking like this."
"Do I have to go to the hospital wing? With the Pomfrey bitch?"
"You really should, Draco. If you won't go, we'll have to call Dumbledore down here to arrange some alternative method though it would be easier for all of us if you would just go to Poppy. I know she's irritating but she does know what she's doing."
Biting his lip, Draco nodded. "Okay."
"Kailah? The basin."
Kali nodded as she went to exchange the water.
~*~
The light here was too bright. In fact, sound seemed amplified as well. Cracking open an eye, Draco moaned loudly as he took in the sight of the infirmary. What the fuck was he doing here? He thought back over his memories for what he last remembered. Potions class? No. Later than that. Being in Snape's rooms and getting cleaned up. That seemed right. Certainly explained why he was in the hospital wing.
"The lights in here really shouldn't be so bright. It's not a good way for someone to wake up," muttered Draco as he shielded his eyes.
"You're up."
Draco tried to roll over but it hurt too badly. His eyes were too fuzzy and his neck too stiff to see the chair next to him and who occupied it.
"Could you please stand in front of me so I can see who I'm talking to? I don't have time to sit around and guess my visitors all day long."
"Actually, time is all you do have," said the voice as Potter came into view. Draco groaned.
"Oh. It's only you."
"Nice to see you, too."
"What are you doing here?"
"Someone had to sit with you and alert Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore if you woke up. Actually, now that I mention it, I really should go get them."
"Hold up, Potter. That doesn't answer my question. What are you doing here? Why not someone else?"
Harry shrugged. "I offered."
"Why did you offer?"
"I get out of classes."
"Oh."
"I don't know why I offered. I guess because I told you weeks back that if you needed help and went crazy, I'd be here for you to talk to. Gryffindors don't break their word."
"Throwing that Gryffindor thing in there, eh?"
"Why not? When I told you I'd be here to listen you said that it was very Gryffindor of me. I just thought I'd point out that you were right."
"Well, Potter, as much as I'd love to banter with you all day, shouldn't you be retrieving the headmaster?"
"You were the one who stopped me."
"Well I'm unstopping you. Go get whoever it is that you need to get and leave me alone."
Potter, shrugging, left the room and no more than thirty seconds later Madam Pomfrey entered and forced a bottle full of pepperup potion down his throat. As the liquid flowed down his throat making it burn, Draco was beginning to think that things had been better off when Potter was here. His back ached as Madam Pomfrey arranged and fluffed the pillows behind him. When Dumbledore entered sans Potter, Draco rejoiced inside. It was the first time he ever really rejoiced when seeing someone and Dumbledore was never the person he thought he would be rejoicing about.
"Mister Malfoy, it is nice to see you awake."
"How long have I been out?"
"A little over fourteen hours now. You passed out while still with Professor Snape and then he and Miss Strauser brought you up here. A few hours after you were settled you started to stir but Poppy knocked you back out again with one of her potions before you were fully awake. You needed your rest."
"Why was Potter here?"
"You are on Suicide Watch for the next forty-eight hours effective from the moment you woke up. Mister Potter has merely volunteered to be one of the people watching you. This means that you will have someone at your side at all times for the next two days. For the two weeks that follow that, you'll be on a Suicide Warning which means that someone will be at your side except for when you need to attain to personal business. You will not be permitted to have sharp objects around you, and your wand has been charmed so that it cannot do harmful spells."
"I'm that bad off?"
"I'm afraid so, Mister Malfoy. It is a very serious business when one partakes in multiple suicide attempts."
"Two times can hardly be classified as multiple."
"It is more than once, Mister Malfoy, and even once suggests caution. This incident will be changing some things in you daily schedule. Professor Snape tells me that you seem to be ready to take us up on the counseling offer."
"It's going to be Potter, isn't it?"
"Not if you don't want it to be. Obviously we would want a student who isn't particularly close to either you or your family so that personal feelings won't get in the way but we won't force anyone on you."
"I don't want Potter."
"Fair enough. There is a Ravenclaw girl in your year that helped one of the younger students last year with depression. Would that satisfy you?"
Draco nodded. "I guess. Ravenclaw is better than Gryffindor."
A twinkle of mirth shone in Dumbledore's eye. "Then it's settled. I will confer with Miss Patil this afternoon and send her in to meet you this evening. The second order of business that must be settled is your studies."
