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Chapter 4

Sydney's POV

I woke up the next morning with a huge headache. I sleepily walked into the bathroom, got into the shower and turned on the hot water. Jets of hot water splashed my body. I got out the shower, dried myself and got dress in my usual suit pants and blouse for work.

I went into the kitchen, put some bread in the toaster and went back into the bathroom to finish my hair.

I had just brushed it when my toast popped and the doorbell rang. Looking back it proberly would have been better if I went to get my toast, but I choose the door.

I was expecting some door-to-door sales person, a charity wanting donations, or even some religious group trying to get me to join. But I wasn't expecting him...

...Yes Vaughn was standing at the door when I opened it. I hadn't thought much about what happened last night, the dismissive conversation, but it all came back to me.

I stared at the man standing in front of me. "What do you want?" I asked after a long time.

"Syd, we need to talk"

"Talk, talk. You have to be kidding me right? Vaughn you did all the talking in Paris that night. So tell me was all that just lies to get me into bed? Or did you decide that poor Sydney, she needs some comfort after what she's been through? Well let me tell you Michael" I spat his name "the times I needed someone to support me, no-one was ever there. It was always me, alone. Sure my dad was there for me, but a girl needs someone to love her and look after her when she was sick. And let me tell you something Mr. Vaughn..."

"Sydney" Vaughn started.

"No you want to talk, so I'm talking," I said "So yeah Vaughn I was sick, I had bloody breast cancer, and did anyone seem to care? No, sure a got a bunch of flowers from Dixon occasionally, and some phone calls from Weiss, but did anyone actually want to come and see me? No. Ok. I was alone and now you think that you can just come back when its right for you, you want to talk well you know what I just won't listen" with that I slammed the door in his face and fell on the nearby couch and cried,

The doorbell rang again, "GO AWAY!" I yelled

"SYDNEY, LET ME IN PLEASE"

I ignored his comment, and then he yelled again, "PLEASE SYD LET ME IN"

"I TOLD YOU TO GO AWAY!"

"SYD, PLEASE"

I wasn't planning to do what I did, but I went into my bedroom, opened my drawers and removed my gun and took the safety lock off and walked to the front door, I opened it.

Then a shot was fired.

A/N-So a cliffhanger, more soon I promise. A short chapter, but I didn't know what to write so I made a lot of it up as I went along. Thank you so much for all the reviews. They are fantastic! But if anyone has any ideas about who fired the shot, or who got shot let me know. I have some ideas but its still undecided. Its school holidays here in Australia now so I should be putting up more chapters, but I'm not sure how spare time I will have because I have lots of assignments. Ah the joys of Year 10. Ok Bye. So Review please!!!