Chapter Twenty Nine
I run my fingers over her jagged knuckles. Her rough skin scraping against my own. She flinches ever so slightly as I brush against a bruise on her hand. She looks up, trying to meet gazes. She's pining. Looking for any piece of evidence I may have tried to hide. I run my fingers through her hair, getting caught in the tangled mess. She looks better, not quite as... Run over. A smile slips over her lips, as our eyes meet once again. "So..." She says in a sing song voice, her eyes shining, as her voice slowly dies out. A playful smile present on her face.
"So, what?" I play dumb, she rolls her eyes, obviously exasperated. What? Things have been complicated lately, for me to pour my heart out, although it seems as though there is no heart, just an empty hole, would be ridiculous. Maybe its the way to go. Telling anyone else would be awkward, but telling her seems right. Maybe the only right thing at the moment. She is about to open her mouth, scold me for playing dumb, but I start speaking before she can. "I think I've been lying to myself." A look of confusion washes over her. I bring her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her waist. Wanting to be as close as possible right now. She nuzzles her head against my chest, sighing as I continue. "With Becca..." She now looks more confused then ever, she tries to interject, but I quickly place a finger over her lips. Wanting to explain to her without any interruptions, what is wrong. "I was living a lie. In a fairy tale. I built this fairy tale up in my mind, thinking that, that Becca and I were perfect, meant to be. Nothing could ever go wrong. When she died, that fairy tale was crushed. I realised that it wasn't possible. Perfection was a lie, a glossed over truth. It wasn't possible, it just wasn't. The day she died, I realised it. I figured my life had ended... The fairy tale ended." I pause watching her for a moment, taking in her reaction. Her face is blank. She plays with the buttons on my shirt, nodding her head in my direction, urging me to continue. "Turns out the fairy tale had ended long before her death. It didn't even exist. She cheated on me." I laugh a little. Too many emotions, unable to pick which one to run on. The feelings start to overwhelm me. Now that I've told her it seems a little more real. Life seems more real. She gently squeezes my hand, as she continues to nervously fiddle with the buttons of my shirt. She manages to pop one open, giggling a little, before looking up at me.
"I don't know what to say. I wish I did. But nothing I say..." She swallows, "nothing I say is going to take your pain away." She says gently. "Its still going to hurt..." She's right.
"I know." I sigh, "Its okay... I guess it feels better to tell someone." We sit in compatible silence, our hearts beating somewhat in sync, if that's even possible. I'm not sure. I'm not sure if any of this is real, if it will amount to anything, or if she will just give up and run the next time something happens. Why wouldn't she, she has in the past, there is nothing keeping her with me. If there is any emotion, any true feelings, I think they are hide. She's painted herself a mask, it protects her from everything... everyone. Even those who she should let in, she won't. I'm not sure why. I would spend my whole life tearing down each brick, washing off each layer of paint she's lathered on. If she'd let me. She won't. She refuses to let anyone in. So why bother trying? I'm not sure, but there is something there, something that draws me to her. Its like electricity, every time I see her... Boom. Maybe I'm crazy, I'm pretty sure that I am, but I feel it.
"Hey." I nudge her a bit, breaking the silence. She tilts her head ever so slightly, the smile still on her lips. "Let's go for a walk."
"I don't think I can walk... Not far at least." she sighs, obviously defeated, and fed up. I would be too, if I was bed ridden. Some days I do wish I could just lie down and never wake up. Everything would go away. Then I snap back, remembering I have two children to support, two children who need me. I need them too. The river runs both ways, its that simple. They're my life.
"I'll push you." I suggest, I sit up carefully, she balances against the wall. A wheel chair sits in the corner of the room. I bring it closer to the bed helping her in. She rolls her eyes. I know how much she is hating this. Having to let someone else take care of her. Something she is not use too. Not at all.
"I hate this." I laugh, she obviously doesn't think this is funny. A frown is strewn across her face. Geez, lighten up Abby. We're just going for a walk... or you're going for a ride, or a push. No need to get all cranky. "What?" She asks, her voice full of annoyance.
"You're so cute when you're like this."
"Like what? Hospitalized? Unable to walk? Heartbroken? Vulnerable? Torn apart?" I didn't mean to offend her, nor did I mean any of those things when I made that comment.
