A.N: I'm rushing the end to you because in my mind I've already moved on from this fic. But it doesn't mean it won't be good and the way that I wanted it to be, just consider it director's cutting. My next fic will be suspense, and drama and something else I hope you will like it. It's a Rocky fic starring he and the return of Maria, from Silent Voices. Thank you all for reading I love ya.

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Chapter Fifteen:

Rocky was outside the Douglas house. He had been throwing pebbles up at his little brothers window trying to get the sleeping boys attention. So far he remained unsuccessful. Kid could sleep through the loudest sounds... though open a candy car and he's right under your nose. He smirked at his joke but it quickly faded, he was not in the mood for jokes- not really, not when his brother was off with some family living there thinking that he's alone when he isn't. He had the Douglas family and always would, at least in Rocky's opinion.

Suddenly the front door opened. His little brother appeared in the shadows. He was wearing a large black sweater with hooded back, deep blue jeans covered his legs and his usual white, black and red Nike's lit up with every step they took toward his older brother.

"Tum tum... why didn't you open the window?" His brother asked, since the boy had obviously heard the pebbles hitting the window.

"I couldn't risk it." Tum stated. "Mom could still be up, she cries a lot you know." He stuffed his hands into his pockets.

Tum looked old for his age, a mere 17 going on 18, looked all and 22 now. This was aging everyone in some ways. Rocky could only imagine what's left of Colt after all this. Would his brother be the same spunky, lively boy he's always been? Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. It's hard to say how people will take things, he certainly wasn't the same after what had happened to him when he was a freshman in college and he wasn't sure if he had ever really gotten over the whole ordeal. But that didn't matter right now, what mattered is Colt.

"I know," mentioned Rocky, mimicking his brothers stance leaning against his car. "Which is why I need you to do me a favor."

"What?"

"..." Rocky took in a deep breath and sighed. "I'm going to Arizona, to uncover the truth about this whole thing, a lot of stuff just doesn't make sense to me and I have to know with my own proof and my own eyes that Colt doesn't belong in this family. And maybe then I can..." He wasn't sure what he wanted to say. Be fine with it? Be all right, and maybe not feel so empty inside? He wasn't sure, but he knew this was the right way to approach this.

"Arizona..." repeats Tum tum. "Rocky... you're crazy."

"It's been said to me before, and I got us out of that prison didn't I?" He smiled down at his little brother who was about shoulder height to him now. The boy was growing like a weed, you have to wonder how people who used to be shorter than you just sprout up inches past you. Is it the generation, the animal hormones in Milk, who knows. But the height suited the young boy. It had a wave of maturity.

"But why are you going there?" He asked.

"I'm gonna talk to aunt Sabrina." He held up a hand to his brothers protest. "I know she's not all there but sometimes she is and I'm hoping that I can bring her out of her shell long enough to maybe get some insight to what's really going on."

"And what about me?"

"I need you to keep a close eye on the phones and Mom, make sure she doesn't know that I'm at school, she doesn't need to be upset anymore than she already is. I'll be back as soon as I can." He stood straight now, opening his car door.

"Rocky," Tum stood up as well. "...Bring Colt back, okay?"

Rocky gave his brother a faint smile. "I'll do my best." With that he drove off. Lights from his car flickering its turn signal.

Tum tum watched after the car, a grim expression on his face. Go Rocky, bring our family back together...

The next day. The McRae family was busy getting ready for school. Colt was lagging because of the long night he had. He didn't want to think about what Anna had said to him. It was bizarre to say the least, she talked as if he were some stranger and was wrecking a family that already had a wrecking ball taken to it.

When he had gotten home that night after his freak out from Tum tum's letter, she saw his sister in the kitchen. She was holding a picture book in her hand, flipping the pages slowly as if taking them into her mind because she might forget about them.

"What are you doing up?" Asked Colt, strolling into the kitchen. He pulled up a chair, sitting next to the silent girl, looking down into the book with her gaze.