"My studies?"
"Yes. Since you are on a probation of sorts, you will be spending the next sixteen days in the hospital wing with the option of staying even longer. Due to this turn of events, you will not be able to attend class. There are two options that you can take advantage of. One would be that you keep up with your classes by having the teachers bring you notes and assignments and you continue working along with the class during your stay. The second is an independent study. You will outline your own projects and assignments with approval of the corresponding teacher and work at your own pace and continue to do so after your probation ends."
"The second one," Draco answered after consideration. "The last thing I want is to be with Pomfrey for months on end but I think I'm going to need it. At least until I know I can trust myself again. Until then, I'm going to have to rely on others. If I'm going to be here for awhile, the second option seems more appropriate."
"Then it's settled. I'll inform your teachers and get back to you."
"Sir?"
Dumbledore turned back to face Draco. "Yes, Mister Malfoy?"
Draco swallowed. "Will my things be brought up here?"
"Yes, Mister Malfoy. The hospital wing now seems to be your new dormitory. Perhaps we should call a redecorator."
Forcing a smile, Draco agreed. "Perhaps. There's - er - a dagger in the Slytherin common room."
"It's already been found and removed."
Draco breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. I was - er - going to ask you to get rid of it. I don't want to see it again."
"Then you won't. Is that everything?"
"Uh - no. In the library there's this shelf of Hogwarts yearbooks."
"Yes?"
"I was wondering if I could borrow the copy of 1977."
"Your father's graduation year?"
Draco nodded. "I saw it before and . . . I don't want to forget him."
"I highly doubt that but I will be sure to send someone in with it for you."
"Thank you, sir."
"You're welcome. Get some rest, Mister Malfoy." Dumbledore left the room and before the door had completely closed, Harry came back in.
"Hello again, Potter."
Harry shrugged. "Hi."
"Potter?"
"What?"
Hesitating, Draco bit the inside of his lip and stared down at his broken hand. "You know when you said that you'd be there for me to talk?" Harry nodded but Draco didn't look up to see this. "Potter?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"Er - well - I'm going to be getting counseling with Padma Patil."
"That's good."
"Yeah, so I don't really need you to talk and I already told you that you would be the last person I'd come to if I needed counseling."
"Right."
"I have a counselor but - er - I could use a friend." He slowly rolled his eyes up to see Potter standing at the end of his bed, eyes wide and jaw gaping. "That's not a real good look on you, Potter."
Harry promptly shut his mouth. "Sorry. Are you serious?"
Draco sighed. "I knew it was stupid to say. Forget it."
"Yeah, right. Forget Draco Malfoy asked me to be his friend? Not bloody likely."
"Well there's no need to torment me about it, Potter, and it isn't like it was the first time I asked you."
"You never asked me before."
"Yes I did," Draco snapped. "The first day on the train. I extended my hand and you insinuated that I was the wrong sort."
"Oh. That was an offer? I just thought you were being rude." Draco scowled. "Look, Draco, I wasn't tormenting you. Honestly. I want to know if you're serious. Do you really want me as a friend?"
"Well - er - you know what it's like not to have a father and I know you never knew yours and I just lost mine but it's something that few people can really understand. You just . . . you wouldn't make a good counselor. You let your emotions get in the way and that's not something I need in therapy but it would make a good friend and I see you and Weasley and Granger and you're all really good friends and I don't have any friends like that and -"
"Draco, you're rambling." Harry came around to sit on the side of Draco's bed.
"Sorry."
"No problem. Just stating that you were rambling."
"Oh."
"Look, Draco, I meant what I said. I'll be here to listen to you any time you need to talk. When you need to talk to a friend and not a counselor, that is."
"Really? Even after all the shit I've done to you?"
"Everyone deserves a second chance."
"You really are a Gryffindor, aren't you?"
"Some of me." Harry shrugged. "Are you really a Slytherin?"
"I don't really know what I am anymore." Harry looked down at him sadly. "And don't give me that face, Potter."
"If we're going to be friends, you might want to work on calling me Harry."
"I'll try but don't push it."
"Can you really put aside all the shit between us to be friends?"
