Thanks to ally and Natalie for reviewing, you rock!
Yeah the first shot was a bit short, mebbe I'll expand on it in another fic, the rest of the shots are all longer in varying degrees!

Old Ghosts

Escape

He's changed since then, he changed for me. I know sometimes he hates it but I did think we were happy.

It hurts that I've forced him to change and now he's trying to escape.

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Face it Kirsten, Sandy's right, he is the only thing that stops you being a sell-out, stops you being the complete Newpsie.

Sandy is the only thing, the most important thing, but the only.

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Really? I know I live the life but am I really? I've always thought I wasn't a Newpsie, there's more to me than that, isn't

there? I work, I have a brain, I have a conscience, I do more than sit around planning charity events, gossiping and spa-

hopping, I have Sandy, Seth, Ryan, I'm different. But perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps that's not enough.

When did it happen, when did I stop pretending?

Maybe he's right, maybe I am. Maybe that's why Sandy's not here; Rebecca's real, I'm a fake.

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I wasn't always this way, well I was in the beginning; born to it; Newport Royalty.

But that's not who I really was, at college I found myself, or rather, I found Sandy.

He's more myself than I am, he's the real me, he was, is, my escape.

I just don't want Rebecca to be Sandy's.

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I could never escape Newport, it dragged me back into its perfect bubble and I dragged Sandy in too.

Not Caleb that time, but cancer.

My mother could handle my father but not the cancer. I had to go, my mother was dying, I just didn't intend to stay.

But there was dad. He had his claws out, I didn't have the strength to fight, mom was gone, Sandy didn't think I needed

saving, it was my own father for Christ's sake.

So he caught me, cajoled me, trapped me in his web, his empire, Caleb Nichol controls Newport Beach, he controls me.

He made it harder to leave. Hell! It didn't seem to matter at the time. Sandy was happy; he was either surfing or working,

my dad was alone, we had a small child, a giant mortgage, the job seemed a good idea. I gave in. I fell into the trap, back

into my old life.

I changed, reverted I guess, the only difference is Sandy.

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I'm Kirsten Cohen, not the Kirsten Cooper everyone expected, dad planned for, that's my single kick back at the society

that's has claimed me since birth.