"I'm just thinking about some things." She turned her head to look at him, he reading glasses shined a moment in the kitchen light that brightly lit the stove top.

"What things?" Colt looked at a picture of a woman holding two babies; he smiled. "Is that us?"

"Yes... and no." She replied.

Colt looked over at her. "What's that supposed to mean?" He was curious. Is this Annalisse's mean side coming out? A side he knew all too well, when he didn't really want to talk to someone. Cold shoulder them and make them wish they had never talked to you in the first place.

"Figure it out for yourself, you're making mom cry and anger- like she's never been angry before and do you care? No, you're only out for that family of yours instead of giving ours a try."

Colt, for a second was taken aback, but he shook it off with a nod saying, "You're right, I'm not giving your family a chance... maybe because part of me thought that I didn't really belong here, we've all..." He swallowed. "Been living separate lives so long it seems wrong any other way... I thought that my family, the Douglas's still loved me and wanted me and I told myself I wouldn't give you the time of day... but I see now that I was wrong."

Anne looked at her brother. So similar, yet so different. "How so you figure that? Your girlfriend tell you? Or maybe you had some more secret phone calls during the night."

Colt flushed. "So you know about that..." He nodded making a smacking sound with his mouth as he twists it in. "Miss Paularus isn't my girlfriend, she's just a friend of mine... I was talking to her that night, but I did try to reach my family. It didn't work."

"How nice."

"I wish you wouldn't be so spiteful, you have to know what I'm feeling. You have to give me a chance."

"Like the one you gave us?"

Colt knew she was right, so he said nothing. Annalisse continued to flip through the picture book and then he saw something, in one of the photo's that made his heart stop. It was blurred but he was almost positive that he saw... Aunt Sabrina? The picture was taken in the room with his mother, Jamie holding one baby- a girl and she looked to be crying. But in the back of the room next to that one, was a woman in a bed and she looked exactly like his aunt.

Anne looked at the photo with disinterest then she closed the book, bringing Colt out of his thoughts. "Jefferson... I like you. As a person you remind me of myself and it makes me feel sorry for you. Because if you're anything like me than where I am, you've been there."

"Like you?"

"Often quiet, bad tempered when you feel cheated. Otherwise you're a lively realist." She blinked. "Am I right?"

"...Yeah, actually... Annie, you're not making any sense."

"Listen, I love you like a brother... you're a good kid." She pats his shoulder then gets up to go to bed.

Colt remained in the chair, wondering what this odd conversation meant to him. To the McRea's, was Anna trying to tell him something with out actually doing it? If so, what? Now today, at breakfast the girl wouldn't so much as make eye contact with him. They had finished their food and headed off to school in the same car, with John at the wheel.

"You nervous?" He asked through the rear view mirror.

"Not at all, I love school." Colt replied hastily.

"Hahaha, more like socializing."

Colt blushed a bit. "Yeah, you're right." A laugh came from his lips. "What can I say, I like to talk."

John laughed as well. He liked to see his brother in a good mood. He wasn't sure what had changed over night though, but he liked it better this way. Annalisse however, knew what was going on, and it kind of bothered her that Colt was only giving her family a chance because his family no longer wanted him, at least that's what she had come to understand.

"Hey maybe we could leave campus during break and get a pizza or something?" John suggested, playfulness written all over his voice. He planned to have a good day and was glad everyone else was on the same wave length.

"I hate pizza."

"Since when?" He asked his sister.

"Since yesterday," She crossed her arms.

"Oh let me guess, it's the trend now?"

Anne stuck her tongue out at her brother. John just laughed. Colt looked out the window longingly. He wanted a good day and he would get it, even if he had to fake it until it became real. He would do this, he would live with this family for as long as he needed and then he would leave them. He would leave everyone- he needed no one if no one needed him. But it wouldn't be on a sour note, he had intentions of being kind that was who he is. To an extent, anyway.

