Author's note: This chapter took me a long time to write. It's probably not all that good and I apologize. It's probably one of the longest chapters yet. Maybe the longest one I'll write.

It was dark out. The sky was filled with millions of shining stars. The moon lit up the sky. The wind was blowing soft, cool, breeze. The trees were rustling. It was a nice Sunday night. Craig's arm was now around Quinn. He was comforting her. They were both leaning back against the log that she had tripped over, talking. She had told him what happened at home, about her father, leaving them, leaving the family, leaving his life, leaving everything behind for a stupid gardener.

"Your family needs you Quinn, you need to say goodbye to him. This could be the last time you may ever see him. You don't want something to happen and then regret it your whole life, believe me. I'll help you home, if you want?"

She tried rolling her ankle. Tears were falling from her eyes because of the pain. She didn't even bother trying to get up.

He went on. "I'll help. Here." He got up. "Take my hand"

She trusted him. She put one hand on the log and one hand in his arm. She needed some support to stand up. He pulled her up quick. He was pretty strong for as skinny as he was.

"Here, put your arm around my neck, and I'll be like, your human crutch." He sounded excited. He had wanted to help her out.

She did as she was told. He placed his hand around her hip. His hand was softly the outskirts of her skin, rubbing her, in soft, calming, circular motion. They started heading towards the park. He picked her up so she wouldn't have to cross the log, but then she remembered something, his guitar.

"Craig, where's your guitar?"

He turned around, Quinn, in his arms.

Luckily the log was right behind him and he didn't have to go very far to get it. He had set right next to a small tree. He placed her down from the cradle of his arms, now her arm around him, his hand around her hip.

He reached over the log to the tree, and he quickly grabbed it. He didn't want to hurt her.

"Thanks"

They walked in silence out of the woods.

"Where do you, um, where do you live?"

"Just keep going straight, I'll tell you when we get to the stop light."

"Alright"

They kept walking. She was sort of hopping on her right foot, since her left ankle was sprained. She had most of her weight placed on Craig. However, her arm was tired from hanging around his neck. He was a good six inches taller than her. She was sure they looked funny like this. He probably looked the hunchback of Notre Dame he was slumping over so bad she thought. His curly hair felt soft and nice brushing up against her face.

Quinn looked up to the sky. It had been at least midnight. It was dark and the moon had turned east. She was pretty sure her dad and Alysia were all packed and taking the red eye tonight. She wanted to say goodbye, Craig had talked her into it. She didn't know why, but he had sounded so sad when she had mentioned her father leaving. She didn't know what her mother would think if she showed up with on the doorstep with Craig, arms around her and everything. Her mother probably wouldn't like him. Meredith Jacobson always thought poorly of the boys that Quinn dated. She often went for the rocker types. Her mother thought they weren't good enough for her, not that she was home enough to ever figure out who they were and what they were like. On the weekends she was either out with the girls from work, or at home, sleeping. Her father was often at bars in his free time, or on dates, cheating on her mother, probably with Alysia.

They had finally arrived at the stop light. Craig looked down at her.

"So, where do we go from here?"

"Turn right, keep going straight."

The turned right and headed straight.

This was always a nice part of the city. It wasn't secluded but it was secure. There were bushes and trees all around the sidewalk. The houses were all built on hills and had monstrous brick steps leading up the houses. Quinn had often taken walks here, but it was always during the day. The neighborhood was twenty minutes from her house. It was voted "Safest Neighborhood" by the main Newspaper in Toronto. That's why she liked it, it was safe and secure. It was everything she wished her life could be.

Craig spoke up. "These are some pretty awesome houses"

She agreed "I know, I know, they probably cost a ton." She had to agree. It was the truth. The houses were all unique in their own way. And they were big. Huge, they were indescribable.

Craig started thinking. She must be rich, really rich. I knew she had money when I seen her car, but this, this is awesome! I mean, I know how she feels about her dad. I mean, I was in her place…a long time ago…so many thoughts running through his head

They kept walking. She was getting tired. There was a bench a head.

"Craig, can we sit down, just for a sec, my arm's getting really tired?"

"So is my back. Good idea"

Craig helped her get on the bench. It was a dark colored wood. The kind you see in camp grounds. The kinds that give you splinters. Craig sat facing the street, while Quinn sat facing Craig, ankle resting on his upper leg. Her back had zero support.

