~Okay, well I know that I left some people hanging on the last chapter so here you go, and thanks to anyone who took the time to review on my last chapter~

CHAPTER 3

Both, Theresa and Paloma, got home late that night. They had been hanging out with their new friends. Fox and Dylan, had also gotten home late that night, but they didn't care they were used to it. Theresa, and Paloma, were not so used to it, so when it was time to get up they were extra tired.

"Tell me again, why do we have to get up so early?" Paloma whined.

Theresa groaned. "Like I have said fifty times already, we have to go to the funeral." Theresa said slowing down, when she got to the end of the sentence.

Paloma noticed her sister pale at the mention of the funeral, and she could beat herself for even bringing it up at all.

"Sorry, T." Paloma apologized using her sisters nickname.

Theresa smiled at what Paloma had called her, she hadn't heard that name in ages. "Don't worry about it." She reassured her younger sister.

Soon after, they were headed to the funeral which was to be held at the Crane Mansion.

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Once Theresa and Paloma arrived they walked inside a place that neither of them ever thought they would see again.

Paloma had left Theresa alone so she could go pray. Theresa said that she would wait to pray, she was just too fragile at the time.

He saw her standing alone at her mother's casket, tears rolling down her cheeks freely.

"Theresa?" He asked softly, touching her shoulder.

She jumped startled, and then turned around.

"Hi." She said softly, not even above a whisper, while the tears still roamed down her cheeks.

There was a long silence that followed, one that made them both feel extremely uncomfortable.

"How are you holding up?" He asked, looking deep into her eyes, and seeing all the pain they held.

He could her tense up, but she still put up a strong front.

"Well, I don't know how much more I can take. First my son, and now mama." She cried freely into his shoulder, as he held her tight.

"Shhh, Theresa, it will be okay, I promise, everything will be fine." He reassured her, still holding tightly, never wanting to let go, for fear that he would someday soon lose her, the way she was losing so many people. The problem was that things only got worse for her, not better, but he didn't know that.

Once the funeral ended, she and Paloma left, but Paloma drove, and she refused to let Theresa behind of the wheel, because of all of the stress she has been under.

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She screamed. She was afraid. She didn't want to let go, because then it would all be over, so she ran. She ran as fast as she could, but something was happening to her, she kept falling. She couldn't stand straight, and she was fearful. All of the blood, so much blood.

Then, she gasped. She saw it. There it was, right in front of her face, and she backed away, but she couldn't, because there was a wall there. She was trapped. She couldn't go anywhere, she was cornered. She started to turn, and run away, but she felt someone touch her shoulder, from behind. She slowly turned around, and saw him.

Instead of either of them saying anything, they looked around and saw that flames were everywhere. He grabbed her hand, and squeezed it to reassure her that everything would be okay.

Then, everything started to close in on them.

"RUN." He yelled, and grabbed her hand pulling her with him. He hung on her hand tightly afraid that if he let her go, he wouldn't be able to save her, if she couldn't run anymore.

He wouldn't let her go until he knew she was safe, and by the looks of it, that wasn't happening any time soon. They ran, and ran, never letting go of one another.

Suddenly she stopped running. She couldn't go anymore.

"What are you doing?" He asked when she stopped.

She had tears running down her face, and she was panting, and holding her stomach. "I can't do this, it is just too hard, I'm sorry." She replied, but he wasn't about to let her give up now.

"NO, he replied, I won't let you give up. You can do this. I know you can." He replied holding her up so she did not fall, because her legs were about to give out from under her.

"Please, go, I can't do this. Not now." She practically begged.

"I won't leave you." He replied firmly. "You either come now, or we will both stay here and die."

She couldn't let him die because of her, so she gave in, and let him help her walk. She would do it on her own, but she was having serious cramps.

Out of nowhere, two gun shots were heard, and she was injured, but he was gone.

Like five years earlier, Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald woke up in a cold sweat. A nightmare. She hadn't had one for five years, and suddenly another one came. She just prayed that this one didn't come true.

NEXT CHAPTER:

• Does her nightmare come true, and if so, can she prevent it from coming completely true?

• Somebody is injured, who, and how?

~Okay, I personally thought that this chapter was my best one yet. Please review and tell me what you thought. The next chapter gets interesting, but that is as much as I am going to say. I was only able to make a pretty good sized chapter, because I didn't have a lot of homework, but the chapters will be shorter when I have a lot of homework, and a lot of chores. Just warning you. I still plan on updating at least once a day, but it depends on how busy I am, and how much time I have~