If you guys are confused just let me know what questions you have. So hear it is. Her past.

Chapter 16: He was Alister McClaire

"Shit!" Jon said walking down the street. He was fed up that he couldn't talk to her. He hated how she looked at him now. With hatred and betrayal in her eyes. He couldn't stand it. He was too upset that he wasn't looking where he was going and knocked into someone. They both fell to the ground.

"Jon!" he heard. He looked up wondering who would be around here who knew him.

"Nathan!" he said. "What are you doing here?"

"O nothing, just visiting some friends." he lied but Jon knew why he was here. "Wait. What are you doing here?" Jon looked around.

"Follow me."

At a Diner

"Accent are you sure you're ok?" Spot asked her. They were at a diner much like Tibby's but it was place where he could be alone with her. He didn't like how she was holding information. He knew she would explode sooner or later. He knew her type all too well. "I need to get her to talk." he thought to himself.

"Ya. Why wouldn't I be. I mean my best friend proposes to me before he leaves, I practically get raped and then one of my old friend comes and tells me that the son of my worst enemy is here to kill me. Ya I think I'm doing okey dokey!" She said a bit quickly. She was out of breath by the time she finished. He looked at her. He wanted to help her but until she could give into the fact that she needed help, no one could help her. He remembered what it was like to be like that.

They ordered their meals and ate in silence. Spot didn't want her to blow up on him and she was trying to calm down as much as she could. They finished after about fifteen minutes and went for a walk. She was walking next to him with a don't bother me face and her arms crossed. They were over near Central Park when Spot finally had enough.

"Look, you gotta talk sooner or later and I would like to know what's happening." Spot said turning her to face him in the middle of the walkway. She didn't look at him. She kept her eyes down on the ground while he was waiting for an answer. She started looking around and she saw something that made her explode.

"Why that-" she spoke in an Irish accent. She didn't even bother finishing her sentence because she was so upset. She started walking off and Spot followed her confused.

At Central Park

"Nathan. McClaire is here. Well his son is, Jake." Jon said.

"Jake?" Nathan asked confused on why this would be a problem.

"He's here to kill Jenna." Jon said.

"What!" he said surprised but keeping his voice low not to attract any attention.

"When he saw his father the day he died. He snapped. Of course he knows that his father was cruel to her but he wants to avenge his father's death."

"But she didn't kill him."

"I know. The guys tried to tell him but he won't have it. Until she's gone he won't stop Nathan. We got to get her somewhere safe. Well you're going to have to convince her. I saw her and told her but I don't think she took a liking to me." he said glad that someone could get her to safety.

"Well that's going to be pretty tough. I don't think she really likes me at this point in time either." Nathan said.

"Why? What happened?" Jon asked. Surprised that the two people who were always together would actually be separated.

"Umm. I kinda proposed to her before we left."

"Before we left? What am I missing here?" Jon asked.

"Well you know her, me and the guys came here. She wanted me and the guy's to leave. And the day that we left, I felt like she shouldn't be alone here, that she needed to be with us, so I proposed. But let's just say that didn't go over to well with her. I don't know if she thinks I did it so she would stay with us or whether it was because I loved her."

"Why did you?" Jon was curious to know.

"Both reasons. I didn't think that she should be here and because I finally needed to tell her how I felt for years. So we're going to have to find some other way." Nathan said.

"Ya." Nathan sat back against the bench with his arms crossed while Jon had his elbows on his knees with his head in his hands. "Does she know anyone here that can hide her?" Nathan thought for awhile.

"Actually there is a guy."

"Ooo a guy? Jenna?" Jon said.

"Ya. I know. I think I can talk to him. He lives in Brooklyn so-"

"Talk to him about what?" an irish voice said keeping it cool but you could tell there was anger. They both turned around to find Jenna standing behind the bench. They knew they were in trouble. She stood there looking at them obviously furious, crossing her arms waiting for an answer. "I'm not going to ask again. Talk to him about what?" The both stood up.

"Um, I was going to talk to Spot about getting you somewhere safe." Nathan said pointing to Spot, who looked like a lost pup.

"What are you doing here Nathan? You're suppose to be gone." she asked.

"I couldn't leave here knowing that we were on a bad note." he said.

"Jenna we got to get you out of here." Jon spoke up.

"Like I said I don't want your help." she said still in her Irish accent.

"Jenna, just listen will you." Jon said. "I'm saying it for the last time. I'm not against you. This whole time I've been trying to help you. How many times do I have to say that for you to believe me." He looked at her. She said nothing for awhile.

"Fine. I'll take your help but it doesn't mean that I trust you." she said.

"Fine. I'll accept that. But we got to get you out of here." Jon said.

"Can someone tell me what's happening?" Spot said. "Accent what is going on?" now directing the question to just her. She didn't say anything and the boys were just looking at her.