"Pouting." I say a little irritated, not enjoying being snapped at. She mouths the word 'oh,' as I push her out the hospital entrance.
Its a pretty nice day, the suns out, the wind isn't too insane. It gently blows through Abby's hair, which she seems to enjoy. A little freedom from the hospital life. Its one thing when your the nurse, another when you're the patient. She watches people walk by her, something I can't say I've ever seen Abby do. She always seems so caught up in her own life, her own woes, that she doesn't see what's going on around her. Not a lot of people do. But its pretty amazing. The way people interact, each differently. It makes you wonder how we can all come together in this world, how manage... Someday I don't think we are managing so well, but when the day is done, for the most part, its okay. The different lifestyles, different cultures, colours of skin... They can mesh. If we could just all always mesh... I shake my head, realising how stupid I have suddenly become. I focus more on Abby... She fiddles with the foam on the arm of the chair.
"Its pretty nice out, huh?" I try to make small talk, its usually pretty easy for us. Right now she just seems content on people watching. She nods in response, then turns back to her aforementioned duties. "I use to come down here a lot, Becca and I use to bring the kids down here." I say as we had more towards the river. "I haven't been down here in a while. Too many memories."
"I know what you mean. Those places where you use to go to feel safe, no longer feel so safe." Its like she read my mind. I stop by a bench, parking the chair there. She looks at me, as I am about to sit down, she reaches her hand out, and I suddenly get it. I help her out of the chair, she sits down next to me on the bench. A few people walk by giving us strange looks, yah so maybe sitting on a bench in the middle of the day in your pyjamas is a little weird. Abby doesn't seem to mind though. I didn't think she would.
"Where's Luka?" She shakes her head, pushing her uncooperative hair out of her eyes.
"Where he belongs. Africa." She continues to stare out, never making eye contact with me, never even glancing at me. Me on the other hand, I can't take my eyes off of her.
"Oh, sorry." I offer lamely. She swallows hard before laughing.
"No... Don't be. I'm glad he's gone. We wouldn't work, we didn't work when we were together, nothings changed. Except I was almost road kill. Other than that, we are the same people. We couldn't do it." That may be the best thing. I rest my head in my hands, she slowly places a hand on my back, it creeps up to my hair. Running through it carelessly, before cupping my cheek with it. I look at her slowly, our eyes meeting. The moment is here. Everything clicks, suddenly fitting into place. As much as I try to fight it I can't. Not anymore. I remove her hand from my cheek, sitting up. I lean forward, ever so carefully, making sure she feels the same I do. She smiles a little, uh huh, my signal. Our lips brush, we've done this many times before. Yet this time feels different, new... She slides her tongue across my lip, I pull away, still smiling. Her arms encircle my neck, and I pull her closely. Her chest resting against mine. Its moments like this, days like this, that I wish I could just freeze time, slow everything down. Hold on for just a second longer. Everything feels right, I know in a few days, or hours even, this moment will be buried, no longer in our memories, over ridden with all the pain. The pain that seems to lurk over us, waiting for the perfect moment then attacking. Sinking its teeth in. Her hands run down my back, I capture it in my own, pulling away to plant a kiss on her lips. This one quicker, simpler, but with the same intensity. She smiles a little.
"Don't you have a shift to work?" She asks, still smiling.
"You trying to get rid of me?" She shrugs, I help her up. I'll grab of coffee on the way back to work, it will help me stay awake, since someone interrupted my sleep. Although, I am kind of glad they did. They made my day. She sits in the chair, as we head back to the hospital, grabbing a cup of coffee on the way in. Before we can make it into the hospital two small people bound over to us. A smile on one of their faces, a frown on the other.
"Abby!" Seb screeches as he leaps forward, almost jumping into her arms. I figure that's probably not the best thing for her. To have a tiny body leap into her already fragile body, if she isn't completely broken now, she will be by the time he's finished cannon balling into her lap. I grab him, pulling him into my own arms.
"Sebastian, lets be gentle with Abby... Okay?" He nods reluctantly. I set him down a safe distance away from Abby, I don't need him hurting her. It will only make it harder to do all those kinky things in bed with her, if he does. Maddie stays a distance away, watching as Sebastian tells Abby a story. I approach her, enveloping her tiny body into my arms. She lays her head on my shouldering, heaving a deep sigh.
