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Chapter 10: ..Must Come Down

I pulled up outside Jeff's house around two in the morning, and quickly shut off the motorcycle and placed the helmet on one of the handle bars. Taking extra care to be quiet, I crept to the back door and pulled out the key Jeff gave me a while ago. Praying that it still worked, I put it in and turned it, watching as the door opened.

"Thank you Jeff, for never changing your locks," I quietly muttered, walking in and pushing the door closed.

I waited until my eyes adjusted to the darkness in Jeff's house, before walking out into the hall. Reaching out I found the banister and began to make my way up the front staircase. Halfway I noticed a light coming from one of the rooms and hurried up the steps.

"Jeff, are you home?"

I heard something fall, and then I see Jeff's face at the top of the stairs, looking down at me.

"Uh, hi," I awkwardly offered up.

"Erin," he said, taking the steps two at time, and enveloped me in a hug. "Where the hell have you been?" He asked, carrying me up the stairs to one of the guest rooms.

When the hell did he pick me up?

"When did you pick me up?"

"While I was hugging you," he answered. "Now where the hell have you been?"

"Around," I spoke.

Jeff stared at me with a straight face, waiting for me to elaborate in my explanation.

"Remember about three years ago, you took me to woods over in the next town?"

"Yeah and there was this pond with ducks and frogs and stuff…"

"…And if the sun were to hit it at just the right spot, the pond would mimic the color of your eyes. Well that's where I was, all this time."

Jeff nodded and sank down on to the bed next to me.

"I didn't even know you still knew how to get there."

I smiled sheepishly and looked at him. "I've been going there four times a year for the last two years; one visit per season."

"You mean you've been near me eight different times and never bothered to come see me? What type of sister are you?"

I knew by the tone of Jeff's voice he was joking. That still didn't stop me from feeling the least bit guilty. He was right; I had been near him eight different times and never once did I bother to come see him.

Jeff noticing my dark expression placed a comforting arm around my shoulders. "I'm sorry if I made you feel guilty. That was not my intention. I just meant it as a joke."

"I know you did, but it's the truth. I had plenty of opportunities and never once did I come and see you."

"It's okay. I know at the time you were busy with school and all your other responsibilities. You just didn't have enough time to come and see me."

"If you're trying to make me feel even guiltier than I originally was, you're doing a hell of s job so far."

Jeff sighed, "Look I don't hold anything against you. You're still my baby sister and you're always going to be, no matter what. Clear?"

"Crystal," I stated with finality. "So tell me, exactly how much trouble am I in?"

"Not much trouble. Everyone was just really worried about you, when you didn't show up yesterday evening."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't really thinking about anyone else. I just needed some time away from Adam and his stupidness."

"Speaking of Adam and his stupidness, what was the whole argument about?"

"Absolutely, positively nothing. Adam's just being an obnoxious prat."

"Since when do you use the word prat to describe anyone?"

"Since I got hooked on the Harry Potter series."

Jeff laughed and fell back onto the bed, taking me down with him. "I forgot you read Harry Potter books."

"Damn straight I do. I actually prefer the UK English to the American. Makes speaking the English language interesting to hear."

Jeff laughed some more. We were quiet for about a minute until I broke the silence.

"In the haze of you're worrying, none of you by any chance, called my uncles, right?"

"Oh shit, I knew I was missing something," Jeff blurted out.

"Oh you didn't, Jeff? Please tell me you didn't call Texas."

"I didn't call Texas." I was about to sigh in relief, when Jeff dropped the bomb on me. "Matt did."

For fucks' sake, why would he even think to call those three numbskulls? Doesn't he know that they won't hesitate to come out here now?

"What in the seven levels of Hell was Matt thinking about?"

"Well that's easy; your safety."

"Damn it. If I could, I would kick Matt from here all the way to Timbuktu and back."

"I don't get it. What's the problem with Matt calling your uncles?"

"The problem here is that they'll over react to my missing for 48 hours and come out here to North Carolina to find me."

"I'm not following you here, J."

"I've only been out from under their scrutiny for about five days. If they've found out, I took off for two days without telling anyone where I went, they'll try and convince me to move back to Texas with them. And I do not want to do that at all."

"They won't try and take you back to Texas with them. Scott won't let them and you know it."

I sighed and closed my eyes. "Let's hope you're right. Goodnight Jeff." I vaguely heard Jeff say goodnight back, but by then I was too tired to do anything else.

The next time I opened my eyes back up, there was sunlight the room. Yawning I looked at my wrist watch and read 11:30 AM. For some one who got in around two in the morning, nine and a half hours of sleep wasn't so bad.

I stood up and stretched the kinks out of my body before noticing my clothes on the floor. Looking in the full length mirror, I saw that I was wearing a pair of black Nike basketball shorts and a black wife beater shirt, with black socks.

I guess Jeff must really like when I wear the color black or something.

"Well look who's finally awake. What got tired of being apart of the land of the living dead?"

Rolling my eyes, I walked over to where Jeff was standing in the hallway and gave him a hug. "Good morning to you too, Old Man."

Jeff chortled in response but said nothing more. Instead he followed behind me to the kitchen where we had a nice quiet breakfast together. Though halfway through coffee, Jeff did question about the situation regarding my family.

"Well what else is there do but sit and wait on them to get here."

Jeff placed his coffee mug down. "Yes, but why are you so sure that they'll automatically come here to North Carolina?"

"I don't know. Call it a whim, but I'm almost positive that this is part of their game plan of coming here."

Jeff wrinkled his nose. "So that's all we have to go on is some notion of yours?"

I nodded. "Well wouldn't it just be easier to call and ask them if this is what they plan to do?"

"We could, but we won't. At least I won't, because the last time I talked to them I wound up disconnecting the call from Uncle Kevin."

Jeff said nothing but placed his head on the cherry wood table. I came up behind Jeff and leaned down placing my head on Jeff's shoulder.

"What'cha thinking about Jeffro?"

Jeff sighed. "I'm thinking about the amount Advil I'll have to stomach in my system off of the headache I'm sure to be getting soon."

I shook my head and laughed. "Oh Jeff, don't be so melodramatic about everything."

"I'm not being melodramatic. I'm being realistic."

"What's the difference?"

Jeff sighed, "Melodramatic means I'm over exaggerating a situation."

"You mean what you're doing right now?"

"No, right now I'm looking at the situation for what it is. A really, really bad headache just waiting to happen. Now that's being realistic."

This is one of those infrequent updates I said I'd be doing, even if I'm not interested in writing wrestling fan fiction at the moment. I think I have enough material left to write three or four more chapters before I end this story for good. Again this is just a rough number and knowing me it might go beyond that.

To Myth87: If you are still interested e-mail me and I'll send you the character details. I'm sorry I didn't e-mail you earlier but I lost your e-mail address.

Lori