A/N: I do not own the Beyblade characters from any of the Beyblade series…ok here is the next chapter…..R&R

Can I Ever Forgive You?

Part 8

A dark laugh escaped passed my lips as I staggered down the corridor to my bedroom. I felt tiny, small in a whole world of worries and troubles. I so needed to escape.

I lurched into the room; it's surrounds whizzing around me. My head felt light, but at the same time heavy with a dark cloud.

I stumbled to the bathroom door removing my garments as I went. My hand sliding across the tabletop near the entrance swiping a pair of scissors into my lose grip.

The hot water flowed quickly out of the showerhead, beating down hard on my bare skin. The water tore viscously at my flesh but I didn't feel it. My whole body was surged in numbness, darkness.

I adjusted the water to an acceptable temperature. Staring at the glinting object in my lose hand I slid down the tiled wall. Rising the scissors up I jabbed it into my thigh.

Pain immediately surged through my body, replacing my emptiness with a feeling of warmth. The warmth radiating from the thick crimson liquid which flowed interminably down my leg, before being washed quickly down the drain by the pounding water.

I ran my hand along my leg, smudging a racked pattern up my thigh. The black cloud in my head lifted, leaving me with a light headed feeling. Warmth tingling around my body, tugging at my brain. The pain messages getting lost in the dark memories that were pushed aside. I loved this feeling.

I'm free.

My eyes suddenly felt very heavy. I smiled a small smile before the warmth swept me away into a dreamless sleep.

A lady with short pixie blonde hair stood before me. She was surrounded by nothing, just pitch blackness, her body surrounded by a white glow.

A small smile graced her lips. A warm smile, one that felt so familiar, but at the same time lost. The darkness then swallowed her with a piercing scream.

Instantly a tall man with short, wavy black hair, laced with silvery grey stands appeared before me. A neutral expression on his young looking face. The look that I knew so well, there was no expression but I could feel deep down that that was a face of caring.

He opened his strong arms and stepped forward, I felt that I needed to be in his arms. Be embraced with the warmth that I so missed.

I ran forward, or what I thought was running. But every time I took a step it felt as if he was moving further and further away. His face disappearing into the shadows.

No one was left, just me. Surrounded by blackness that I didn't know, didn't recognise.

I collapsed onto the black floor, bringing my knees to my chest I sobbed. Not noticing that the shadows were gathering, ready to attack.

I looked up. My eyes widened with horror. I emitted a piercing scream.

My eyes shot open, instantly being stung by the shower water. Hissing I covered my eyes with my hand.

"Mother….Father…"

I whispered.

Lowering my hand, I stared at the white tiled floor, my mind wondering.

Shaking my head furiously to stop those memories, I struggled to pull myself up. Pain shooting up my leg. Pain which was now unbearable!

I screamed as I collapsed back against the tiles. My body shaking furiously, tears running uncontrollably down my cheeks.

Glaring at the tiles I pushed myself up, ignoring the increasing pain which raged around my body. I fumbled with the handles as I turned the water off.

Stumbling out of the shower tub, I grabbed a towel. Wrapping it tightly around my body, I slowly and unsteadily made my way to the bed.

Getting there was hell; the pain, which clawed at my body, brought fits of shakes to ripple along every limb. Creating a greater burst of pain.

I crumbled onto the black satin bed sheets. Giving into the hurt, I curled myself into a tight ball. Trying to fight away the dark demons, which lurked in my mind.

The fighting was making my mind and body extremely weak. I could not ward off anything any more. My body just gave in, suppressing me into a fearsome slumber until morning.

I craned my eyes open. The blinding sun from the open curtains blared down on me.

"What time is it?"

I asked myself, rolling with great difficulty over onto my side.

The little digital clock flashed 8.00am back at me. My mobile, which was sitting silently next to the clock vibrated, sliding slightly across the tabletop.

Groaning I struggled to sit up, grabbing the phone I flipped it open, accessing the message.

Hi Kitten, well ta gang & I hav practise this arvo

Do u wana com watch? Ring l8r Lee

Groaning I closed my phone, chucking it I watched as it went skidding along the bed, stopping just before the end.