The car slowed to a stop and the three got out. Colt was actually shocked that Jamie hadn't decided to just bring him herself. She normally would have but after the other day, they both seemed stand offish to one another.

A good day. Colt coaxed with a false smile.

Rocky had many forms to clear before he could see his aunt. He had been in that police station since eleven o'clock that morning and it was already going on One. "Here you are." He said to the man, handing the papers back.

"The guard at the door will escort you in." He said with little life or luster.

"Thank you." Rocky walked to the left where a man stood. He opened the door for the solemn boy and lead him to a cell where his aunt rest on one of the lower beds.

She looked frail and sad, but she had a smile on her face. Rocky's heart ached. The guard opened the door, telling Rocky he had about five minutes, ten if he were good. He nodded to the man and walked over to his aunt, wary of the other person in the cell.

"Auntie Sabrina?" He knelt down by her bed. "You awake?" He shook her shoulder gently.

Bonnie, her cell mate watched as the boy tried to wake his sleeping aunt. Then she spoke in a tired voice, but one full of interest. "You're her nephew huh?"

Rocky looked over his shoulder at the woman, replying. "Yes."

"Handsome boy," compliments Bonnie.

"Thank you." He turned his eyes from the odd woman back to his aunt. "Aunt Sabrina? It's me Rocky... are you in there?"

"She was up ten minutes ago, she only recently got into that laying position and..." She trailed not knowing how to finish her sentence. "Is she alright?"

"No, my aunt was in a cult mostly all her life... she hasn't been the same since, but she's recently been with my grandmother in Georgia."

"Oh..."

There was silence. Then Rocky turned around standing up, holding out a hand. "I'm Samuel Douglas,"

"You can just call me Bonnie." She shook his hand, hers very much like rubber and his feeling a little like cushy seats with a few bumps from callus's while using weapons over his summers with grandpa. "Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, has my aunt talked to you much since you've been here?" Rocky asks out of nowhere.

"A bit."

"Well," he sat down beside Bonnie. "Can you tell me what it was you were talking about?" He looked back over to Sabrina. "Something bad happened and... it split our family up... but I think that it's not true and only Sabrina really knows what happened."

"That's why you came here, a dump like this." She looked around at the small cell.

Rocky nodded.

"We didn't talk much about anything,"

"Oh..." Rocky looked defeated.

"She did though mention something about her son." Bonnie shook her head. "Maybe if he came to see her she wouldn't be so rattled."

"Son? My aunt doesn't have any children..." He narrowed his eyes.

"She doesn't?" Rocky shook his head. "Well, she was speaking of someone... a boy. Called him a miracle, then she told me he was gone- or was it that... she was gone?"

That's weird... Mom never mentioned anything about Aunt Sabrina having children... Could there really be something going on that only my aunt knows about? Rocky moved over to the woman again. "Aunt Sabrina, please... snap out of it. I need to talk to you about Colt."

"Colt?" She whispered quietly.

"Jeffrey..." Rocky tried to help her. A smile appeared on his face, glad that she was speaking.

"Jeffrey... I remember Jeffrey... such a beautiful boy. He had eyes like his fathers."

Rocky blinked, he didn't have a clue what she were talking about. Sabrina had never met the McRae's. Been abused by them in her fragile state sure but never seen them in person. Maybe it was from tv.

"I cried that day, he took him from me."

"Huh? Took who?"

The woman blinked suddenly, as if she had snapped out of a long sleep. "He told me to hush and he took him."

"Took who?"

"My son... my beautiful boy." She looked at Rocky, sitting up quickly, grabbing his cheeks. "The leader came for his sheep!" She called out. Then for a reason all her own, Sabrina screamed. High ear piercing.

Rocky and Bonnie covered their ears as his aunt screamed on.

"Alright alright." The guard came in and grabbed Rocky. "Funs over."

"Jeffrey! Jeffrey!" She screamed.

Rocky was being escorted out of the cell. His aunts voice following him as she shouted louder. "Give me back my son!"