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C-CHAN96 : I think you might just like this chapter, hint, hint – Plenty of Charlie lol. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!

ANE : Oh I love a good vent about all sorts of issues. We ought to get together and vent, you know like put the world to rights lol. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!

KATIE : So you're still breathing after the last chapter lol – Just thought I'd um, get ya lol. Of course you're a psycho stalker, but I don't mind really lol. Yeah Connie was being pretty brave wasn't she, but I kinda figured, you know, people always believe they'd just do whatever they told you, but I do believe in real life if you are quite a standy up for yourself kinda person – which Connie is, I mean she's been on an all boys team for God knows how long – then you'd be really brave lol. Course Guy and Julie could still redeem themselves if Connie died, can't think exactly how, but they could – thank heavens that won't be in this chapter lol. YAY double wedding lol. Of course people passing would be "Wow they must be celebrities or something" – mainly because they'd be right lol. Sleep deprivation is quite fun, isn't it, you get all incoherent and only close friends and family know what you mean, then of course you end up getting wide awake and all giddy and stuff – or is that just me lol. Right for my song - Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl, with yellow feathers in her hair, and a dress cut down to there, she would marengue, and do the cha-cha, and while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar, across the crowded floor, they worked from eight to four, they were young and they had each other, who could ask for more? At the copa-copacabana, the hottest spot north of Havana, at the copa-copacabana, music and passion were always the fashion, at the copa they fellin' love. His name was Rico, he wore a diamond, he was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancin' there and when she finished, he called her over, but Rico went a bit too far, Tony sailed across the bar, and then the punches flew, and chairs were smashed in two, there was blood and a single gunshot, but just who shot who? At the copa-copacabana, the hottest spot north of Havana, at the copa-copacabana, music and passion were always the fashion, at the copa, she lost her love. Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl, but that was thirty years ago, when they used to have a show, now it's a disco, but not for Lola, still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair, she sits there so refined, and drinks herself half blind, she lost her youth and her Tony, now she's lost her mind. At the copa-copacabana, the hottest spot north of Havana, at the copa-copacabana, music and passion were always the fashion, at the copa don't fall in love – Barry Manilow, Copa-Cabana. I just had this song in my head, cause I've just watched the episode of Friends, where Rachel sings it at Barry and Mindy's wedding. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!

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Chapter 5

CHARLIE'S P.O.V

Julie had been allowed out, and I can't tell you the relief that washed over me when she emerged. We all ran to her, wanting to keep her close to us. I knew the experience would have left her shaken and very nervous. Though the second she mentioned that Connie was still in there, the panic set in again. Even more so when we heard a gun shot and her screaming. I had always seen her as my little sister, and every single one of my instincts were telling me to get in there and protect her. I would give my life just for her to keep hers. I hated just having to stand around and wait for news on whether she was dead or not, I felt useless and began fidgeting like I was stood on hot coals.

"Conway, she'll be fine, we're talking about Connie here. She's probably the one doing the shooting". Fulton tried and failed at being positive.

"If she's the one with the gun then why hasn't she come out yet". I said back, though there was no malice in my tone.

CONNIE'S P.O.V

"You know what to do"? I winked at my fellow hostages, they nodded. "Right is there anything in particular you'd like"? I said loud enough for them to hear.

"Some fries or something". Brian, the older guy said.

"Whoa, you ain't going nowhere". I was told, as I was pushed back into my seat.

"Why? It isn't as though I'm gonna be able to escape. Look we all know that we're gonna end up going in that truck with you. At least if I can cook us all something, then you won't have any complaints that we're hungry". I tried convincing hem.

"Fine, but you go and lock that back door". The leader instructed the younger guy.

He lead the way, and grabbed the key that hung on the wall and locked it, before going back to the room, taking the key with him. Great, that wasn't part of the plan, I needed to be able to get out of that door. I decided I still had to go ahead with the plan, I began heating the fryer up. When it was hot enough, I glanced through the door, toward Brian, Keira and Sam, giving them a quick nod as if to say any second now. I turned back to the kitchen, retrieving a cup of water.

I knew what I was about was the most dangerous thing I'd ever do, but it was a risk I had to take. My hands were shaking as I stepped closer to the fryer. I took a deep breath, standing a few steps away from the fryer, and tossed the cup in, jumping to the floor. Immediately I heard a bang and the soaring heat behind me. The next thing I heard was some screaming and the sound of smashing glass. Somehow I knew they'd all made it out, don't ask me how, but I knew. I began crawling toward the main door, not lifting my body any higher than few inch from the ground. Once I had gotten out of the kitchen, I began stumbling to my feet. A quick glance around me, told me I had to get out now. I instinctively headed toward the door, but almost everywhere was engulfed in flames. The only place I could get out, was the window, and the blind was still down on it. The last thing I remember was running toward it, jumping onto the booth seat before catapulting myself through the blind and glass.