I ran a hand through my knotting hair. Stopping as the bed started to vibrate and a melody floated through the air.

Hissing I moved and quickly grabbed my phone again, flipping it open.

"What"

I croaked into the phone.

"You ok? You sound like shit."

I rolled my eyes and flopped back onto the bed.

"Nice to know Bret."

I could hear him chuckle lightly on the other end.

"So, well, yeah did you get Lee's message?"

"Yeah I did."

"And?"

Sighing I looked down at my leg which was still stinging painfully.

"We'll see, I'm not in….well….a state to go anywhere now."

"Oh ok."

There was a knock at the door before it slowly opened and a maid walked in. She bowed then looked at me.

"Miss your grandparents are here."

"Thanks."

She turned and left quickly. Oh just great my grandparents. What do they want!?!

"Hey Bret."

"Yeah."

"When can you pick me up?"

"Arr, in 10 minutes if you want. Where do you live?"

"Staying at a friends house, well….."

I quickly told Bret the address and hung up.

It took a lot of will power to get myself over to my wardrobe to put some clothes on.

I pulled on a pair of baggy dark jeans, a black short sleeved t-shirt and a pair of white runner, plus a hoodie.

Slightly limping down the corridor I made my way down to the front dinning room.

Opening the large door I walked in.

Apon entry I saw my Grandparents sitting around the table, Grandad talking politely to Jacqueline who looked mildly bored.

She shifted her gaze and a bright smile graced her lips. Grandad turned and a frown embedded it's self on his, while Grandma stayed neutral.

"Ah my dear you're here."

Jacqueline stated, getting up from her seat and quickly walking over to me.

"It's a good thing to."

She uttered under her breath as she kissed my cheeks lightly in Good Morning.

I couldn't help but smile, she had away of seeing through people's shells and I could tell she could see right through my grandparents.

"Your grandparents wanted to speak to you."

Jacqueline said as she straightened up.

"Let's hope it's quick."

Jacqueline whispered again.

She turned and walked back to her seat, taking a tiny sip from her porcelain teacup as she sat.

I looked at my Grandparents as I took a seat to the left of Jacqueline at the table. Grandad was sitting to her right and Grandma next to him.

"We came to see how you were fairing."

Grandad stated taking a sip of his coffee.

It took all my strength not to roll my eyes, what ever.

"And why would you be worried about how she is fairing in my house? Are you doubting my capabilities?"

Jacqueline cut in; her voice was sharp, signalling that she was offended.

"He didn't mean to offend you Ms. Jacqueline, he has bad selection of words. He just wanted to know how she was going."

My Grandmother answered, covering up my Grandad's slip of the tongue.

"I am sorry."

Grandad added. I stared at him in shock, he had said sorry! A word that I believed didn't exist in his vocabulary.

"Fine, I see."

Jacqueline replied taking another sip of her tea.

"Well, how are you doing?"

I lifted my head from looking at the plate of food, which had just been placed in front of me.

Forcing a smile on my face I looked at them.

"I'm doing great. Jacqueline has been extremely kind and I wish that I lived here with her."

Jacqueline smiled at this and watched intently, as Grandad's expression grew dark.

"It's a pity that that won't happen."

He sneered, his eyes narrowing.

"True darling, but she can dream."

Grandma butted in joyfully.

"Dreaming can be a lively thing."

Jacqueline shot in, looking wearily at my Grandparents.

I dropped my gaze to my plate as they talked about dreaming.

I dreaded my dreams. They weren't actually dreams, they were more like night mares. Haunting my every thought, bringing memories that brought strong feelings. Hurt was the only word I could link with dreams. Pain and sorrow, dreams were for the time I could actually dream. When someone is there to ward off the unwanted nightmares.

"Miss... Miss. Jefferson."

I looked up at the voice, which had broken through my thoughts.

It was the maid again; she was standing at the door with her head bowed looking at the floor.

"Georgia dear, please be one of us."

I heard Jacqueline say, Georgia lifted her head and looked me in the eyes.

"There is a young man here, who says he's here to pick you up."

Finally, I thought as I looked over to Jacqueline.

"Who is this boy!!"