"Jenna tell him." Nathan said. She looked at Nathan, Jon and then Spot.

"I guess its now or never." not sounding to happy about it. "Let's go back to my place I don't think I should talk about it here." The three boys followed her in silence. She didn't walk slow to allow them time catch up to her but she didn't walk fast where they had to run after her. After about five minutes they reached the apartment but to her disappointment FC, Blink, Green, Jack, Entice and Mush were there.

"Accent what's happening?" FC said glad to see Spot with her but confused as to why Nathan and Jon were.

"You guys might as well hear this as well. Sit down." her voice sounded commanding but also asking.

"What?" some thought while others asked out loud.

"Just sit." she said. Everyone decided to listen her and sat down. She sat on the couch with Spot to her left and FC to her right. Jon and Nathan thought it would be best they didn't sit near her for the moment so they stayed near the table, half way across the room from her. The others all made a circle facing her. Some sitting on the only four chairs and rest on the couch.

"Accent are you ok?" FC said looking at her. Trying to find out what was happening.

"No." she said bluntly looking at the wall opposite of her. She took a moment to breathe while everyone waited for her. "Ok what you have to understand is that this was my old life. Everything that happened before I met you guys is exactly what I've been trying to get away from. After I'm done you can ask questions." Spot and Jack looked at each other knowing is had to do with this McClaire fellow they heard her talking about. She looked nervous. Spot noticed it too. It was something she didn't want to talk about and he could understand why. It was the past. The past was something that you try to forget about while you try to live in the present.

"Just take your time." Spot said softly in her ear. He was rubbing her back like she was child that need support through though times. Times that he hope he could help her out with. She nodded in response to him.

"Well in Ione and the surroundings there was a guy who would threaten the farmers to give him their land. He was Alister McClaire and you couldn't tell him no because he never took no as an answer. It was either his way or be hurt. Most of the farmers gave him what he wanted. Food, animals, land but when it came to my family we never put up with the crap he gave us. The first and second time he came by our house wanting something I wasn't there. But the third time, I was. I was fifteen when I first met him. I was coming home from the lake with my brothers when we saw men with guns at our house. We ran up there ready for a fight but what happened was nothing we ever expected." She said trying to remain calm by talking slow. And so the others could understand what happened. But her voice was hallow. "McClaire saw me standing behind my brothers ready with a gun out to fight and he figured I was one of those wild girls. One that has morals like a man and acted liked one. Ever since then his request for land changed. He wanted me instead. Of course my parents and brothers didn't let that happen. He was furious with my family and for a couple years he had been threatening us. Saying he would kill my family if they didn't give him me. That he would burn our home and kill our animals, but of course they were empty threats on his part. McClaire had a son, Jake and he knew what was happening with my family. When he would see me in town he would say that he was sorry for his father's behavior. We became, I guess somewhat friends. A couple of months before my seventeenth birthday he started coming around more. He knew of my experiences with guys." She said looking around at the guys. Spot was confused, he thought she said she had none. "Which was none. And that's how he liked his girls, I guess." she said looking at him. He smiled inside knowing that he was still her first kiss. "It just also happened to be around the time my friend Jon joined his gang." she said anger apparent in her voice looking straight at him. The others looked at him, all but Nathan who knew the truth.

"McClaire's gang was well known. McClaire himself might have given empty threats but his gang was known for doing all the dirty work." She looked down to the floor. "Not too long after my birthday it became so unbearable to live the life I had and told my parents that I would go with him. They wouldn't let me, even when my friends learned of my decision they too were in an uproar about it. Everywhere I went I either had someone from my family or a friend with me, to make sure that I wouldn't do anything stupid. But the thing was he was now threatening our neighbors and friends' lives just for my family to give me up. One night not too long ago from now, McClaire came to my house with his gang. Before any of us had time to get our guns or to be ready to fight. They killed my father." Spot could see tears forming in her eyes. "Then my mother and my brothers. My mother had made me pack a bag a couple of weeks before and my father always kept a horse ready to go. It was as my parents knew that this way going to happen." Tears started running down her cheek. Spot wanted to comfort her and hold her in his arms but he knew that now wouldn't be the time for such thing. He just looked away and he saw Nathan and Jon looking right at him. He looked away back to Accent. "I ran to Nathan's house for help and he got the rest of the guys together the next morning. And we left Ione. We started riding out east but McClaire and his gang caught our trail and were after us. He caught us. It was a fight like one I never been in. He was bigger than me and stronger but I wasn't going to let him win. It was either he died or me. Though it did seem like good idea for me I knew that my friends wouldn't forgive me if I did let myself die. We were near a cliff. He had just threw me down on the ground near the edge. He backed off a little saying 'See I always get what I want.' I... I got off the ground and had pulled my gun out on him. By then my friends had all gathered around us, they were even running over to help me. 'Jenna. Don't do it.' I heard Nathan say." she paused. She didn't like reliving this memory but she had to. Not just for her friends but for herself. "It was for that split second I took my eye off McClaire, that he ran up and grabbed my wrist. He had knocked my gun out of hand and pulled his out and held it right to my stomach. Before he pulled the trigger I was able to get my wrist free. But we both lost our balance. Jon grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back. McClaire, well... well he fell off. Right onto the rocks below. After that, well I came here and you know the rest." Accent still had the tears running down her cheek but she never bothered to wipe them away.