CHARLIE'S P.O.V

I was getting too impatient now, we had been informed that we had 10 minutes until the van was supposed to arrive. We were all getting a little jittery knowing, that if they got Connie in that van, that would be it, we'd probably never see her alive again. Just as I was about to approach an officer and tell them to do something, Adam began pulling me back, telling me something along the lines of how it wouldn't do any good, we heard this almighty bang, as though someone was setting a bomb off. 3 guys ran out the main door, quickly being arrested, then 3 people broke a window with a chair, before jumping out and running toward us. None of them were Connie.

"Where is she? They've killed her, I know they have". I began getting frantic, as we all were.

"She was ok, she's set fire to the place". A man about my age, told us, as he was embracing what looked like his girlfriend.

"CONNIE". We all began shouting, and pulling forward, all wanting to get into the café and get her out, but there was at least one cop holding each of us back.

Seconds flew by, but they felt like hours, we could see flames engulfing one side of the café, and knew she had very limited escape. I could hear the fire engines siren a few blocks away, but I knew by the time they'd get here, if she wasn't out, they'd be too late.

"C'mon Connie, don't mess around". I began muttering to myself between us all shouting her name.

As if my prayer had been answered, I heard a smashing glass and looked up, to see her body hit the floor with a thud. She didn't move, she laid there motionless. I watched with eagle eyes as a police officer almost crept toward her, and picked her up in his arms, before running back this way with her. The police holding us back all let us go and we made a mad dash toward her. The cop with Connie, had barely reached the ambulance, when the whole café exploded into flames. I turned my attention back to Connie, who was unconscious. She was almost covered in blood, especially from the massive wound on her head, where she's either hit the glass or the floor.

"Stand back". We were ordered. We gave them a little more room, as we watched every movement the paramedics made. "Any of you a relative"? We were asked. I felt like jumping forward and saying, yeah we are, we're her family.

"Yeah, he's her brother". Adam said, before I even had chance to answer the question, it had been answered for me, and I was being pushed into the back of the ambulance. As they were closing the doors, I noticed every one of them either had tears rolling down their cheeks, or tears were nearly overflowing in their eyes.

All the way to the hospital, I didn't take my eyes from her, praying that she'd be ok, but then my subconscious Connie was saying 'don't be stupid, of course I will, I've made it this far, I'm not about to give up'. I smiled knowing they'd probably be the exact same words she'd use.

Before I knew it, Connie was being pulled from the back of the ambulance, and wheeled down corridors, I stayed right by her side, thinking how I never wanted to let her out of my sight again. Suddenly a nurse wrapped her arm around my shoulders, explaining that I couldn't go any further as the doctors needed to treat her. She took me into a relatives room, where she began trying to fill in a form about her.

"What's Connie's full name"? She asked me.

"Constance Ann Moreau". I answered.

"And where does she live"?

"The college dorms". I answered again.

"And you are"?

"Charlie Conway". I was on autopilot not thinking about my answers.

"You have different last names, how can you be her brother"? She asked looking at me quizzically.

"We have different fathers". I explained quickly. I fed her the story we'd made up as kids, when we went through the faze of wishing we were really related.

"Ok, erm, a doctor will come and see you as soon as they know anything. Is there anyone you'd like us to contact"? She asked, and I shook my head, explaining that our friends would be here any minute. She nodded and left me alone.

10 minutes later, the ducks had arrived, and came barging into the relatives room and sitting themselves around me, waiting for me to tell them if there was any news.

"The doctors with her now. We'll know more in bit". I told them.

We sat in silence for a while, probably we were all praying or running the days events through our minds. We'd all searched for her like mad during the day, then her and Julie fighting, then her words when me and Adam went after her, but the most haunting of them all was seeing her crash through that window. I looked up and saw Guy and Julie holding hands. I suddenly felt really angry at them both, they'd really hurt her, and yet here they were still showing off the fact they were together.

"How can you sit in here holding hands as though there's nothing wrong. It's all your fault that she's in here". I said quietly, staring at them.

"What are you talking about Charlie. We'd still be here even if I was still dating her". Guy argued back.

"I don't even know why you're here, you obviously don't care about her, 'cause if you did you wouldn't have cheated on her, with her best friend". I stood up and began pacing the room.

"That's outta order Charlie and you know it". Guy stood up, his eyes fiery. "Of course I care about her, I never stopped caring about her, but you can't help it if your feelings change".

"Wow, so you started having feelings for Julie, it didn't mean that you should have gone behind Connie's back. The least you could have done was end it with her first". I didn't even know where all this was coming from, it had no relevance to what was going on.

"Charlie just calm down, this isn't going to help Connie". Ken said calmly.

I sat back down, and glanced at Julie who was sat opposite me, there were tears pouring down her cheeks, and it was then that I felt a pang of guilt. I was just about to swallow my pride and apologize when the nurse walked in.

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