So chapter four is in. It's getting harder to think of things to write, but still I press on. I hope to soon finish this story, and I hope its still good enough to keep your attention. So keep reading and dont forget to review thanx!

Chapter Four

The two made it out of the tunnel into a clearing where Margaret lie sleeping on a moss covered rock. The fresh air lightly moving her hair side to side, brushing upon her bare back. She was for some reason naked. Her cloths were scattered and torn into pieces. Clark didn't know what to say or think. Cassandra quickly picked at Clark's jacket.

"Come on, take it off, don't you see she has no cloths now!" She pulled if off Clark before he had time to think.

"Oh sorry."

"Just like a guy." She shook her head and placed the coat lightly on Margaret. Margaret mumbled something in her sleep, but it went un-noticed. Clark came up to Margaret and lifted her back into his arms.

"My place is near here."

"How do you know?"

"Because when I go to work I pass through here. This is Metropolis Park, and I live near it. We just need to move quickly since she's, well you know naked." She took off her coat and placed it on Margaret.

Morning was nearing and Clark still hadn't returned. Martha Kent lay in her bed wide awake. After the loss of her husband, Jonathan Kent, she had not been able to sleep ever the same. She put her nose into Jonathan's old pillow. His sent was still there, and he felt so near to her. How many nights did she lie awake wanting to end her life to be with him again, but she had to be strong. She loved her son so much that she could not bare to do it. Her alarm went off and she quickly turned it off. It was time to start another day without her husband, another day to live alone.

Cassandra found something for Margaret to dress in and woke her to do so. As Margaret went into the rest room to get dressed Clark and Cassandra sat on the edge of her bed.

"Its not safe for you to go today." Truth was she didn't want to be alone with Margaret. Not that she hated her or anything, but just being with her alone made her think of her mother, of her father, of the past. Clark looked at her, he has so many questions to ask her. Like how did she learn to fight like that, and what was the orb she was talking about? He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He stared at the half wall. He got up with out thinking and walked towards it. He looked down into the living room, because of the wall being only half allowing a great view of the whole apartment.

"Nice place."

"Thanks," She replied getting off the bed and making her way to Clark's side. "Not many people have a view of there whole house, or apartment, from the bed room." Margaret came into the room once again fully dressed in what Cassandra had given her. She came up to Clark and put her arms around her.

"I love you, I love you." She kissed Clark's cheek. " I love you." Clark tried to push her away, but feeling the pain to much went straight to his cheek, that was now burning. Margaret released her embrace and looked down at the apartment. "Hello there," she waved. "My name is Margaret, what is yours?" The two looked down to see what she was waving at, of course Cassandra knew no one was there. Margaret took Cassandra's hands in hers, now, and kissed cuddled them with her face. "I love you too, you've been so good to me. You would never hurt me like brother and Mrs. Mayfair."

"Wait...who?" Cassandra was a confused to why she had mentioned her mother. "What did my mother do?"

"She did so many things, she hurt me. I didn't do something right, she'd scold me." She went to the bed and laid on it. "Two days ago I didn't take my medicine and she yelled at me and forced me to take it."

"Two days ago? You must be mistaken...my mothers dead, you know that."

"No she isn't. That's something I had to tell you, before the noise happened. I had to tell you the truth. I'm scared." Cassandra took one look at Clark and one look towards the livingroom.

"I don't understand...are you telling me my mother isn't dead?"

"It's exactly what I'm saying." Margaret pulled at a piece of hair. "She was the one who ripped my cloths and then gave me my medicine."

"What do you mean, that she was near us this whole time?" Asked Clark. Margaret nodded her head yes.

"How can that be? They found her body." Cassandra closed her eyes. She was trying to hold back the tears that wanted to come out. She was telling herself that her mother wasn't alive, that Margaret had done it all to herself, ripping her cloths and then took a little nap. She wasn't all there already, maybe it could have been her imaging it. "I saw her body." Her voice was shaky. She couldn't hold the tears back any longer. She had to get out, before her emotions took the best of her, allowing the blonde haired, green eyed girl out. She stormed out of the room and out the front door. Clark wanted to go after her, but couldn't leave Margaret alone, even though he really disliked her.

"Tell me all you know." Clark demanded.

"Alright," Margaret sat on the bed crossing her legs. "I'll tell you the truth."

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Man so much keeps happening! Cassandra get's to finding out her mother might be alive, what is up with that?

Well there's more coming your way so keep staying tuned in, cause I have a feeling the end is coming soon.