A/N Hey I know I haven't updated in ages, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But you know what? I'm a little upset, I always do long reviews for people, but I never get long reviews, always short ones! Boo hoo! And I've been ill so that's why I haven't updated, ok? Stop shouting at me! Ahhhhh, ok maybe I'm going a little crazy, what do you guys think?

1 week later

Lindy's POV

I sat in my room "listening" to my record player but I wasn't hearing it. I couldn't get him out of my mind, it had been a week and I hadn't heard anything from him, I knew this was stupid because he didn't have my address, but I couldn't help it, I missed him. But there was no way to contact him. IdecidedI had to tell Jake I didn't want to marry him, so i went round to his house.

"Hey Jake, we need to talk," I said, sitting on his bed,

"Wedding plans?" he said, tidying up his room and obviously not paying attention to me,

"No Jake, this is important… I don't think… I don't feel we're right for each other, you know?" I said, quietly

"What?" he exclaimed, turning to face me, a scowl mutating his normally handsome face.

"I just, I can't marry you,"

"So you've found someone else? Someone at my uncle's place maybe?" he said, his expression turning nasty, "maybe I should get him to do a firing spree,"

"No," I almost shouted, "its no-one else, just us," I couldn't let him find out about Jesse, he needed his job

"I know about you and that dance boy kissing, why else did I ask you to marry me? You're mine, and no one else's and everyone will know that. If you don't marry me then he can say goodbye to his job." I gaped at him, how could he be so nasty, how had I not noticed this side of him?

"It's up to you, Lindy my dear" he sneered, turning my face sharply towards him, "will you marry me?"

"Yes, I will," I said, tears running down my face before I could help them,

"Good you're a clever girl aren't you?"

I lay on my bed, crying yet again. I was in a situation that for once I didn't know how to get out of. My parents thought I had just had pre-wedding nerves, that's what they were telling themselves anyway. I was getting married in a month and had no way of getting rescued. (Jake had decided to speed up the engagement, and of course no one minded because we were "so in love") somebody save me, was my only thought as I drifted off to sleep in the middle of the day.

Jesse's POV

It was almost midnight and I was hiding behind a pillar in the main building waiting for the last few guests to leave. When they had finally stopped putting on fur coats and talking about the great entertainment, I made my way along the corridor in the darkness, with only the moonlight coming through the windows as light. I tiptoed on my able dancer feet to the boss's office. I got there and tried the handle, just in case, it was locked as I had guessed but I came prepared. I fished the keys out of my pocket, taking care not to jangle them and let myself in.

As soon as I was in I made my way over to the filing cabinets, opened them and flicked through until I came to a guest book. I took it to the desk and switched on the lamp; sure enough guests from this summer signed it. I flicked to the last page,

My family and me had a wonderful time, getting to know your family and I can't wait for us to be united in a more intimate way, with the wedding of our children! Yours sincerely Maria Green

"Bingo" I whispered and glanced at the next column, address, I scribbled it down on a scrap piece of paper then put the book back. I locked the room and made my way to the kitchen where I had left a window open. After a little climbing I ran silently to the dance studio and left the keys where I had… "Found" them. Then I crept to my cabin and crawled into bed, resting soundly now I knew I could contact her.

The next morning I wrote the longest letter I ever have and got my cousin to send it. I knew I could trust her to get it to the post box safely. I just knew that everything would be ok once she read it, mi Bonita.

It's been 3 weeks now, and I've sent 3 more letters and yet, still no reply. I don't understand it. Why hasn't she at least replied to let me know she is all right, even if… she doesn't… feel the same? Although how that could be is another thing I don't understand. I don't get off work for another 2 weeks so there's nothing I can do except write and hope.

Lindy's POV

I got another letter today, mum and dad think they're from a friend I met, but they're from someone who is so much more than a friend. Each letter they get more and more exasperated, and shorter. He doesn't understand why I don't reply. But I can't, I couldn't lie to him and I can't tell him the truth. He'd want to rescue me and I can't let him. I can't let him ruin his life for me.

So I just float along, trying not to think about the future, or the past and read his letters alone, where I can cry at my future, or lack of it.

A/N well hope you appreciate the time and effort that has gone into this, since my comp crashed and since I'd only saved some of it, half of this has had to be wrote again! Ah! So reviews please nice long ones! Please! Oh be prepared for a great next chapter, excitement all round!