A/N: Chrios: Aww, you're review put a really big smile on my face. I would dedicate this next chapter to you because of that, but it's a little sad. However, chapter 10 is much happier, so I'll dedicate that one to you. Thank you for the very kind reveiw! :-D Special thanks to colorado2, kursk, Pixichick1, and LVHamlet for reviewing! I hope you enjoy the next "episode".

[3.09] Leaving On Bad Terms

----September 2, 2004----

Amy walked past her older brother's room, glancing inside as she passed by. She sighed. She so desperately wanted her older brother to forgive her and Ephram for sleeping together and having a child, but he hadn't yet. She knew Bright was anrgy at her too, but he only took it out on Ephram. She placed her hand over her 4 month pregnant belly, that seemed to be getting larger by the day. Bright is leaving for college today. Why can't he just forgive us? She thought. She remembered the happy times she'd spent hanging out with Bright, when they were younger, and the happy moments when Bright and Ephram had been 'best buddies'.

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Bright shoved the last shirt into his suitcase and zipped it up; it was crammed to it's limits. This was not his forte. Amy was much better at 'suitcase cramming'. He figured it came natural for girls. He wished she was there to help him. But she did something with his best friend, no his ex-best friend, that he could never forgive. He's caught her glancing in at him, out of the corner of his eye, just a moment ago and a pang filled his heart; but it was quickly replaced by anger and hatred, especially for Ephram Brown. He stood up and grabbed 2 very crammed suticases, that looked as if they would bust at any moment. "This is it, I'm finally leaving." He muttered, as he walked out of his room. His destination was the airport in Denver, where he'd catch a plane at 3:30 P.M. and be off to college, which started this Monday. Today was Thursday and he'd he have about 3 days to get settled in new room on campus.

----3:25 P.M.----

Harold, Rose, Bright, and Amy stood next to the gates that would lead to Bright's plane; it was departing in 5 minutes.

"All passengers for flight three-eighty-three to New York, please bored now. The plane will be departing in five minutes." An Annoucer said, over the intercom.

Bright had been accepted to NYU. He hugged his Father.

"I'm proud of you, Bright." Harold said, as he gave his son a reassuring pat on the back and then pulled away.

"Thanks, Dad." Bright said, before being eveloped in a hug by his Mother. He hugged back, happy to feel his Mother's loving arms. "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Bright Abbott. And don't you forget it! I'm so proud of you, son!" Rose said, as she broke the hug and looked teary eyed. She quickly pulled a tissue from her purse and wiped her eyes and running mascara. "I'm going to miss you so much. Call, write, and make sure you visit when time is allowed!"

Bright grinned. He'd never felt so praised by his parents; Amy had been the one to be praised. "I promise, Mom. Now I really gotta go! The plane leaves in like, two minutes!"

Rose nudged Amy. "Aren't you going to tell your brother bye?"

Amy sighed and placed her hand protectively over her belly. "Bye." She muttered.

Bright picked up his suitcases. "Bye." She said, without emotion. He turned and began to walk towards the gates, when a loud shriek stopped him dead in his tracks. He heart began to race. Amy! He thought, as he turned around and saw his little sister hit the polished wax floor with a loud thud. His suitcases slipped from his hands, like melted butter from a skillet. He raced to his sister's side and kneeled down.

"Call an ambulance!" Harold yelled. "She's unconscious!"