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"Hey, what's wrong?" I snapped out of my thoughts as I turned to see Enrique leaning in the doorway, looking at me with a concerned expression.

I was currently in "my" room, sitting on my bed with my legs crisscrossed and had been mulling over and modifying my plan from now on. My expression softened when I noticed Enrique.

"Oh… Nothing." I said, flashing him a small smile. He rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him before he walked over and sat on the edge of my bed.

"You can tell me, you know." He said, "I won't tell anyone." I smiled sadly and shook my head.

"I'm sorry… It's just things are a bit hard for me right now." I admitted with a sigh. "I'm extremely thankful that you let me stay here…" I glanced at Enrique, who was listening intently.

"Did my mother drag you around too much?" He joked, lightening up the mood. A corner of my mouth perked up.

"Are you kidding? I love her~" I said cutely, "She's wonderful~" Enrique nudged me with his elbow, checking my expression to see if I was lying.

"You're seeing things…" He said, and I poked his cheek playfully.

"No, you're being negative…. And I'm literally the blind one here." I snorted, and Enrique was clearly surprised when I pointed out my pale eye. The scar wasn't visible, but the color had faded into a dull gray and my pupil shone navy-blue.

"Seriously?" He said, and I nodded. He leaned in and stared at my colorless eye. My breath hitched at his closeness, but I tried to act like I didn't notice. "What happened?"
"I blame Karma. That bitch always takes the worst kind of revenge." I said, my ears reddening slightly. "Yah, I'm not a zoo animal. Stop staring!" I pushed Enrique's face away, embarrassed. Enrique laughed as I pushed him away, blushing.

I liked being with Enrique. He was mature, sexy, but at the same time, he could be really fun. And I'm happy that he feels comfortable enough around me to joke around.

"I was just looking… Your eyes are really beautiful." He said, making me blush even more.

"You creeeeeeep~ I'm wayyyyy younger than you~" I said, crawling over and chucking a pillow at Enrique. He easily caught it, smirking.

"You're only four years younger~ And besides, age is only a number~" His statement made me gasp in mock shock.

"You're despicable!" I said jokingly.

"And you're adorable~" He drawled, catching my foot and pulling me toward him. I laughed as I tried to escape.

"You're weird!"

"You're weirder~"

"Oh yeah?"

"You have blue hair for gods' sake..."

"Well… You're just weird!"

"Oh, that hurts." Enrique said, mockingly hurt, holding a hand over his chest. I cracked up.

"Your heart is on the other side…" I gasped out, and Enrique raised his eyebrows.

"Oops..." He said sheepishly, and I laughed.

"Don't worry, at least you're not a complete idiot!" I joked, and Enrique snuck toward me before tickling my sides.

I laughed hysterically, trying to wiggle out of Enrique's grasp. My horrid laugh made Enrique crack up, and we were both out of breath by the time we both realized something.

We ended up with me lying down with Enrique leaning over me, our faces dangerously close. Both our eyes widened slightly, but Enrique didn't move like I thought he would. Instead, hesitantly, he looked into my eyes, as if looking for my approval.

I gave him an "are you serious" look.

"Yes, I am serious." His breath caressed my face, and I blinked. From his expression, he was completely serious. No hint that he was trolling me. No hint that he was lying. Only a slight anxiety and shyness glinted in his eyes. I mean, he was seventeen, after all.

"You are serious." I noticed.

He wants to… To… TO KISS ME?! ASDKLFLHDFGL! My inner fangirl squealed, HOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOT~

When you think about it, My logical voice said, This is perfect. This is a chance to once and for all get rid of thoughts of Ed. Get over him. Leave with no regrets, and once you've solved your problems with Ed, you can cut yourself off from Enrique before anything real happens.

Shut up, My usually quiet inner girly voice said. You're not using him…You like Enrique. Ed's gone, out of the picture. Maybe you can start again.

Start again. That sounded nice.

I looked up at Enrique, my face cherry red. I nodded stiffly, extremely nervous.

He obviously got the hint, because I could see his eyes light up. The sexy smirk never left his face as he leaned in, and finally….

Our lips touched.

If only ever so slightly, in a gentle, soft kiss that made me internally fangirl. He pulled away after a few seconds, grinning like he won a million dollars.

My face was officially a deep rose color as Enrique pulled me up along with him, slinging an arm around me as if I was his official property. He smiled at me, and I bit my lip.

We talked a little more until Enrique finally bid me goodnight.

Filled with guilt and a sick feeling, I packed away all my things in the new black backpack Delia had gotten me in repayment for helping her run the shop.