The street light was shining a bright light. It milked out the sky. She didn't know what the curfew in Toronto was to be out of the streets, but she was sure that she and Craig had broken it.

If Joey knew I what I was doing, I would be in so much trouble right now. He started thinking about Quinn, what he was going to do. He had just romantically wooed her with the song, but she had just sprained her ankle. He was hoping to make a good impression with her family, but the way Quinn talked about them; he didn't know what to think. He knew her little sister would like him, seeing how he is a pretty attractive guy, and he knew that. But parents often despised him. No matter how hard he tried to impress them…

Craig started the conversation, He looked toward her. "How's your ankle? Does it hurt less?" Both of them were still in the same clothes from the previous day before, the only exception that he had put his red and white flannel on Quinn the before, so she would stay warm. It hadn't really helped her, but it was a nice gesture, seeing how she had left her jacket at his house and hadn't bothered picking it up.

She looked into his eyes. He really did care about me, the way he was looking; he looked so concerned she thought.

"It's alright, I think, it still hurts pretty bad. My mom is probably going to look at it. If she's up…" she trailed off.

Craig took a look at it. There it was resting on his lap. Her other leg was now on the ground. He felt terrible. He gently reached down to the ground and picked up her other leg and placed it gently on his lap. Her right foot was in a flip flop, which looked to be named brand. It looked to be worn in greatly. He took it off and started rubbing her it. He did it gently since he didn't really want to hurt her.

I haven't shaved my legs in three days, and my feet are filthy. He probably thinks I'm extremely as an unhygienic, hairy beast. I don't want him to. I want him to think of me better…

"I hope my feet aren't too dirty…" She was embarrassed and was pretty sure her cheeks were turning red.

Craig didn't want to tell her the truth. They were very dirty. His hands were grimed with dirt. He didn't care though. He was here with Quinn, enjoying this late fall night.

They were the only ones on the street for a long time, but then a car came driving by

Craig wanted to get home. He was tired from the previous night. He was mentally drained. "You ready to get home, since, we do have school and everything tomorrow…?"

She didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay with Craig. But it was true, school was tomorrow and it was only her first week.

"Alright, do mind helping me up?"

He gently placed her legs on the ground. He bent down and put his arm over her. He had helped her up again.

Just as they had started walking the car drove by, again. Craig thought it was Jeff Isaacs' but he knew it couldn't be. They lived at least 25 minutes from here and Ashley was probably home, being depressed.

"See Manny I told you. They've spent the night OUTSIDE for two days now, I seen them outside in the park."

This isn't Ashley. It can't be. Manny was thinking to herself. Ashley had called her earlier that day and told her they were to spy on Craig tonight. She didn't want to. She didn't want to hurt Quinn's feelings, but she had already bruised Ashley's heart last year. She was feeling guilty. Manny stared out the window. Ashley wasn't acting like herself. She was a jealous psychopath. This wasn't the girl who was laid back anymore. She didn't know Ash very well to begin with but now, she wasn't sure where the lost soul went…

Ashley went on. "That little bitch thinks she can get anything she wants. Well, I'll show her…I will, just wait"

Ashley drove home, Manny remaining in the front seat next to her…

Craig and Quinn arrived at her house sometime after 1:00. He carried her up to her porch. It was a dark, brown cherry wood. It had an '1800's' look to it. Craig knocked on the door for her as he placed Quinn on the railing.

He didn't want to wake everyone up, but there weren't any lights on

Quinn was embarrassed. "There, um, there, probably just sleeping. They, they, have probably left. It doesn't matter, Craig, I know where the spare key is"

Quinn pushed herself off of the railing and tried standing. She was using her grandmother's porch swing for support.

It did matter. It mattered to Craig.

A light flickered inside the house. Someone came to the door. It was Marie.

"Oh. Hi, Craig, and, hi, Quinn" Marie's hair was unusually messy. She was in her night gown

"Thanks for waking me up"

She sounds so excited to see me

"Um. Hi, your mom home?"

"Nope. She's out and he left already. What else is new, what are you doing here?"

Of course he left. That selfish pig only cares about himself

Quinn interrupted Craig. "I sprained my ankle, he brought me home"

"Sprained your ankle? Yeah, Okay. I believe you"

God, must she continue on with this sarcasm?