"You want to go see Abby?" She shakes her head no, I look back at Seb and Abby, we are a pretty far distance away.
"Why not?" I ask taking her hands in mine, I am now at eye level with her. She shrugs at me, before looking down at the dirt covered ground. "You were really worried about her before." She just looks at me, a blank expression on her face. I hate it, these women are all the same.
"Is she okay?" She asks, tears obvious in her voice. She covers her face with her hands, taking a deep breath, once she moves her hand its not even noticeable that she once had red eyes, from gathered tears.
"Yeah she is going to be fine. She'd really like to see you sweetie." She just shakes her head. Susan appears, Madison takes this opportunity to leap into her arms. Freeing herself from my persistent questioning. I stand up sighing. Susan gives me an empathetic look, while rubbing Maddies back soothingly.
"I'm heading home, why don't I take the kids, you can pick them up on your way home..." I give Susan a questioning look. I'm off, in about half an hour, why would I go to all the trouble of Susan taking them, then me picking them up. Its out of my way, doesn't make sense... Oh...
"Uh-" She looks at Abby, right. For some reason Susan seems to support our relationship, or whatever you hell you call it. I wish I knew, but I don't. Its probably better this way. Not quite as defined. I leave Madison with Susan, and prepare to free Abby of Sebastian, when I get over there he is still telling Abby stories, but they are not the usual stories I hear Sebastian tell. Not about television shows, or ninja games, note even about Karate class... These ones are different. I stop about five feet away, neither one seeing me at first. I listen to Sebastian tell stories, not true stories, ones he's obviously conjured up, about his mom. I watch as Abby listens intently. I'm not sure what brought on these particular emotions on Sebastian's part. It could be that everyone else seems to be remembering Becca, given Abby's current state, and he feels left out. Because he really doesn't know anything about her. I hear him repeat a story I tell him about Becky...
"... Then I puked all over her brand new dress." Oh yes, the time we were on our way to the benefit and Sebastian must of caught a bug, he threw up all over Becca's new dress. I chuckle to myself at the memory, the look on her face was priceless. My sudden outburst of laughter makes my presence known. They both turn and smile at me.
"Bastian, why don't you go with Susan, she's going to take you home with her..." Sebastian plants a kiss on Abby's cheek.
"Bye Abby." He smiles.
"Bye Sebastian." She chuckles, I watch him join Madison and Susan, they head over to get a piece of pie, from across the street. Great, give them sugar.
I push her back into the hospital, silence envelopes us once again. It doesn't bother me, its nice. Just to be able to be in a comfortable with her is reassuring. We get up to her room, the smile that was once on her face, is now gone. She's back in he, all alone. I'll come to visit her again, right after my shift. Promise.
"Hey, I'll come visit you after my shift." She rolls her eyes, I lift her up and plop her down, gently, onto the bed. She holds onto my hand, just as I am about to leave. Leaving her is proving to be more difficult then leaving my kids. They usually glue themselves to my legs, she's doing the same thing, but to my hand.
"Ugh-" She throws her head back, her grip still firm on my hand. I try to pry her fingers off, she won't let me. I give up, Kerry will only yell for about ten minutes, I can go through that for her. I grab a chair and sit down next to her.
"I hope you know that Kerry's going to kill me, and its all your fault." She shrugs, thanks for caring Abby.
I hold her hand for a moment, then lean forward. The glint of something around her neck catches my eye. I don't ever remember her wearing a necklace before, at least not one that looks like that. I reach out to grab it, but she grabs my wrist, giving me a questioning look. I slowly lift my eyes to meet hers... She looks down at her neck, her mouth forms an "O" shape. Yah, something weird is going on here. She does a double take of the necklace as well. Giving me a wondering look... Its her necklace, why is she asking me about it. I look back at her, she shrugs, so I take my hand away from hers and pick it up. Zoey? Zoey? Whose Zoey? I look at her, showing her the inscription. Her face goes blank, a new emotion then seems to take her over. I am not sure what one, shock? Amazement? Happiness? I'm not sure. I move my fingers, gently along the chain, only to see another part of the necklace has slipped behind her neck. Its a ring. I hold it in my fingers... Why does she have this? How does she have this? It was buried with her...
