Hey guys. Sorry I haven't updated in a bit. Loads of things have been going on, and honestly I've been getting a bit sick and tired of fanfiction. But don't worry. I will not just abandon anything. So here we are. Before I let you get to the chapter I'd just like to tell you all something.

As some of you may know, 2015 ended up a really tough year for me. We don't have to go into much detail but things just kept on happening, knocking me right over as soon as I had gotten back on my feet. And sometimes- I just couldn't see a light at the end of the tunnel to be an end of that tunnel. For an end to all of that pain.

But it did get better, but for me to take all credit to keep on going on would be wrong because- I have so many people to thank for helping me. So many people who have been by my side even when things were at their very worst. And some of those are you here on fanfiction.

So to you, yeah. You who are reading this. If you were there during 2015. If you reviewed, favorite-marked, followed or just read. Thank you, you were a part of what helped me walk on and I could never have gotten through things without you.

Thank you.

Onto the chapter.

I can honestly say. That the three months that followed were the worst ones of my life. I wanted nothing more than to go back to the dumping ground. But knowing I couldn't. And not wanting to hurt anyone. I just kept quiet in the middle of it all. Tried to see the positive side, even when there wasn't one- and there wasn't one more often than there was. And during a while, I just wanted it all to be over…

I must have sat through most of the long way home in that back seat looking out the window. Mum shifted in between sleeping, nagging to stop for whatever reason (usually candy) or talking wildly about some stupid children's TV show she had been watching or whatever- whatever it was I couldn't care less for it anyway.

"How does it feel to be back home?"

Patrick asked the question just as he pulled over into the parking lot of the shining sun. At first I couldn't even bother to answer and just stepped out of the car, took one of the bags with my stuff and then just walked up to the door while Patrick was still trying to wake up mum whom had fallen asleep towards the car window.

The residents of Sunshine had all gone into their rooms for the night. But in the living room sat Sarah, a care worker that had worked here the longest. And while I expected her to give me such a lecture it would wake the whole block up. She- without a word embraced me and held me tight.

"Don't you scare me like that ever again."

I had never heard Sarah's voice like that. It sounded almost like she had been crying, and knowing I was the one that had caused something I couldn't even have imagined before sent another flash of guilt through my gut while I could have punched myself for everything I had caused.

"I'm sorry."

Sarah didn't answer verbally. She just pulled back silently and stroke my cheek slightly. I could still have punched myself for everything I had caused. Especially when I saw tears glittering in her eyes- but I just couldn't get myself to say anything. Even though while we both looked down, what she said we both knew was a lie.

"It's okay."

I would have done anything for an excuse to walk away. And it came when we both looked up when the door opened and in came mum and Patrick. Mum was drowsy and let herself be led by Patrick while I let go of Sarah and then silently walked after and sat down on my bed while Patrick walked outside to the car again and came back with my bags that he put onto the floor and then walked up to mum's bed. Looking to me as if he wondered why I hadn't done what he was about to do already- I should have known better shouldn't I?

"She can sleep in those." Patrick nodded to mum's soft jeans and sweatshirt while taking her shoes off. "We can't get her changed now although, you need to help me to get her away from the covers so we can put them over her." Without a word I gave a nod, and carefully made mum roll over so to the point she wasn't lying on the covers anymore.

"Thanks for the help." Once Patrick had draped the covers over mum and checked so she was still asleep he thanked me whispering. "Do you want anything? Something to eat or something?" I shook my head. "Well. It wasn't that long ago since we stopped to eat. Keep an eye on your mum and I'll be back in a minute." I nodded, and once Patrick had gone I got up a pyjamas from my bag and glanced to my sleeping mother.

And here I was again. Doing what care workers would have done if I hadn't been here taking care of my mum. It felt like forever had passed since I ran away even though it hadn't even been two weeks. And despite that time and having run away I was more confused than ever and nothing had changed. And I'd bet nothing was ever going to change neither.

I didn't know how much later it was, it felt like decades but couldn't have been more than half an hour when I had got into a Winnie the Pooh pyjamas and sat in the window seal in mine and mum's room. Mum laid under her covers snoring slightly but right then I couldn't have cared for her less. I had always liked this place, and it had always seemed like the place where I could think clearly and come up with the right answers- although I doubted anything could have done so right now.

"Come on now Kenny." I had barely noticed him coming up and flinched when Patrick laid a hand on my shoulder and gently pulled me down from the seal and around around. "It's almost two in the morning." It wasn't more than three steps over to my bed. And while I laid down Patrick took the covers and draped it over me once I'd laid down. "I know there's a lot right now but you need sleep… We'll have to go to the police station tomorrow." Patrick said as he sat down on the edge of my bed. "No matter how we twist and turn things you'll have to be a part in getting Scotty out of jail. But don't worry. No one will hurt you, and if those police have got a tiny bit of heart in them he'll be out in no time." He stood up and patted my shoulder slightly. "Goodnight. Try and get some sleep now."