Craig spoke up. "You mind if I help her in, uhhh, I don't really know your name, Quinn's little sister?"

Marie was pissed. "It's Marie, and yeah, go ahead, it's not like anyone likes the bitch anyway…"

Marie opened the door for them. There were newspapers torn through out the house. Fine china was broken. The fabulous wooden flooring now covered in her father's old clothing.

Mom must have had a break down…she must of went out. What a great plan for revenge…

Craig and Quinn walked through the hallways. There were pictures broken and torn. Holes in the wall.

"Wow, you have big house…"

"I guess, it usually, doesn't' look like this…"

She was terribly embarrassed. She was about to cry

They arrived at one of the doors to her room, Craig opened it for her.

"Wow. This is awesome" he looked at the tennis racket. "You play tennis, I didn't know that…"

"Actually. I don't. Not anymore…" she said trailing off

He looked around. He had seen a stack of CD's, a huge plasma T.V., a couple of posters of some classic rock bands, and a picture of her and what seemed to be her sister.

This room is awesome…

"Alright, well, I'm going to go then." He had to go. This wasn't the place time for him to be here.

"No, stay with me. Please. I need you Craig. I need you here, with me."

She wanted to get back at her parents. So many thoughts were running through her head. She decided it was time. She was 17, she could take care of baby now, and it was with a guy she really liked. They would have pretty babies together. Yes, this is the perfect plan, the perfect plan to get to get back at them.

He wanted to stay. He really did. But he already screwed up with Joey enough. What would happen if they had sex? If he got her pregnant…?

She didn't him to stay. God, I never tell anyone the real truth, I need to tell him. I need too! Quinn was getting mad at herself. So many thoughts were going through her mind.

She was now on her bed. Her ankle wasn't any better. She started patting down her comforter in circling gesture, telling Craig to come and sit down. It was a dark, dark green. It sort of had a Victorian touch to it. It was light and perfect for a muggy summer night…she always stored it away during the winter time.

I can't resist her.

"Craig, come here, seriously" she was getting into now. She wanted him.

She went on. "Let's just say this is my thank you present for the last few nights"

Craig, looking quite puzzled walked over and sat next to her on her bed.

"Look, Quinn, I don't feel that this is the time and place, for you know…."

What was she doing, she didn't want to this with him, not now.

"Craig, I…" She leaned over to him and started kissing her.

He couldn't resist. He wanted her so bad. He leaned back in.

They eased into it. Soon they were making out. He had one knee, leaning on the bed, his hands, removing his flannel shirt that was now wrapped around Quinn's body…

I can't be doing this. I can't.

Craig stopped.

"Quinn, I can't do this not now, I, I've got to be getting home alright?"

He sat on the edge of her bed. He ran his fingers through his hair. A nervous look spread across his face

He suddenly thought of three people. Manny, Ashley and Baby Maude.

"Fine, Craig, just go, okay?"

"Quinn, I'm sorry, I, just, bye"

Craig quickly bolted out the door. She scooted across her bed. She put her pillow across her face and let out a scream. She needed an outlet. An outlet for her pain. Across the table beside her bed lye a pair of scissors.

I'm not going to do this. I'm not going to do this. I'm not going to do this!

The scissors looked so tempting for her to use. She had needed a new outlet for her pain, she wanted to do it. She wanted to get back at Craig, her parents, her sister, her life, her everything, She swore that shiny blades were talking to her. "Use us." "Use Us."

She wanted to. She couldn't stand it anymore. She rolled over and used all of her arm strength to lean up against her headboard.

She looked around to make sure no one was coming near her room. She picked them up. The twisted them around on her finger for a while, thinking if she was really going to do this. She always thought of people who cut them selves as sad and depressed

Well, that's what I am. A loser, a loser who can't keep a guy.

She decided that she would go through with it. She opened the blades. She cut through an imaginary piece of paper.

She wanted to end it. She wanted to end it now. She took the blade and put the pressure on her skin of her wrist. This was it. The wound now broke open and the blood was flowing freely…

This is for you Dad.

This was the outlet that she needed, the outlet that she wanted. She finally found a way to control the pain. The pain of her life. The pain of her problems…