I heard Grandad snap. I looked over to him to find out, he wasn't talking to me, but to the maid.

"I believe he called himself Master Bret Nonnigon, sir."

The maid mumbled back.

"Does my ears deceive me."

My Grandmother shrieked.

"Stop."

I heard Jacqueline shout.

"I won't accept you talking to Georgia that way Mr. Jefferson and please, no half prep screams in my home. Kate you may go and have fun with Mr. Nonnigon, but be home by a reasonable hour."

I nodded my head and quickly left the room.

I could feel the deadly glares from my Grandparents burning into my back. Oh great this was going to be fun when I had to go home.

As fast as I could I went back to my room and packed a backpack with things that I would need for the day. I also did myself up so I didn't look a wreck; I brushed my hair and placed some light make up on.

I walked back down to the front hall; the black bag slung over one shoulder.

"You actually don't look bad."

Bret smirked as I walked over to him.

"Wow, thanks."

I said sarcastically as I looked around for his car.

"Did you walk?"

"No, I parked out at the front gate."

Bret answered, indicating to the large black gates down the driveway.

"Ok."

We walked down the gravel. My leg was cramping with pain, causing me to hiss every now and then.

"You ok?"

Bret asked, as I leant over and rubbed my leg.

"Yeah I'll be fine, as soon as we get going, the sooner I don't have to walk."

Bret smiled as we reached the open gate. I rose an eyebrow, as I still couldn't see his car.

"Where is the car?"

I asked.

"Who said anything about a car."

I turned just as Bret swung his leg over a motorcycle, which was parked on the edge of the curb.

"OH HELL NO!"

I shouted throwing my hands up into the air.

Bret chuckled and put his helmet on, buckling it up.

"Oh don't be like that, anyway my car had to be serviced today."

"Is that what you say to every girl you make ride that thing."

I grumbled, snatching the silver helmet, which he had held out to me.

"No, not exactly."

I growled and slid onto the back of the silver and red striped motorbike, it looked like a Kawasaki ZX 9R Ninja 1994. Probably cause it had the words written all over it and because I had seen in before in one of the mags I read.

Bret turned, his midnight blue helmet had a picture of a black wolf on the back. He slapped down his visor and smiled at me.

"Hold on."

I wrapped my arms around his stomach and held on as the bike screeched out over the curve and down the road.

I screamed as Bret zigzagged through the heavy traffic on the freeway. But my screams of fear were soon replaced with wops of joy.

"I see you're enjoying yourself."

Bret shouted so I could hear him.

"Kind of."

I shouted back.

I felt his chest shake as he laughed.

"Hey."

I growled, squeezing him tighter then needed, causing him to cough.

Suddenly the bike jerked forward, I watched the dial as it went from 100 to 120 km/h. I could hear the wind whipping passed my helmet.

"Bret!"

I screamed at him as the speed increased and he weaved through the traffic.

"WHERE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME"

I screamed, but I was out of breath. Puffing I sat down on the front lawn of his…. Estate really.

Unbuckling my helmet I chucked it away from me, watching his amused face with anger.

"What's so funny!"

I snapped at him, glaring as he took his helmet off and placed it on his bike which was parked just out front of their double door garage.

"Oh nothing."

He smiled.

Suddenly I heard a rumble as five motorbikes and a car pulled up the driveway.

"Oh great more insane people who drive bloody motorbikes."

I grumbled standing up and watched as they dismounted. I released that there were some of them I didn't know.

I recognised Kai as he removed his black phoenix decorated helmet. He was dressed in a pair of dark pants and a white tank top with a black shirt opened over the top. He placed his helmet on a black Kawasaki ZX 10R Ninja.

Ozuma pulled his red flame covered helmet off and placed it on his red and black Kawasaki ZX 10R Ninja also. He was wearing a semi-tight black t-shirt and heavy black jeans, a thin leather band was around his neck and his hair was spiked up, with the red strip visible.

Lee dismounted his silver/grey Kawasaki ZZR 600. Tucking his black leopard covered helmet under his arm. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a loose white t-shirt. His wrists were wrapped in white cloth and his black hair was spiked.

