Bradin was worried. He hasn't seen Kaitlin for the rest of the day. He knew that something bad has happened since the teacher who talked to Kaitlin went into their Myths & Fables class after Kaitlin ran off and gathered her things. After school, he kept calling her cell phone, which went right to the voice mail. At the hospital, he and his aunt waited for the doctor to come and check on him.

"I'm sorry," the doctor said as he entered the room, "There was an emergency."

"Don't worry about it," Ava said.

"Well, Bradin, how's the foot?" Bradin didn't answer. He just stared at the ground and was in deep thought. "Bradin?" the doctor asked.

Bradin jumped when his aunt touched him. "What?" he asked.

"Are you okay?" the doctor asked.

"I'm fine," Bradin said, "I'm just thinking of someone."

"Are they okay?" the doctor asked.

Bradin shrugged. "She ran out of school earlier today. I keep trying to call her. But, she won't answer the phone." Bradin couldn't believe he was talking to the doctor about this and also in front of his aunt.

"Around what time did this happen?" Ava asked.

"Noon," Bradin said, "Do I need crutches anymore?"

"No," the doctor said, "You don't need them anymore. But, don't do anything heavy for three more days. We don't want you back here for something more serious."

Bradin nodded and got up. He walked out into the hallway when he saw Kaitlin run into a room followed by a nurse. He walked quickly up to the room and saw Kaitlin near a bed.

"Kait," he said. She looked back at him. Her face was full of tears. "Baby, what happened?" he asked worriedly.

"Mygrandmatriedkillingherselfandnowsheshereinacoma," she said quickly.

"Baby, calm down," he said throwing his arms around her, "Please calm down."

"Her grandmother was found in her house with the oven on and the oven flammed. The house was burned down. Her grandmother did it on purpose. She tried to kill herself just like her husband did. We don't know if she'll make it. She's in a coma," the nurse told Bradin.

He looked down at his girlfriend and tightened his grip on her to let her know that he was there for her.

"Bradin?" his aunt asked walking up to him.

"I need to stay here with her," he told his aunt. The nurse took Ava aside and told her everything that has happened.

"Where is she going to stay?" Ava asked.

"We're trying to find a place for her. We're trying to see if a relative will let her stay with them for a while. She can't stay here at the hospital the entire time."

"She can stay with us," Bradin said, "She can sleep in my room and I'll sleep on the couch."

"No," Kaitlin said pulling out of Bradin's arms. She wiped her face with her hands as she looked at everyone. "I don't want to feel like you are doing this to make me happy."

"It's fine, dear," Ava said, "We have room."

Kaitlin walked up to her grandmother's bed. She took her hand and held it in hers tightly. Bradin walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. He knelt down beside her and began to rub her back. She placed her head on the bed and cried into the sheets. She began to think of how her grandmother could do this. She wasn't known to do anything like this. Kaitlin picked her head up and looked at her grandmother as she bit her bottom lip to try to stop crying. She got up and began to walk towards the door.

"I'm going for a walk," she said as she exited the room.

She walked with her head down but up enough for her to see where she was going. She had her arms folded in front of her stomach and her hair in her face. She walked up to her destination and stopped. She looked up and wanted to cry again. But, she ran out of tears. Her eyes were dried out for the time being. She ran her hands through her hair and breathed deeply.

All she saw left was rubble left from the fire. "Can I help you?" a cop asked walking up to her.

"I lived here," she said.

"Oh," he said, "I'm sorry about what happened to your grandmother. She was the nicest lady in Playa Linda."

She nodded and looked back at the house. "Can I go look around?" she asked motioning towards what was left of her house.

"Go on," the cop said.

Kaitlin walked past the tape and looked around at what was left. She couldn't believe it. As she looked around, something caught her eye. She knelt down and picked up a piece of paper that had writing on it.

"I told you that I'd kill you, too," it read.

"Ah ah ah," she said softly covering her mouth. She knew how this had happen. She closed her eyes and shook her head. She walked over to where her room was. She saw her skateboard and rollerblades, both destroyed. She picked up her skateboard and lowered her head. Her grandfather gave it to her when she was 12. She had nothing left of him or her grandmother if she left. She looked up at the sky.

"What did I do to deserve this?" she asked, "What the fuck did I do?"

She heard someone run up to her and take her into their arms. They helped her up, keeping their arms fastened around her tightly, and walked away from the house.

"What did I do?" she sobbed.

"Nothing," a male voice said, "You didn't do anything to deserve this shit."

She pulled out of his arms and saw Bradin. Two cars pulled up to them and people got out. Omayra and Lucas stared at the house along with Dave.

"Oh my god," they said.

Bradin continued to look at Kaitlin. She was hurt worse than he was when he lost his parents. But, none of his friends were there for him. He didn't want that for Kaitlin. He, again, wrapped his arms aorund her to calm her down and be there for her. He could feel tears forming in his eyes at the thought of what happened to Kaitlin within the past few days.

BRADIN'S HOUSE

Bradin took Kaitlin to his room and made sure she was comfortable. He could see that she didn't care at the time being. She sat on the bed and covered her face.

"Do you want to talk?" he asked sitting beside her.

She looked at him and went into her pocket. She pulled out a folded up piece of paper and handed it to him. He took it and unfolded the piece of paper.

"I told you I'd kill you, too," he read outloud, "It can't be."

"My grandmother would never do anything like that," she said calmly, "Martha made her do it."

"But, Martha is no more," he said, "She blew up in front of us when the light from outside of the window came into the room and hit her."

"But, we didn't actually make sure that she was gone." She looked at her folded hands and sighed. "I wish that everything that has hapened to the people I love happened to me."

"Don't wish that," he said, "Don't ever wish that. Do you know how happy I am that we're in each other's lives?" She didn't want to look at him. She felt him place his hand on hr cheek and turn her head. "I was hurting so bad when I saw you crying earlier. Do you know why? Because I didn't know how to help you," he said, "I thought that you would try to hurt yourself like you tried to this past weekend at the house."

"You're going to make me cry again," she said, "I can't take tears anymore today."

He smiled. "I just want you to know that I really do care about you. I always will."

"I know you do. You left ten voice mails out of the fifteen times you've called me," she said making him laugh.

"I was worried," he said.

"I didn't notice," she said. She moved and hugged him. "Thank you," she whispered.

"It's no problem, baby," he said hugging her back.