Everyone couldn't believe what she just said. A story like that was unrealistic in New York. Or certain parts of it at least.

"Accent I'm sorry." FC didn't know what to say. No one knew what to say. Normally they didn't learn about someone's past.

"It's not your fault." she said finally wiping the tears away. "Do you guys have any questions?" she asked preparing herself for anything they might ask.

"Accent?" She looked up and noticed that it was Jon who asked.

"It's my newsie name." she said.

"Newsie?" he asked again. He too was unfamiliar with the lingo of city people.

"I'll tell you later." this time Nathan spoke up for her. She looked at Nathan and gave him a nod.

"Accent. I didn't ask before because I thought that you might eventually tell someone. But have you been having nightmares lately?" FC asked.

"Ya. Why?" Accent wasn't concerned but she wanted to know what she asked.

"Because sometimes I would wake up to you talking like you were in a nightmare. Before I could even realize what was happening you stopped talking. Even when Oscar attacked you. Before you punched Jack, you were screaming for someone not the hurt you."

"I was?" she asked shocked of what she was being told. She knew exactly what dream she kept remembering.

"Were you dreaming of the fight you got in?" FC asked. Accent looked at Nathan.

"No." Nathan said. "She left out a part." not taking his eyes away from hers. He too knew exactly what event she was dreaming of. Everyone looked at him.

"Accent what is Nathan talking about?" Spot asked. "What does he know that she left out?" he thought to himself. He wanted to know everything.

"Nathan is right. I left out a part." she took a deep breath and turned toward Spot but not looking at him. "He almost raped me." she didn't speak for a moment. "One night before I had people with me all the time, my family was in town and I was alone at my house. I heard someone come in and I went downstairs. I was knocked out and when I woke up. My shirt was ripped opened, my pants off my hips and I saw my brothers and father fighting McClaire and his guys. My mother had ran over to me with a blanket to cover me and was protecting me. After a few minutes some more of my friends and neighbors had come to help. Apparently one of the towns people saw McClaire ride through town and found my father and told him that he saw McClaire headed towards our farm. My family had gotten there in time before he could really do anything." She looked at Spot. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." Spot just sat there. Taking in all the information she had just said. She got up and walked to her room. She closed the door and you could hear the click of the lock.

Accent went to her bed to lie down. She had to think about everything. What was she going to do. "Damn you McClaire. It would all have been fine if I just went with you. Or if I just wasn't even alive." She laid on her side and brought her knees to her chest. She held them close to her. She felt like the girl again back at home trying to seek shelter in the corner. She could hear the others mumble stuff but couldn't quite make it out. She didn't want the others to get involve but it was already too late. She was just going to have to find another way to fix things.

They heard her lock the door. Spot couldn't move, he didn't know what to say or do. He knew her past involved a guy named McClaire but everything she just said wasn't something he expected.

"Spot can you tell me what happened after I left?" Nathan spoke up.

"Um actually FC might be able to help you out more with that."

"FC?" Nathan asked her.

"Um after you guys left she seemed pretty upset. She went on her lunch break and she was attacked by a guy named Oscar. He almost raped her but Jack came to the rescue. She had collapsed and was out for the afternoon. She woke screaming and had punched Jack, saying she didn't know where she was. But before she was screaming for someone not to hurt her."

"And you said that she's been having nightmares." he thought for a moment. She nodded her head.

"Wait, if you're part of McClaire's gang why are you here?" Spot asked Jon.

"Because I wanted to warn her that his son was here. I joined the gang so I knew what they were going to do and warn her but she never listened. But she has to listen to me now." he said with some urgency in his voice.

"Spot I think you should go talk to her." Nathan said. Spot nodded his head and walked over to the door. He knocked. They didn't hear anything. No one moving around inside the room.

"Hey Accent, open up. It's me. I just want to talk." Nothing. Nathan was getting pretty worried. They stayed still trying to hear anything from her. For five minutes no one said nothing, no one moved.

"Shit, Jon." Nathan looked at Jon. He was worried about her silence.

"I know." he said. They both ran over to the door. Spot moved out of the way and Nathan kicked it in. He went inside and everyone followed. She was gone, no one was in the room. Entice looked at the window.

"You guys." she said and they all saw it.