Get some sleep- well that was easier said than done. That night I probably sat a world record in how many times you could fall asleep, then awake again five minutes later with getting as little sleep as possible. And when I saw the clock drawing closer and closer to morning, I just wanted to keep awake to drag out on it as long as it was possible. Anything never to have to face reality again.

It was with stiff steps and my head hanging that I walked up to the police station next to Patrick the day after I got back. And it was with my hands shoved into my jeans pockets I sat in a chair next to him with a police officer.

"Well…" When both the officer whose nametag read H. Ralston turned to me it was my turn to start talking. "Ehrm… Well…" Mr. Ralston raised an eyebrow, and I drew a deep breath and started from the beginning. "I'm pregnant. And when I found out I didn't know what to do. I wanted to just get away for a while and just… think and… wonder about what I wanted to do. But I didn't think anyone would let me. Then Scotty walked by and I told him everything. He got me the bus tickets and such. But he only did what I wanted him to do. So you shouldn't keep him here- if anyone. I should be here instead of him…" Mr. Ralston smiled slightly, and even though it looked like the reassuring kind of smile, I didn't dare to believe and shivered.

"We don't put teenagers in prison for being confused." He wasn't smiling anymore, but still looked like one who wanted nothing but to comfort. "Yes, for you to do that was irresponsible." I shivered again- as if I didn't know that! "But, so was it for Scotty to help you do it. And he was the adult. But… what has been done has been done and like I said- we do not put teenagers in prison for being confused, and neither do we the adults that try and help… Now, I get that Mr. Marten shouldn't have been put here in the first place. But getting him out of here won't be done in five minutes. However, I can send a guard to talk to him. And if he's okay with it you two should be able to get a few seconds to talk. Would you like that?"

A feeling of having a bucket of ice water tipped over my head ran through my whole body. And it almost made me want to get sick. But still, I forced myself to nod. Mr. Ralston nodded and slightly patted my shoulder while walking by me and out of the room.

"You can come and talk to him now. Just follow this guard."

Every second felt like hours while waiting for him to come back, then while I alone followed a guard through the hallway and into a room where Scotty sat dressed in grey sweatpants and a ragged, black sweatshirt. This was nothing like what you would get to see on TV. There was no glass walls with phones on either side or guards standing behind him. He wasn't even wearing handcuffs and I certainly couldn't find the right words while the guard stopped right inside the door.

"Don't worry pet." The guard told me too quietly for Scotty to hear. "Even if you wouldn't have been telling us the truth Mr. Marten wouldn't be able to hurt you. Good luck."

It felt like I had really needed that luck- wish and about a million other ones for this to go right while I walked up to Scotty and he stood up. I was shaking from head to toe. And knowing I couldn't have found the right words to save a life I said what needed to be. But still what sounded way too weak in this. While at the same time it was the only thing I could have said.

"I'm sorry."

I held my neck bent, staring into the ground not to have to look at him. I couldn't remember ever feeling this ashamed before. I just wanted to sink through the ground and never return to any of this. But since that wasn't an option I just stayed there waiting for him to answer.

I looked up slightly, not much enough to see his face but I could see him pulling his hands out of his pockets. Then held his arms just hanging along his sides in that way that let you see how much a person has given up or how hopeless he feels. I was dreading what would come next and flinched when he lifted his arms and took a step closer.

"It's alright." Scotty just embraced me and rubbed my back. "It's okay. There, there."

I tried with all that I had not to cry- this wasn't my turn to cry and while Scotty stayed as calm as he always had been I was pretty sure that he could have broken down there and then. While at the same time there wasn't one single part of me whom thought I deserved this, I didn't want him to let go and swore mentally when the guard behind me cleared his throat.

"Time to go Miss LaRusso." He said, darkly but steadily. "Don't worry, we'll have Mr. Marten home with you in no time. As far as everything you told us was correct." I nodded. "Come on now." A bit more annoyed the guard laid a hand on my shoulder and steered me back from Scotty and to the door. "Don't worry." He told me again. "He'll be home soon."

I could feel a lump rise in my throat again as just as the door fell closed I looked back on Scotty. He smiled- but not happily, only in that nervous way you do when you're falling apart. And I tried to say something. But while my lips moved I couldn't get a single word out. And maybe that was for the best anyway.

…"At least you'll get to go home"…

So, Kenny is back at Sunshine… what happens next? Well, you'll have to wait and see.

Random fact

I have probably gotten a whole lot in the whole police- thing wrong. But we all have to live with that. It's still fanfiction and things aren't going to be right as for fanfiction do hours of research. So, I'm just writing it in the way I think suit the storyline and try to keep it somewhat realistic. Okay? Everybody's okay with that? Good!