Sooner was better than later. She didn't stop to ring the bell, walked right past Ava, only stopping to ask her if Bradin was home. Michelle strode up to his room and knocked sharply. She hadn't rehearsed what she would say, just what felt right.

She waited a few seconds and knocked again. No reply. That was funny.

Michelle was not interested in making up, or making peace, just coming to some agreement. She wasn't really sure. But if she didn't tell him he was going to be a father now she'd just chicken out later.

"Bradin, you there?" she called out blankly. She creaked open his door and walked into his familiar bedroom. Michelle heard water running and presumed he was in the shower.

She sat down on the edge of his bed, showing no emotion. His messy room brought back bad, and a few good memories, from a very short time ago.

She breathed in deeply, taking in his smell (which really was quite nice.) Remembering him made her sad, and miss him terribly. But she couldn't miss him? She hated him; well at least that's what she thought.

Michelle snapped back to reality from her thoughts and realised that quite a few minutes had passed and her ex, that's right, her EX had still not emerged from the bathroom.

She glanced around and noticed a envelope addressed to herself lying on his desk. She strolled over towards it, missing the dirty clothes littering the ground and picked it up.

Michelle- I love you and always will. I didn't want to hurt you, and now all your troubles will die. Please forgive me, I can't go on without you. Meet some guy who respects a woman's worth.

Forever and ever, Bradin.

All your troubles will die? This freaked her out a little. I can't go on without you? Okay, this was getting really freaky. I hope he's not being literal.

She noticed another note lying on the table.

Without you guys I would have gone way before this. Her heart skipped a beat as she continued to scan the scribbled letter.

She came to the last line. Death is the only way out for me.

"Bradin?" she called out again, really worried. She couldn't hold back scared tears.

"Are you there?"

She pushed open the bathroom door and almost fainted on the spot.

A high pitched scream filled the air and footsteps thumped up the stairs.

Bradins body lay lifeless in the bathtub, filled with bloody water. Large cuts were visible on his wrists and his head lolled to the side.

Michelle stood shocked as Johnny and Jay rushed past her, grabbing the unconscious boy and laying him on the floor.

She stopped moving while everyone rushed and panicked around her. It took her 30 seconds to snap back to reality. When she did, it snapped her like a knife.

Ava dialed 911 as Susannah tried to keep Nikki and Derrick from seeing there brother in such a state.

"Bradin, come on mate, wake up," Jay mumbled as he bound his wrists tightly to stop the bleeding. Johnny tried to pump air back into his lungs and start his breathing, looking distressed in the process.

Before she knew it, Michelle had been dragged out of the bathroom and downstairs. Everything was still a blur and she heard sirens.

"Bradin, where is he?" she cried, trying to pull free of Ava's grip and run back to him. "They're taking him to the hospital now. Your parents will be here soon," she cooed, trying to calm her down. But Michelle was focused on something else.

The boy she loved was being carried out on a stretcher, oxygen mask to mouth, but showing no sign of life. She watched as the medics fussed over him, some shaking there heads and others concentrating to much to show any sign of emotion.

In a matter of minutes her parents turned up, just after the ambulance had left. "Is he dead?" she muttered, sobbing uncontrollably. No one answered. She didn't protest as her father picked her up and took her home.

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"AHHH!" Michelle screamed, awaking from her nightmare. She lay on her bed, sweating badly. Her clock read midnight.

"Mum," she called out quietly. No one replied. She looked to her side and saw a picture of Bradin sitting next to her. Bradin?

The days events came back to her. Dead? This thought was enough to end her off crying again. She needed to see him.

They would probably all be at the hospital, right? I can sneak there and be back by morning. Oh god I need to see him.

She stood up, pulled on some jeans and started towards the door.

"Michelle Lee Flematti, where do you think your going?" Her mothers voice boomed over her.

She hung her head. "Mum, I need to see him, please."

"Go back to bed sweetie, don't worry, he'll be fine."

"Fine, fine! He tried to kill himself and you say he'll be fine!" she shouted stomping away from her mother.

"I got a call from Ava while you were sleeping, he is breathing again, now please go back to bed." The girl ran to her mothers arms and cried into her mothers shoulder.

"But, what if he isn't okay," she cried.

"We'll go to the hospital I the morning, now go get some rest." She turned around and walked back into her room, but could not sleep because of the fear of losing the boy she hated with such a loving passion.

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Ava, her roommates and the Westerley children sat on the hard, plastic chairs of Playa Linda hospital. They had heard little news about Bradin, only that he was (slightly) alive.

No one really spoke, except for the occasional mutter of anger or sadness. Everyone was to caught up in there own thoughts.

"How is he?" The family looked up to see Jennifer and Michelle looking worried.

"We're not to sure," Ava spoke up.

"Come sit down," Nikki said, pointing to the chairs next to her. The two fell onto the chairs and sat quietly.

A few minutes later a nurse walked into the waiting room and towards the concerned.

"Bradin Westerley's family?" she asked.

Everyone nodded and sat up straight.

"Is he okay?" called out Derrick, whose cheeks were tearstained.

"We think he will be just fine. You can go two at a time to see him if you are quiet," she said to the delight of everyone.

Nikki and Derrick were the first two to jump up. They went to see their brother and came back with rather large grins on their face. The idea that he had tried to kill himself was to hard for them to comprehend at the time, they were just overjoyed that their elder sibling was physically fine.

Ava and Susannah went in next, followed by Jay and Johnny while Michelle sat waiting.

After everyone else had seen him, Michelle went in on her own,

"Brae?" he looked up wearily at her. Before she went on he spoke.

"I'm so, so sorry to do this to you," he looked rather sad, like he was about to cry.

She walked over and sat on the edge of the hard hospital bed. "It's alright," she said, looking like she to wanted to burst into tears.

They sat silently for a few minutes, hand in hand.

The once muscular and toned boy she fell in love with seemed small and frail. She had to fight to hold back tears.

"Save me Shell." He broke the silence, and stared into her eyes. When she stared back she saw the sadness, and the hope in his faded, green eyes.

She couldn't say anything. He seemed frustrated and pulled himself up into a sitting position.

"I love you so much. If you refuse I'm just going to end up back her, or dead." He had a pretty convincing case.

She paused before saying anything. "I hate you right now and you can't expect me to take you back just like that." His face dropped (not that it really could from it's current state anyway. "But it kills me to not to love you." He looked pleased.

As soon as she said those words, new life came back to him. He pulled her towards him and kissed her lightly. At first she didn't kiss back, but something made her deepen it.

"If you loved me so much, why did all this happen?" she pulled away and he looked slightly hurt.

"The male really is quite powerless when someone, anyone strokes him the right way," he joked. Michelle did not look to amused.

But then she thought back to when Mike came back. Something really bad can feel pretty good.

"If I take you back, you can't hurt me again, serious."

"Shell, I would die for you, that is commitment is it not?" he replied earnestly.

She thought about that for a moment and it made sense, in a creepy way.

"I love you Brae."

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Second last chapter! That's so creepy.

Corny, I know, but sweet eh?

Almost finished, but Brae still needs to know the big secret.

Was that really bad? Or not?

I already know what will happen with the baby but if you have any ideas review so you can try and sway me!

Could someone please tell me who Deni is. I'm confused.

Love ya all,

MsMcCartney

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