I needed to go.

I changed into tight-fitting navy-blue insulated leggings with loose dark shorts over it, and a long sleeve soft loose-fitting wool sweater with a tank top under it. I pulled on my baggy black hoodie-like jacket and used the hood to cover my noticeable hair, pulled in my warm black knee-high sneak boots and finally slipped my katana into a sheath that was attached to my shorts.

I sighed, turning to look at myself in the mirror. The scarce light that shone in the room showed the guilt and pain across my face. I needed to get a hold of myself, so I punched myself, getting my game face on. Taking out my black eye shadow, I used it to thickly outline my eyes before putting it away and finally facing the door.

It didn't take me long to sneak past the bedrooms and out of the bakery. I stood outside, turning to face the dark bakery.

With a sober expression, I saluted it before walking down the darkened street.

I was startled when Shela landed on my shoulder. I looked at her, then, realizing it was my friend, I sighed in relief.

"Let's go." Shela whispered to me, and I nodded firmly.

With her whispering directions in my ear, I made my way blindly down the dark streets, where streetlights were few and far between.

The starlight slightly broke through the darkness, but they still granted me the ability to be able to walk without walking into a pole or a wall.

"Turn right." Shela's voice directed me into the first alleyway I needed to go through. I cringed, remembering the last time I went through an alleyway.

Forcing myself to move forward, I slowly made my way through.

Until I spotted something.

I could feel Shela lean forward to observe the figure, and I felt her freeze.

GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE! The cool, crystal voice screamed in my mind. It was frantic, desperately frantic. GO! RUN! GET OUT OF THERE!

"Lynette…" I heard Shela cry, but before she could continue, a shot rang through the air.

It all happened in slow motion. My eyes widened, but the shot didn't hit me.

That's when Shela went limp and fell from my shoulder. My throat clogged, and I caught Shela, shaking the lump of fur in my hands. I felt liquid drip through my fingers, and I started shaking badly.

"Shela? Shela? SHELA?!" I cried, tears welling in my eyes. But no response came.

My eyes shot up to the blurred figure who stood not that far away, and weakness was clear in my eyes.

Shela. Shela. Shela. No… NO!

"LYNETTE!" I heard a breathless voice behind me yell. I turned only to see Enrique doubling over, way out of breath.

But in that moment of distraction, another shot rang through the air. Slowly, I looked down only to have my right leg go limp, with the bullet lodged in my knee. I almost fell, but Enrique, faster than I could blink, moved to hold me up. His arms were wrapped around me tightly when another shot fired.

I choked. Enrique's grip on me loosened as I felt him collapse. My eyes as wide as they could be, I became overrun with feelings.

But most of all, I felt rage. Monstrous, destructive rage. I used one hand to wipe my tear-blurred eyes as the other hand darted in my pocket to retrieve my gun. I ripped it out of it's sheath, flipping safety off and stretching my arm out to shoot the figure before it could react.

I kept shooting at that one figure until it finally collapsed.

That's when I realized I had been shot again, grazed in the side. The pain, all at once, flooded me, and I fell to my knees.

Frantically, I reached for Enrique and Shela.

I touched Enrique's chest only to find it soaked with what I knew was blood.

Tears poured out of my eyes.

"ENRIQUE! SHELA!" I screamed, leaning over Enrique. "Say something… SAY SOMETHING DAMNIT!" I felt a hand lightly caress my cheek, and I frantically wiped my tears to see Enrique, smiling softly up at me.

"Your eyes are still beautiful…" Whatever he was going to say next was interrupted by coughing up blood, and his hand slowly dropped from my face. "Lynette..."

That was it. He stopped breathing. I couldn't help the cries that came from my throat as I checked Shela, only to find her the same way.

Tears stung my eyes and my knee bled, but I couldn't seem to notice. My chest throbbed with the most pain I've ever been in, and the only thing I could feel was true pain.

The most painful thing is most definitely…

That their last word was the same thing, and out of anything else they could've said, one word escaped their lips.

"Lynette."

Hi guys. Double update! Stayed up late just for you.

I know, you must be at least a bit surprised~

I know, I said before that Enrique was important. But when I decided to make this chapter, I was like, "Enrique?... Meh, I'll kill him… Oh, why not kill all the helpers." So I did. CUZ I CAN MUAHAHAHAHA!

No, I'm not crying buckets right now. I got over my pissy feeling so now I'm just sleepy and wanna get this over with. Goodnight~

My lovely readers, please review~

Thanks!