Kane nearly fell over as he jumped off his navy blue Anlage Honda VTR1000 SP1. He slammed his dark purple helmet onto the seat. Crossing his arms angrily over his chest. He was wearing a loose brown t-shirt and baggy light denim pants.

But then their was another dude on a Kawasaki ZX 12R. It was a metallic aqua blue with lighter looking pale blue rips painted on it. He was wearing a loose white shirt, over the top of a black pair of denim pants. The shirt was undone a couple of buttons, exposing the silver chain he wore underneath. He had a black leather jacket on over his shirt, while his head was still covered by a black skull covered helmet.

"Talk to me!"

Kane growled kicking his bike.

"Dude don't do that."

The guy said moving over to Kane

"Tell me what's wrong with it, I could only get up to 80 km/h, when I can get up to twice that."

"You need a new chain mate, it's to lose."

"Hitoshi don't tell me that."

Kane moaned, squatting down next to the guy.

Hitoshi I presumed removed his helmet and placed it on Kane's motorbike seat.

He has messy navy blue hair which was all over the place, the long parts were pulled back into a loose low ponytail. His eyes were a dark shade or brown nearly copper red looking. He looked to be a year or two older then the other guys.

He was fiddling with the bike chain when the doors to the car opened, it was a pink Honda Civic, which had a silver GT wing on the boot and custom made body skirts.

"I mean it Salima, if you poke one hole in my leather seats, it's your head."

I recognised that voice and low and behold Mariam stepped out, her hair swaying as she slammed the driver's side door.

Quickly Salima got out the other side and ran up to her.

"How in the world am I going to poke a hole, in leather seats, with a nail file!"

"Easy, with the pointy end!"

Mariam snapped like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"With this pointy end!"

Salima shouted pulling a nail file out of her purse and holding it up.

Mariam growled loudly and snatched the nail file out of Salima's hand, throwing it over her shoulder.

"Hey, that was my last one!"

Salima shrieked as Mariam walked over to her brother.

"Girls, calm down."

Bret shouted as he walked over to the group of people. I closely followed, chuckling lightly to myself.

Mariam leant against Ozuma's bike and just scoffed.

"What, I didn't do anything."

Salima shrieked again, waving her hands around.

"Oh hi Kate."

Salima suddenly just changed, walking quickly over to me. I slowly backed away she was scaring me.

"Salima, go tend to your boyfriend."

Kai snapped, glaring at Salima.

Salima just pouted and walked over to Kane who kissed her and gave Kai the rude finger. I mouthed 'thank you' to Kai but he just snorted.

"Charming."

I grumbled to myself.

"Oi Kate come over here, I have to introduce you to Hitoshi."

I looked up at Bret, who was standing beside Kane's bike. Slowly I walked over to them.

"Hitoshi."

Hitoshi looked up from his squatting position on the ground, where he was fiddling with Kane's bike.

"Hitoshi this is Kate."

Hitoshi stood up, he was at least a head and a half taller then me, but he had a warm, kind smile spread across his face.

"Nice to meet you."

He said extending his hand, I was about to shake it but he pulled it back.

"Sorry."

He smiled, pulling a rag out from under his top, which was tucked loosely into the top of his pants and wiped all the chain grease off his hands. He chucked the rag to one side when he was done and shook my hand.

"You to."

I smiled.

"Hitoshi is the keyboard player in our band and also manager."

"Yeah for when we actually make something of ourselves."

Hitoshi laughed.

"Oh it's nice to see everyone here, would you please come in side"

Everyone turned to see a tall lady standing by the front stairs, her hair pulled firmly back into a high ponytail.

"We were going to practise in the garage Mum."

Bret replied walking closer to the lady.

"Well then hurry up and stop blocking the driveway."

"Yes mum."

Bret replied. He turned and smiled to all of us.

"Come on guys, let's start."

Bret waved us in.

"First time you have heard us play."

Hitoshi said as he walked beside me.

"Yeah."

I nodded my head.

"Well you're in for a treat then."

He smiled and we walked through the front door.

A/N: Thankyou to all the people who have reviewed and this chapter is longer just for you…..so until nex time I update….here is this chapter……in the nex one we hear the band play XD koolies review