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Won't say anything. Please read.

Chapter 4

She sat on the bench alone. Of course she was alone. No one cared enough to wonder where she was. It was nothing new.

The girl was only thirteen. Yet, knew what it felt like to be alone, scared... and faithless. Her parents were off doing God knows what at some dinner party that they had not been willing to take her to. She was never allowed to go to dinner parties. Her parents were afraid of what she might say. Something that would involve her new obsession. It was nothing new. She was used to it.

But, it wasn't like she would throw a temper tantrum over not being able to go. She could really care less if she could go or not. She didn't like being around crowds. And the one party she had gone to, she had embarrassed herself by talking about how much she loved trees.

That night she had attracted quite a crowd. That night was the night that she met St. Jimmy. He had come up to her after she had blurted out her obsession and told her about how he was sorry that everyone had laughed. They had become friends. But their friendship had slowly turned from fondness of each others company into needing each other desperately.

They tried to be together as much as possible. He would go over to her house when her parents were gone. She would meet him at the park. Anything like that.

But today was different. She had been waiting for Jimmy for three hours, and he still hadn't come. It wasn't like him at all... to just let her be there waiting. If he wasn't going to meet her he would have told her. Called her; he would have done something.

"Babe!" she heard a voice call to her.

She smiled softly and looked up at him, he wasn't smiling. "What's wrong, Darling?"

"Something's happened. Come on." Jimmy said to her, pulling her up from her seat.

"What is it?"

"I'm not one to tell you. I'm sorry."

"But Jimmy-"

"Just come on!"

She didn't like Jimmy like this; he could scare her so badly. He led her back to her house. She stared at him, wondering why on earth he would take her there.

"Jimmy please, just tell me!" she screamed, as Jimmy pulled her sharply around a corner.

Jimmy shook his head, as if in pain of telling her, and pointed towards her house. She turned around and looked at her house. It was in flames. Her mouth opened in shock and she felt tears begin to form at her eyes.

"What happened?" she whispered with tears falling from her eyes.

"The house was set on fire. No one knows what happened though." said Jimmy, his voice extremely high. He tried to hold her, but she pulled away.

She ran as fast as she could over to the house. Two firemen grabbed her arms and held her back. "Miss we can't let you go over there!"

"But that's my house! My parents are in there!" she screamed, struggling to get out of their grasps.

"What's your name, Miss?" one asked her.

"Rouge McKay! Let me go!" Rouge shrieked.

"Miss please!" the other said and she kicked them both in the shins.

They her go. Rouge ran over into her yard and stopped. She began to sob as she watched the firemen try to put out the roaring flames. She felt Jimmy stand beside her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. Rouge wrapped her arms around his neck and cried into his jumper.

"I'm sorry Rouge," Jimmy told her softly, kissing the top of her head.

"Me too." she whimpered and closed her eyes.

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Violet sat bolt right up in bed shaking. What had she just seen?

She looked around the room and got out of bed. She made her way to the door, letting herself out. Violet stepped out of the room and moved quietly to Rouge's room. Knocking on the door softly, she heard a groan and a movement of feet.

"Violet!" Rouge whined when she opened the door and saw who it was. "Its three o'clock in the morning!"

"I'm sorry I need to talk to you," she said and walked inside.

"What is it?" asked Rouge as she and Violet sat down on her bed.

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen. Why-"

"Did your parents die in a fire when you were thirteen?"

"Yes! How do you know-"

"How old is Jimmy?"

"Sixteen. Now Violet what on earth are you asking this for? Why aren't you-"

"Do you love Jimmy?"

Violet watched as Rouge held her heart and looked at her as if she was crazy. "Where did you hear that?"

"I had a... a dream, and you and Jimmy loved each other," she stuttered.

"Violet, what you know is a secret. I don't know how you would know this. But, yes. It's true. Jimmy and I are together." Rouge sighed.

"Then why do you two act like you hate each other so much?"

"I don't know," she said shaking her head. "We just get like that around other people I suppose."

"To cover it up?" Violet suggested.

"Yes. But, please, Violet. Don't tell anyone!"

"I won't. Don't worry. Goodnight." Violet told her and walked out.

She backed up against the wall once she heard the door lock. So what she had seen was real. She needed rest, and a lot of it.