"Aaah!" I yelled out as I sat up. I grabbed my arm.

"Angel! S'matta?" Bailey asked sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "Yer arm hoits?"

"No, Bai. We need te talk. I really need te get dis out an soon, befora I die from confusion." I said getting up and grabbing Bailey's collar. I pulled her outside. "I'm havin deese dreams! Dey won't go away an all I can think of is it's somethin dat happened. And te youse!"

"Whudd de hell er ye talking bout!" Bailey asked bewildered. "Draggin me out hea and actin all crazy."

"Look, I dunno why I've been havin deese dreams. But derre bout youse. I've been havin em fer weeks now an dey won't go away. All bout you, Mr. Bloom, and Treva."

"Ang, whudder ye getting at?" Bailey asked looking worried.

"Look, fer some reason I know dat Treva is related to us. I really don't wanna believe it, DAMNIT BAI! He kissed me!"

"Ang, how… I don't wanna know. It's true. He's oua half brodda.. I prolly shoulda told ye a long time ago, I didn't believe it meself. Not till afta we moved hea. A few weeks afta I met up wid ye guys, I ran inta Treva meself. Said he found de adoption papes. Sorry"

"Bai, ye shoulda told me! 'Specially afta he told ye!"

"Look, I know I shoulda. I jus thought it was a bad time." Bailey shrugged her shoulders, "Ye were kidnapped afta all."

"Riight, an ye waited all dis time till now te tell me? Scratch dat youse didn even tell me."

"Look, I figuad dat ye didn't need te know when we stopped havin trouble."

"Bai, whudder we gonna do?"

"Look, Treva don't know ye know his lil secret. Fer now we do nothin, but we might wanna tell Spot soon."

"Spot's gonna get a kick outta dis. Me own blood kissed me an tried te kill."

"Calm yerself. If ye think bout it, it could be woise. Atleast hes only half." Bailey said shrugging her arms. "I mean, how gross would it be if dat was Scott. Think bout it.. Yeah… it'd be gross. Besides as long as he didn't kiss ye like Spot does den yer fine."

"Ye know, ye kinda got a point. No matta, its still gross." I said leaning against a wall. "Not te mention. I think I know why he killed yer fosta parents. He knew bout de money."

"Whudd?"

"All dese dreams I had point te one thing. Yer fosta fatha had money an Treva had te find out bout it. How can things get so far?"

"Angel, lets go inside. We gotta long day aheada us n we'l talk bout dis tomorra." Bailey said heading inside.

"Yeah. Tomorra." I looked into the sky and stood outside feeling the wind beat against me. I could hear boys yelling somewhere on the streets. "I don wanna be caught out hea in a night like dis." I said to myself going inside hearing the riot of boys coming closer.

"Rise en shine!" Bailey and Doodles yelled pulling the covers off of me and tickling me first thing in the morning.

"Ey! Come on. I couldn sleep last night. Lemme sleep a lil mora." I begged swatting them off and rolling over on my tummy.

"Get yer ass up! We gotta get back te Brooklyn and I doubt Christina would wan ye te spend de day sleepin while her folks are gettin back." Bailey snapped slapping my ass and I shrieked in pain.

"Layoffa me tush will ye! Rememba yestaday? A lil bit?" I questioned Bailey who ignored me and walked off. "Dis is whudd I get fer stickin me nose whea it donn belong. I could be in Brooklyn.. me own bed.. sleepin in Spot's arms if I waned."

"Shuddup. Ye know ye enjoy gettin in trouble mora den sleepin." Doodles said slapping my arm.

"Take it easy killa. I'm injuad rememba." I said holding my arm.

"Sorry, I fergot. Come on. We gotta long walk back te Brooklyn. Specially since ids gonna take me a while." Doodles said looking at her leg.

"Yeah."