"Not a bad concert, huh?" Bria asked Shane, who was driving her home as he had promised.

"Nope, not at all," Shane said, "I'm pretty sure Matt enjoyed it!"

"Really, you think?" Bria asked sarcastically, laughing. Matt had been raving about the concert all the way out into the parking lot. Both Bria and Shane were relieved that they didn't have to listen to him all the way home.

Shane glanced over at Bria for a moment as he drove The way the moonlight reflect off her skin through the window made her appear rather angelic.

'All right, enough's enough! When I park in her driveway I'm going to tell her- What the hell?!'

"What's going on?!" Bria leaned forward, startled. Outside of her house she and Shane could see flashing lights. Before Shane could even park the car Bria jumped out of it.

"Bria! Wait!" Shane called after her, but it was no use. She was already out of his sight.

Outside of Bria's house police cars and an ambulance were parked.

"What's going on?" Bria asked, fighting her way toward her house through the crowd of neighbors and strangers gathered in front of it.

"Miss, stay back!" One police officer ordered her. She was a short and stocky lady, with dark hair that was pulled back into a tight bun.

"This...this is my house! What's going on?!" Bria asked desperately, her heart pounding and stomach in knots.

"Are you Miss Brianna Justus?" The woman asked her.

"Yes, I am!" Bria nodded her head furiously, desperate to know what was going on.

"Come with me," the lady said, taking Bria by the arm, attempting to guide her away from the crowd.

Bria twisted her arm, taking the woman's grip, and demanded, "What the FUCK is going on?!"

"Miss, please calm down," The woman insisted, "Your mother has been murdered."

"Bria!" Shane called, attempting to make his way through the crowd. He then saw a blur of red hair run past him and out of the crowd. Shane followed it.

Bria ran as fast as she could down the street, away from the crowd. No, it didn't happen. It couldn't have happened. This was all a sick joke, or a bad dream. She would wake up soon in her warm bed, smelling her mom's waffles, hearing her mom rummaging around the kitchen for God knows what, the only worry on her mind being how to tell Shane she liked him. Her mom was not dead. Her mom was not murdered. Not by the man who had impregnated her mom. Not by Bria's own father. The man she hadn't seen in sixteen years, and wouldn't have known had he stood a foot away from her. That man did no shoot her mom and then turn the gun on himself...

Shane followed Bria's silhouette in the moonlight toward the beach. He could've caught up to her if he had wanted to, but he had no idea what was going on or where she was going.

Shane then stopped in his tracks when he heard the most terrifying and unearthly scream he had ever heard. It nearly ripped his heart out of his chest as it pierced the night sky.

He then cautiously walked up to Bria who had fallen on her knees in the ocean water, sobbing uncontrollably. Shane knelt in front of her, but before he could say anything she wrapped her arms around him and sobbed into his chest.

"God, I'm sorry baby," Shane whispered into her hair, still not sure what he was sorry for, but it really didn't matter, "I'll never let anything hurt you again."

Shane wasn't sure how long he sat there in the water holding her, but didn't care, because he would've sat there forever if she had asked him to.

Okay, I know this chapter was short, but I thought this whole scene should stand alone since it's such an important part in the story, especially for Bria. Review please!