A/N: WaRnInG: Uses profanity (curse words). And no, I am not changing the rating. I warned you fair and square.

Oh, good time for a disclaimer! I DON'T OWN ANYTHING RELATING TO A WALK TO REMEMBER, UNFORTUANTLY.

"We called your parents," grumbled the annoyed police officer, "They're coming to get you." Michael slid deeper in his seat, wishing he could disappear. He was sure they knew he was on drugs and things from those tests, and he didn't want to deal with it. "Suicide!" his brain screamed but he quickly dismissed it. He had no pain tolerance. He just sat in the uncomfortable black plastic chair, waiting for hell to come to him.

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Landon pulled the van into the parking lot of the CPD, or the Charleston Police Department. Jamie hadn't talked since they pulled out of Beaufort. She continued to stare out the window, thinking. "Jamie," he said quietly, grabbing her slender hand, "We're here." Suddenly her eyes snapped wide open. "What?" she asked, "What did you say Landon?" He just shook his head and opened his door and got out. He looked into the van through windshield. She was just sitting there. He went to her side and opened her door.
"I'm sorry," apologized Jamie, "I just get to thinking, and-,"
"I know, I know. We've been married for 11 years, and you've done that many times." Jamie just looked up at him and smiled. "Let's go," she sighed.
They entered the building to face a receptionist, who looked like a bodyguard. "We're here to get Michael Carter," said Jamie timidly.
"Yes ma'am. Will you wait here just a moment?" she nodded and he left. When he came back, he said, "Follow me." Jamie and Landon followed silently into a tiny room where the delinquent sat. "Michael, why?" she asked, tears welling up and one single tear slipping out, landing on the knee of Mike's jean. "Don't try to play the fucking guilt trip on me mom!" he sneered. "I ran away because you two people being goody-fucking-two- shoes!" In a high voice, he imitated Jamie, "It's time to go to church kids! So you can get in the Lord's grace!" he took a breath and then continued, "Who care's about the Lord? I know I don't!" he screamed, spitting in Landon's face. He was ready to hit the kid into next Tuesday when Jamie held her arm out. "Landon, control your temper. Remember, this is your son.
"It's what I was always afraid of," confessed Landon, "That one of kids would become just like I was!" Michael drew his breath. Just like he was? "You-," he started.
"We'll talk when we get in the van," said Landon angrily, his eyes spewing disappointment. The officer unlocked the handcuffs and Landon grabbed the back of his collar, making it impossible for him to run. He let him go and blocked the exit from the van. Michael went in and sat down. "Buckle," reminded Jamie, still in tears. As soon as they pulled out of the parking lot, Jamie let the hot tears fall. "How could you Michael? Did we not raise you right? What?" Jamie screamed. He was instantly guilty. Landon stopped the car and turned around. "See what you did to your mother?" he hissed, "She has been nothing but kind, concerned, and caring of you kids. Is this how you repay her?"
"Well, we know you weren't any of those things," spat back Michael.
"You're lucky your mother's here, or you would have a bloody nose right now."
"Stop!" Jamie said, blowing her nose, "JUST STOP! I don't even want to talk to him anymore. We'll talk to him tomorrow."
"Look what I bought," said Landon, slightly changing the subject. "It's a lock for the outside of his door. I already boarded up all his windows so it's impossible for him to get out." Now Mike was furious once again. "I can't believe you! You treat me like a jail convict!"
"Don't you see?" cried out Jamie, "You practically are a convict! You break out of 2nd story window of the bathroom, using drugs, drinking,-" she couldn't continue, and broke down in her hands. The rest of the ride back to Beaufort was silence, not the pleasant type of silence but the awkward, angered silence.
When they got home, Landon put on the lock while Jamie watched him, never leaving. Finally Landon came down. "Come on Mike, let's go," said Landon to his son that had disappointed him. "Got to go to the bathroom?" A shake of the head put him into his room. "Goodnight son," he said, closing the door and locking it. A scream of agony and defeat came from the room. Landon guessed the drugs had about run the course through the body. He probably would do anything for a hit right now, but Landon ignored the pain that he was probably going through. He went downstairs to see Jamie sitting on the couch, bible open.
"Guess what I turned to," she smiled. He sat next to her. She closed the bible. "It was our favorite passage from the Corinthians. They both started together:

I Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. /I

Jamie sighed happily and leaned against him, breathing deeply. Every time he heard her breathe that way, he was content all over. Ever since he had heard her when her breathing was labored and shallow, he loved to hear her breathe deep and sound. Jamie looked up at him. "What are you thinking about Carter?" Landon smiled at her. "Just your breath." Jamie laughed at that, "My breath? Does it stink?" she asked, laughing. "No it's just your breath, the way you breathe, how different is from.before." Jamie stopped smiling and cleared her throat. "We decided to forget that part of our life, remember?" said Jamie, concerned. He always got too worked up when he thought or the spoke of it. "Why are you thinking about it?" asked Jamie.
"Faith," he said softly.
"What about Faith?" asked Jamie.
"Faith, she has so many bruises, are they from-," he trailed off, looking at Jamie. "I noticed when I went to tell her goodnight. She was in a tank top and shorts and she had bruises all over. I didn't ask. I didn't want to get her worried about my suspicions."
"But it's not hereditary," said Jamie, "How could it be, if it even is?"
"Coincidence?" suggested Landon. "It could happen."
"Before we start worrying, why don't we ask her where they came from," said Jamie, not following her own advice. She was worrying, and started to pace. "Jamie! Stop. We'll just go see if she's up now, okay?" Jamie nodded and followed Landon up the stairs.