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I run my fingers over her jagged knuckles. Her rough skin scraping against my own. She flinches ever so slightly as I brush against a bruise on her hand. She looks up, trying to meet gazes. She's pining. Looking for any piece of evidence I may have tried to hide. I run my fingers through her hair, getting caught in the tangled mess. She looks better, not quite as... Run over. A smile slips over her lips, as our eyes meet once again. "So..." She says in a sing song voice, her eyes shining, as her voice slowly dies out. A playful smile present on her face.
"So, what?" I play dumb, she rolls her eyes, obviously exasperated. What? Things have been complicated lately, for me to pour my heart out, although it seems as though there is no heart, just an empty hole, would be ridiculous. Maybe its the way to go. Telling anyone else would be awkward, but telling her seems right. Maybe the only right thing at the moment. She is about to open her mouth, scold me for playing dumb, but I start speaking before she can. "I think I've been lying to myself." A look of confusion washes over her. I bring her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her waist. Wanting to be as close as possible right now. She nuzzles her head against my chest, sighing as I continue. "With Becca..." She now looks more confused then ever, she tries to interject, but I quickly place a finger over her lips. Wanting to explain to her without any interruptions, what is wrong. "I was living a lie. In a fairy tale. I built this fairy tale up in my mind, thinking that, that Becca and I were perfect, meant to be. Nothing could ever go wrong. When she died, that fairy tale was crushed. I realised that it wasn't possible. Perfection was a lie, a glossed over truth. It wasn't possible, it just wasn't. The day she died, I realised it. I figured my life had ended... The fairy tale ended." I pause watching her for a moment, taking in her reaction. Her face is blank. She plays with the buttons on my shirt, nodding her head in my direction, urging me to continue. "Turns out the fairy tale had ended long before her death. It didn't even exist. She cheated on me." I laugh a little. Too many emotions, unable to pick which one to run on. The feelings start to overwhelm me. Now that I've told her it seems a little more real. Life seems more real. She gently squeezes my hand, as she continues to nervously fiddle with the buttons of my shirt. She manages to pop one open, giggling a little, before looking up at me.
"I don't know what to say. I wish I did. But nothing I say..." She swallows, "nothing I say is going to take your pain away." She says gently. "Its still going to hurt..." She's right.
"I know." I sigh, "Its okay... I guess it feels better to tell someone." We sit in compatible silence, our hearts beating somewhat in sync, if that's even possible. I'm not sure. I'm not sure if any of this is real, if it will amount to anything, or if she will just give up and run the next time something happens. Why wouldn't she, she has in the past, there is nothing keeping her with me. If there is any emotion, any true feelings, I think they are hide. She's painted herself a mask, it protects her from everything... everyone. Even those who she should let in, she won't. I'm not sure why. I would spend my whole life tearing down each brick, washing off each layer of paint she's lathered on. If she'd let me. She won't. She refuses to let anyone in. So why bother trying? I'm not sure, but there is something there, something that draws me to her. Its like electricity, every time I see her... Boom. Maybe I'm crazy, I'm pretty sure that I am, but I feel it.
"Hey." I nudge her a bit, breaking the silence. She tilts her head ever so slightly, the smile still on her lips. "Let's go for a walk."
"I don't think I can walk... Not far at least." she sighs, obviously defeated, and fed up. I would be too, if I was bed ridden. Some days I do wish I could just lie down and never wake up. Everything would go away. Then I snap back, remembering I have two children to support, two children who need me. I need them too. The river runs both ways, its that simple. They're my life.
"I'll push you." I suggest, I sit up carefully, she balances against the wall. A wheel chair sits in the corner of the room. I bring it closer to the bed helping her in. She rolls her eyes. I know how much she is hating this. Having to let someone else take care of her. Something she is not use too. Not at all.
"I hate this." I laugh, she obviously doesn't think this is funny. A frown is strewn across her face. Geez, lighten up Abby. We're just going for a walk... or you're going for a ride, or a push. No need to get all cranky. "What?" She asks, her voice full of annoyance.
"You're so cute when you're like this."
"Like what? Hospitalized? Unable to walk? Heartbroken? Vulnerable? Torn apart?" I didn't mean to offend her, nor did I mean any of those things when I made that comment.
"Pouting." I say a little irritated, not enjoying being snapped at. She mouths the word 'oh,' as I push her out the hospital entrance.
