Okay I'm sorry for the evilness in the last chapter. But here's the next chapter! Hope you like it! Remember to leave a review!

Lillywriter - yes here is more...well more of Jack not so much Kate here. I hope you like it!

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October Sky - lol loved the little Ethan thing! Do you like read my mind about not knowing much about law but write like you know what your doing! LMAO! Thanks for the review and keep reading! Things will be getting rather angsty (not like they already are) but this story will go other places!

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SORRY IF I MADE YOU CRY IN THE LAST CHAPTER!

Charlie sat speechless on the bed of the hotel room. Jacob silently sat in the green armchair beside the bed, oblivious to what his father was thinking. He just sat there also, his blue eyes scanning his dad. A knock on the door broke both of them from their trances. Charlie just stared at the door. He was there in flesh but mentally he was in another world. The door opened revealing Jack. Jack allowed himself in, since Charlie probably wasn't going to let him inside. Jack turned to Jacob.

"Jake, why don't you go downstairs to the lobby? Kate's down there and she would love to see you," Jack said.

Jacob silently nodded and slid off the chair he sat upon. He went out the door and turned down the hall. Jack quietly shut the door. He turned sadly to Charlie. He trudged over to where his friend sat. He put his hand on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Charlie," he whispered.

Charlie looked up. His face was red and tearstained.

"Sorry you are. For what. Me losing Jacob to that bastard. Me losing the only woman I loved," he yelled. Charlie jumped up from the bed, startling Jack.

"I'm tired of hearing Oh Charlie I'm so sorry. I'm tired of it! I'm tired of everything," Charlie screamed.

"Just relax man, your having a tough time," Jack said calmly.

"You wouldn't know would you. You still have your wife and your daughter. You still have everything you love. Me, I have nothing. I'm back to where I started at. A useless, good for nothing, washed up, ex-rock star," Charlie said furiously, pacing back and forth.

"Charlie I understand your upset, your angry and," Jack said but was cut off.

"NO! YOU DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND! YOU HAVE ALL YOU LOVE! YOUR STILL SOMEBODY," Charlie yelled. He looked over onto the dresser where his pocketknife lay. He ran over to it and flicked the blade up.

"I won't have to worry about being anybody anymore though," he said quietly as he raised the blade to his wrist. Before he could cut himself, Jack picked him up from behind. He held Charlie's arms down and tried to grab the blade from his friend's hand. Charlie fought back but soon felt his hand bend back and heard a large crack. He screamed out in pain. Jack had gotten control over the blade.

"What the hell do you think your doing Charles Pace," Jack yelled.

"You fucking broke my wrist you bastard," Charlie yelled, wincing as he sat on the ground, cradling his arm and rocking back and forth.

"Yeah well thank god. It's better than you killing yourself," Jack said maliciously.

Charlie's head shot up. "God right. Well, guess what. There's no such thing as God. God wouldn't have allowed Claire to die or Jacob to be taken."

Jack just shook his head. "Get up, I have to get you to a hospital for your wrist."

Charlie stood up quickly and ran at Jack. Jack dodged Charlie, but Charlie then pushed him out the door to quickly for him to see what was going on. The door slammed behind him. Jack felt anger surge through him.

"Charlie open up this damn door," Jack screamed, pounding on the door.

No answer was heard. Jack yelled out and kicked the door in frustration. He then breathed heavily, sighed, and leaned his head on the door.

"Charlie," he said a bit more calmly. N one came to the door. Jack sighed and turned to make his way down the stairs. He felt like screaming out. Everything seemed to be going wrong. He only wanted the best for Charlie, but all he had down was harm him. He made his way down the stairs heavily, for the burden of guilt lay about his shoulders.

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