"I'm really sorry, I really am. It's just I got scared is all. I don't know if this is the place for me what if I had hurt someone. I can't stay here, I can't and I'm really sorry. You tried to help me but I can't be helped, not the way you think. I just want to stay safe and not hurt anyone anymore." Brooke mumbled to the floor as Piotr wouldn't let her go.

"No Brooke, we can help you I can't let you walk out that door." He replied refusing to give up his fight.

They both stood there in the front hall, people walking by the two not understanding the importance of the moment between the two. She held back her tears not wanting to leave her sanctuary, but it didn't feel right to stay where she was putting others in danger. She sighed and wiped her eyes dry as she tried to take a step back.

"Piotr, I can't stay here forever, you'll have to let go of me eventually." She smiled at his resistance.

"That's what you think." He replied without happiness.

She sighed again and gave into his hold, she knew deep down inside she was in more danger out there than where she was right now. Unfortunately the thought of what would've happened if Piotr had not acted so quickly kept playing in her head. She could never have forgiven herself if she had hurt her one true friend, the only person in which she could place her whole trust. She took a deep breath before finally pushing firmly against Piotr to leave after a long good bye.

"Where are you going?" He asked as she reached the double oak doors.

"I don't really know myself Piotr, one day I'll see you again, on better terms." She smiled sadly at his stocky figure.

"I'll hold you to that." He tried to make the situation lighter, but it only seemed to make the mood worse.

Without another word she turned around and headed down the gravel driveway, the world at the end of it loomed at her through the bright sunny day. She pulled the small bag of clothes she had stocked up higher on her shoulder. She heard a vehicle pulling up from behind the twist in the road so she stepped to the side to allow it room to pass. She watched as a motorcycle came around the corner and start to quickly pass her. All of a sudden it made a quick stop and turned, its tires catching the small gravel.

"Brooke, girl there you are." She heard a loud male voice say to her.

She turned and saw the man the motorcycle had stopped and was tossing his helmet aside. He was a little taller than her and had dark spiky hair and bright green eyes; she had to admit he was very good looking. She gave him a confused look as he ran over and pulled her into an embrace into his worn leather jacket.

"Do I know you sir?" She asked as he pulled away and gazed at her.

He looked concerned at the girl in his arms, "you don't remember me do you. They said you might not, it's me Bradley your older brother. Mom and dad are on their way. We're here to rescue you; you don't remember any of this do you?"

"No I'm sorry to say I don't, you said mom and dad are on their way?" She checked near speechless.

He nodded and led her back to his motorcycle before they drove back up to the mansion doors. Piotr was shocked to see Brooke back and on a bike and to see to expensive Rolls Royce behind the bike occupants.