Its a pretty nice day, the suns out, the wind isn't too insane. It gently blows through Abby's hair, which she seems to enjoy. A little freedom from the hospital life. Its one thing when your the nurse, another when you're the patient. She watches people walk by her, something I can't say I've ever seen Abby do. She always seems so caught up in her own life, her own woes, that she doesn't see what's going on around her. Not a lot of people do. But its pretty amazing. The way people interact, each differently. It makes you wonder how we can all come together in this world, how manage... Someday I don't think we are managing so well, but when the day is done, for the most part, its okay. The different lifestyles, different cultures, colours of skin... They can mesh. If we could just all always mesh... I shake my head, realising how stupid I have suddenly become. I focus more on Abby... She fiddles with the foam on the arm of the chair.
"Its pretty nice out, huh?" I try to make small talk, its usually pretty easy for us. Right now she just seems content on people watching. She nods in response, then turns back to her aforementioned duties. "I use to come down here a lot, Becca and I use to bring the kids down here." I say as we had more towards the river. "I haven't been down here in a while. Too many memories."
"I know what you mean. Those places where you use to go to feel safe, no longer feel so safe." Its like she read my mind. I stop by a bench, parking the chair there. She looks at me, as I am about to sit down, she reaches her hand out, and I suddenly get it. I help her out of the chair, she sits down next to me on the bench. A few people walk by giving us strange looks, yah so maybe sitting on a bench in the middle of the day in your pyjamas is a little weird. Abby doesn't seem to mind though. I didn't think she would.
"Where's Luka?" She shakes her head, pushing her uncooperative hair out of her eyes.
"Where he belongs. Africa." She continues to stare out, never making eye contact with me, never even glancing at me. Me on the other hand, I can't take my eyes off of her.
"Oh, sorry." I offer lamely. She swallows hard before laughing.
"No... Don't be. I'm glad he's gone. We wouldn't work, we didn't work when we were together, nothings changed. Except I was almost road kill. Other than that, we are the same people. We couldn't do it." That may be the best thing. I rest my head in my hands, she slowly places a hand on my back, it creeps up to my hair. Running through it carelessly, before cupping my cheek with it. I look at her slowly, our eyes meeting. The moment is here. Everything clicks, suddenly fitting into place. As much as I try to fight it I can't. Not anymore. I remove her hand from my cheek, sitting up. I lean forward, ever so carefully, making sure she feels the same I do. She smiles a little, uh huh, my signal. Our lips brush, we've done this many times before. Yet this time feels different, new... She slides her tongue across my lip, I pull away, still smiling. Her arms encircle my neck, and I pull her closely. Her chest resting against mine. Its moments like this, days like this, that I wish I could just freeze time, slow everything down. Hold on for just a second longer. Everything feels right, I know in a few days, or hours even, this moment will be buried, no longer in our memories, over ridden with all the pain. The pain that seems to lurk over us, waiting for the perfect moment then attacking. Sinking its teeth in. Her hands run down my back, I capture it in my own, pulling away to plant a kiss on her lips. This one quicker, simpler, but with the same intensity. She smiles a little.
"Don't you have a shift to work?" She asks, still smiling.
"You trying to get rid of me?" She shrugs, I help her up. I'll grab of coffee on the way back to work, it will help me stay awake, since someone interrupted my sleep. Although, I am kind of glad they did. They made my day. She sits in the chair, as we head back to the hospital, grabbing a cup of coffee on the way in. Before we can make it into the hospital two small people bound over to us. A smile on one of their faces, a frown on the other.
"Abby!" Seb screeches as he leaps forward, almost jumping into her arms. I figure that's probably not the best thing for her. To have a tiny body leap into her already fragile body, if she isn't completely broken now, she will be by the time he's finished cannon balling into her lap. I grab him, pulling him into my own arms.
"Sebastian, lets be gentle with Abby... Okay?" He nods reluctantly. I set him down a safe distance away from Abby, I don't need him hurting her. It will only make it harder to do all those kinky things in bed with her, if he does. Maddie stays a distance away, watching as Sebastian tells Abby a story. I approach her, enveloping her tiny body into my arms. She lays her head on my shouldering, heaving a deep sigh.
"You want to go see Abby?" She shakes her head no, I look back at Seb and Abby, we are a pretty far distance away.