Draco picked at a loose thread on his sheets. "I'm starting over. I've got baggage but part of getting help is putting aside differences and making things right. I . . . I can't even trust myself anymore."
"Fair enough."
There was a knock at the door and both boys turned to see Blaise and Kali come in.
"Can we - er - visit?" asked Blaise, his eyes focused on Draco.
"Yeah," the latter answered and both Kali and Blaise came over to stand by his bed. "Hey, Kailah, I just wanted to say thanks for everything. You really pulled through for me."
"All I did was compensate with your request," she said waving a hand but her cheeks had turned a bright pink.
"No, really. You helped me out and didn't take me to Madam Pomfrey when I asked. Anyone else would have ignored me and I probably would have beaten the shit out of them."
"Not likely considering the state you were in, but you're welcome."
"I hope we can be friends."
"Me too."
"And here I thought I was special becoming your friend but if you're just going to offer it to everyone," said Harry rather harshly. Draco glared at him. "What?" Glares came from both Kali and Blaise as well. "Oh fine. Be that way. I'll still be your friend but I assure you that my joy at the stature is wearing off."
Rolling his eyes, Draco kneed Harry in the back. "Shut up, Harry."
"You called me Harry! Excellent job."
"Well I do try . . . Hey, you wouldn't mind if I talked to Blaise alone would you?"
"Nope," said Kali grabbing Harry's arm and yanking him toward the door. "We'll be just outside when you're finished with each other." The door shut behind them and Draco looked up at Blaise.
"Look," they both said at the same time.
"You go first," Draco offered.
"No, you."
"I just wanted to say thank you for all that you've done for me. I know that I don't show it - really don't show it, but I do appreciate it. In fact, the reason I did go to Kailah was because I didn't want to die and that's mostly because of you. If you hadn't been there for me so much this year and forced me to see that I did need help this year, I would probably still be sitting in the shower crying and cutting myself. Now I'll only be sitting in the shower crying."
"I wanted to apologize for being in your face about it all the time when I knew you just wanted to be left alone."
"There's no reason for you to apologize. You were just trying to help."
"I wasn't doing a good job."
"No, but you tried. That means a lot to me. I'm sorry for everything I've put you through, especially that cock-sucking homo queer incident."
"It was only spit."
"It was wrong and I'm sorry. I should have never done that to you. There's no excuse for it and I'm going to get help before it goes too far and I really die this time."
"Good."
"Blaise, I know I never told you, but remember when you told me that you loved me?"
Crossing his arms over his chest, Blaise stifled a laugh and nodded. "Yeah, but things like that are hard to forget."
"Well, I didn't say it at the time, but - I loved you, too." Blaise's eyes widened as they met Draco's. "I was really scared that you said it and I was trying so hard not to love you. I never liked people getting too close and you were closer than anyone had ever been. By admitting how I felt about you, you would be getting even closer and I didn't like that so I didn't tell you. I'm sorry I let you believe that I didn't return your feelings."
"It's okay," he whispered.
"No it's not. I know what it feels like to love someone and think that they don't love you. My whole childhood and adolescence was like that. Loving my father and thinking that he didn't love me. I should have told you, but I didn't, and I'm sorry. Maybe in a different time and under different circumstances we could have been together but love just isn't enough this time."
"I know. I've accepted that. I know this sounds corny but I just want to see you happy. You've been depressed for so long and I just want to see you smile again."
"I'll get there one day. Eventually. I just need a lot of time and a lot of support."
"I'll be here."
"I know."
The door opened once more and Madam Pomfrey came bustling in the room with Harry at her heels. "Mister Zabini," she said to him, "you and Miss Strauser are needed in class. I believe you requested this, Mister Malfoy." The 1977 Hogwarts yearbook fell in his lap. "Mister Potter will be watching over you until dinner. I suggest you both make yourselves comfortable."
She shooed Blaise out of the room leaving Draco and Harry alone together and after a half hour of silence, Draco began to talk and Harry made no efforts to make him stop.
So there's fourteen and fifteen will probably be up next Monday unless I decide to update sooner. Leave a review and if you wish to flame and/or wish for a personal reply and/or have a question regarding the story, feel free to email me at angeldlsm00@hotmail.com. I check my email every day and I always get back to those who write me. Hope you liked the chapter.
