Okay this chapter is a little long but we get to hear that secret so it's worth it! Enjoy:

I stopped playing with the fridge about a half-hour later and out it down. Jack was almost done with the robot. He was just double and triple checking everything. I yawned. It was getting late. I usually didn't go to bed until about 11:00p.m. but it was tiring day, I was aloud to go to bed earlier! I sat on chair and scooted up to jack. He finished the robot and I watched. It wasn't to interesting, but I liked watching him. He flipped his goggles up. I thought he might take them off but then I remembered he always wears them. He got up stretching and yawning.

"tired?" I asked.

"yeah. Long day. What about you?"

"yep."

"okay lets crash." He said going up the staircase. I followed. "I don't really have anything your size so…."

"it's okay I'll just sleep in these." I said. I was used to sleeping in the same clothes I wore that day. We locked up the lair and went up to the second floor. Jack's bedroom was all the way on the other side of the hall. I was glad about that because then I could look at all the amazing art work. It was hard containing my squeals of " oh look at that!" but jack's parents were sleeping and they probably wouldn't like being woken up by a stranger.

We entered jack's room. It wasn't as cool as the lair but it was pretty sweet. He had posters everywhere and the walls were black and red, his favorite colors, I recalled. He had bunk-beds. That was good, I didn't want to sleep on the floor or something.

"I call top bunk!" he said.

"uh no fair!" I said pretending to be annoyed. I was just glad I had bed unlike at home…

"hey you could of called it." He said heading over to a black dresser and pulling out P.J.'s. " alright I'm changing in there." He said nodding at a bathroom. He was lucky he had his own bathroom. I didn't even have my own room! He went in and I looked around his room. There wasn't much to it but it was nice. I noticed he had night-light. I laughed at that. I was still laughing when he came out of the bathroom.

"hey I need it to find my was in the dark."

"uh-huh right." I said still laughing.

"fine, lets see if you can tell where your going." And with that he flipped the light switch. He wasn't lying it was pitch black!

"oh my gosh where are you?" I said feeling my way around. "ha gotch ya." I said tapping his shoulder.

"oh be that way." He said moving towards the wall. He turned on the night-light. It wasn't bright at all but it helped. "night." He said climbing up the latter.

"night." I said back getting into bed. It was really comfy. Normally I would've fallen asleep instantly but I couldn't help worrying about chase. So I laid there staring at the clock on the dresser watching time go by… At about 2 a.m. I heard movement. My immediate response was that it was burglar or worse, chase young! But then I realized it was jack. He climbed down the latter. He looked over towards me. Aww, he's checking on me. I thought. Unfortunately he saw my eyes before I could move.

"what are you doing up?" he asked groggily.

"can't sleep. I keep thinking about chase and my past." He yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"hold on." He said going into the bathroom. When he came out he was holding a bottle of sleeping pills. "take these." He said tossing them to me.

"nah, that's okay, I'll fall asleep soon…" I said tossing them back. If I took the pills I would fall asleep and then if chase did come I'd already be knocked out for him!

"okay." He said putting them up on the dresser and going back to his bed.

(2 hours later.)

"hey! Hey becky! Are you still awake?" I contemplated ignoring him but decided against it.

"yeah." I said sitting up.

"me to." he said coming down the latter. He sat at the end of my bed. "wanna just talk until we're so tired we can't hold out eyes open?"

"sure." I said. Maybe talking to someone would ease my mind. "so talk about what?" I asked.

" I dunno. Whats on your mind?" although chase was on my mind, the main thing bothering me was my past so I answered him honestly,

"my past. I'm ready to talk about it if you want…"

"okay. What happened?"

"prepare yourself for a long story." I said, pulling the covers off and sitting cross-legged. And I begun my tale, " I would like to say that I was born a normal happy child. But sadly my life was different ever since the beginning. My mom died during child birth but they were able to save me. My dad was lawyer and I had an older brother. We weren't rich, but we were well supported. As I'm sure you can imagine it was hard growing up with no mother. I didn't have much other family so I was very close to my dad and brother. When I was fourteen my dad was in a car accident. He plowed into a tree and his skull was crushed. He went into a comma. My brother was 18 by this point so we moved into a small apartment and all my dads leftover money went to his medical bills. I turned 15 shortly after and began a part-time job. It was there that I met my only friend. A girl named Miranda. She helped me through my tough times and always invited me to lots of parties. Don't know how I could've made it with out her support. Because you see, not only did she support me, she also kind-of gave me a second home. Ever since the accident my brother started doing drugs. He was no longer kind and sweet. He was angry and abusive. Pretty much everyday I would go to miranda's house just to stay away from him. Eventually my brother died of an overdoes. I was really upset. I blamed myself thinking if only I had been there maybe he would've stopped using drugs. I was sad that I didn't get to know him any better. I really needed a friend by that point, but Miranda moved. I tried to keep in touch but she never returns my letters. I was 16 by that point. (A/N: she's 16 right now to. Oh and just wondering, have I succeeded in making anyone cry yet? pokes head through crowd) my aunt came to live with me. She was the only other family I knew. She ignored me and everyday went to work then went out clubbing. She hardly ever slept at home, she preferred a different man's house every night, if you know what I mean. Even though she had her own room, I did not. I slept on the couch. I was tempted to sleep in her room because she was never there but it was always locked. Whenever I did see it was when she came home drunk and I had to take care of her. The hospital said my dad was starting to get better. I was so happy. But soon thing started to decline. It was like that over the next 2 months. Every time I had some false hope he started to get bad again. One day the hospital called and said he had a lot more brain activity, and they would try waking him up the next day. I was so used to these calls being a disappointment, I didn't even bother to THINK about celebrating. So the next day the hospital calls, of course I'm expecting some big disappointment but they said they had succeeded in waking him up! I was tempted to believe they were lying, but then why would they be calling? I rushed to the hospital he was awake! I could barely restrain my self from jumping on the bed and giving him a big hug. But the first thing he said when I walked in was "who are you?" I couldn't believe it. I ran home and cried my eyes out. I felt like I could never be happy again when it was suppose to be the happiest day of my life. The doctors said there were options, we could get his memory back, and I actually thought it was true. But unfortunately he died the next day. I had nothing. I was alone in the world. I wished everything was different. I thought, "why couldn't the accident have just killed you?" and I wished I died along with my mother that I would never have to live my horrible life. But you can't change these things, I just had to deal with it. So one more month went by and the xiaolin monks showed up, and now I'm here and that's my story." (A/N: okay the story is switching to narration by becky momentarily.)I don't know what was it that day that compelled me to tell him everything. But I was glad I did. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted. Even though I felt better on the inside, I was crying wreck on the outside. The last thing I remember about that long, long day was sobbing into jack's chest before I finally fell asleep…

Oh so sad. Please R&R.