"Why not?" I ask taking her hands in mine, I am now at eye level with her. She shrugs at me, before looking down at the dirt covered ground. "You were really worried about her before." She just looks at me, a blank expression on her face. I hate it, these women are all the same.
"Is she okay?" She asks, tears obvious in her voice. She covers her face with her hands, taking a deep breath, once she moves her hand its not even noticeable that she once had red eyes, from gathered tears.
"Yeah she is going to be fine. She'd really like to see you sweetie." She just shakes her head. Susan appears, Madison takes this opportunity to leap into her arms. Freeing herself from my persistent questioning. I stand up sighing. Susan gives me an empathetic look, while rubbing Maddies back soothingly.
"I'm heading home, why don't I take the kids, you can pick them up on your way home..." I give Susan a questioning look. I'm off, in about half an hour, why would I go to all the trouble of Susan taking them, then me picking them up. Its out of my way, doesn't make sense... Oh...
"Uh-" She looks at Abby, right. For some reason Susan seems to support our relationship, or whatever you hell you call it. I wish I knew, but I don't. Its probably better this way. Not quite as defined. I leave Madison with Susan, and prepare to free Abby of Sebastian, when I get over there he is still telling Abby stories, but they are not the usual stories I hear Sebastian tell. Not about television shows, or ninja games, note even about Karate class... These ones are different. I stop about five feet away, neither one seeing me at first. I listen to Sebastian tell stories, not true stories, ones he's obviously conjured up, about his mom. I watch as Abby listens intently. I'm not sure what brought on these particular emotions on Sebastian's part. It could be that everyone else seems to be remembering Becca, given Abby's current state, and he feels left out. Because he really doesn't know anything about her. I hear him repeat a story I tell him about Becky...
"... Then I puked all over her brand new dress." Oh yes, the time we were on our way to the benefit and Sebastian must of caught a bug, he threw up all over Becca's new dress. I chuckle to myself at the memory, the look on her face was priceless. My sudden outburst of laughter makes my presence known. They both turn and smile at me.
"Bastian, why don't you go with Susan, she's going to take you home with her..." Sebastian plants a kiss on Abby's cheek.
"Bye Abby." He smiles.
"Bye Sebastian." She chuckles, I watch him join Madison and Susan, they head over to get a piece of pie, from across the street. Great, give them sugar.
I push her back into the hospital, silence envelopes us once again. It doesn't bother me, its nice. Just to be able to be in a comfortable with her is reassuring. We get up to her room, the smile that was once on her face, is now gone. She's back in he, all alone. I'll come to visit her again, right after my shift. Promise.
"Hey, I'll come visit you after my shift." She rolls her eyes, I lift her up and plop her down, gently, onto the bed. She holds onto my hand, just as I am about to leave. Leaving her is proving to be more difficult then leaving my kids. They usually glue themselves to my legs, she's doing the same thing, but to my hand.
"Ugh-" She throws her head back, her grip still firm on my hand. I try to pry her fingers off, she won't let me. I give up, Kerry will only yell for about ten minutes, I can go through that for her. I grab a chair and sit down next to her.
"I hope you know that Kerry's going to kill me, and its all your fault." She shrugs, thanks for caring Abby.
I hold her hand for a moment, then lean forward. The glint of something around her neck catches my eye. I don't ever remember her wearing a necklace before, at least not one that looks like that. I reach out to grab it, but she grabs my wrist, giving me a questioning look. I slowly lift my eyes to meet hers... She looks down at her neck, her mouth forms an "O" shape. Yah, something weird is going on here. She does a double take of the necklace as well. Giving me a wondering look... Its her necklace, why is she asking me about it. I look back at her, she shrugs, so I take my hand away from hers and pick it up. Zoey? Zoey? Whose Zoey? I look at her, showing her the inscription. Her face goes blank, a new emotion then seems to take her over. I am not sure what one, shock? Amazement? Happiness? I'm not sure. I move my fingers, gently along the chain, only to see another part of the necklace has slipped behind her neck. Its a ring. I hold it in my fingers... Why does she have this? How does she have this? It was buried with her...
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Tilde8884- I don't think this will be as long as Hate To Love And Back, but I think we will hit it pretty high, regarding chapters.
Kayla- Thanks, just took a few chapters before it was completly clear I guess...
smilez4eva- Hmmmm the necklace... hmmm lol read chapters oh jeese like 18-25 thats all that stuff lol