Another chapter! I thought that I should add another in order to make up for time lost XD. Thanks to all of you who have reviewed so far! I really love reading the comments, makes me feel happy that I'm contributing something to this fandom. If any of you lovely people have any suggestions, please feel free to leave them! Or if you just want to say hello, that's fantastic too! Enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: These characters belong to the lovely Kelley Armstrong

To both my relief and displeasure, both my aunt and Dad decided to take me to lunch. Looking over the menu, I listened to the two of them bicker about the restaurant as well as other miscellaneous things. I quickly tuned them out as I picked what I wanted to eat and closed the menu, looking around the restaurant.

Restaurant wouldn't be quite the appropriate term, as the place looked more like a diner. Red thick lines lined the wall horizontally, with the booths having the same color scheme. Stools lined the counter up front for those who felt comfortable sitting that close to the waiters. The place wasn't too packed, to my relief and most likely to the relief of my Dad, who thought it would be best to talk somewhere quiet. My Aunt Lauren thought differently.

"Why did you have to pick this rusty old diner? I brought up at least three different restaurants for you and you decided to choose this? We should've taken her somewhere better."

"Now Lauren, I just thought…"

"That's your problem. A man like you shouldn't be in charge of thinking about what's best for her."

I quickly turned to my dad, cutting in before it could get any worse. "I really like it here dad, would you mind if I got a strawberry shake too?"

He gave me a grateful smile. "Of course sweetheart. My treat. I bet it'll taste better than the food you've been getting over there."

I smiled back at him and then turned to my Aunt Lauren before she could comment any further about what Dad just said.

"So how has work been? Any interesting stories?" She gave me a sweet smile and turned away from my dad, rattling on about the nightmares of working night-shift at the hospital. I listened to her telling her stories, laughing at oohing at the gossip she spilled. To be honest, I didn't really care about what others did, but listening to my aunt talk about what she loved doing was worth it. She always got so excited sharing these stories, and we often had to remind her to keep her voice down when she got too excited.

There was a break in-between her story when the waitress came up and took our orders. After she left, Aunt Lauren continued until the food came. After about five minutes of eating, my dad cleared his throat.

"Chloe, has there been any issues since you've been at the house?" His tone was suddenly serious, and even Aunt Lauren put her fork down to look at him questioningly before turning to me. I looked up from my shake in surprise.

"No, Dad. I've been doing fine. The nurses said that I've been making a lot of progress." Not exactly, but it would get my dad and Aunt Lauren to maybe start looking at ways to bring me out.

"Then how on earth did you get that bruise?" He asked seriously, reaching over to push my sleeve away from my bruise.

Aunt Lauren gave a quick gasp as I panicked slightly.

"I-it's not what you t-thi-"

"Who hurt you, Chloe? Tell us now." Aunt Lauren demanded. My dad sat back down and ran his hand through his hair, looking very tired.

"Please, Chloe, we just want to make sure you're safe." My dad said, looking straight at me. I swallowed as my brain worked over time.

"H-he didn't mean -"

"So it's a he! There's only two boys who've been present at the clinic since you arrived. I highly doubt it's Simon. It's most likely Derek. There's something seriously disturbing about that child. First Albany now -" She stopped suddenly and shook her head. "That boy needs to be living in a psych ward."

My dad just listened as I stared at her. "A-aunt Lauren, how do you know so much about Derek?" Aren't our files supposed to be private? And what happened in Albany?

Aunt Lauren blushed before sighing and shaking her head. "I deserve to know who my niece is staying with. Being a fellow nurse allows me a little more access than most." She stared back down at me. "Don't change the subject. It was Derek, wasn't it?"

I shook my head and heaved a sigh, hoping the story I thought up would work. "N-no, Aunt Lauren. Nothing happened. I was sweeping the upstairs and didn't realize I was so close to the stairway. Derek caught me before I ended up at the bottom of the staircase. And because of that I have a bruise. And you both know how easily I bruise." I said, looking between the both of them. My dad seemed to have bought it.

"I'll have to thank him from saving my daughter from herself. But Chloe, next time tell us what happened before we see the injury, that way we don't have to make assumptions and needlessly blame others." He said, pointing a look towards Aunt Lauren. She didn't look so convinced about my story, but didn't say anything further.

After finishing our meals, Dad and I walked outside and waited by the car while Aunt Lauren used the restroom. As we leaned against the car, my dad turned to me.

"I'll make sure Lauren doesn't interfere with the nurses or Derek at the home. I have a feeling that she's not through with him yet."

"Thanks dad, he really was only trying to help." I said quietly. Not a complete lie, seeing as though he was trying to make me stay so that I'd listen to his useful information.

"I'm sure he was. We saw him today while we were picking you up. He seemed pretty quiet, and a bit rude, but most teenage boys are like that. You're aunt wouldn't be familiar with that. She's just cares about you is all." I smiled at him.

"I know. Thanks for taking me out. I really liked this place."

He smiled and nodded back. "We'll have to come back sometime." He seem to think of something and began to search through his coat pocket. "I brought something for you. I finally found it hidden in the attic." He said, pulling out the mysterious object. He put it in my hands, and I had to hold back a gasp. It was beautiful. Placed on a gold chain was a small red pendant with the same color jewel in the middle.

"This was your mothers. Apparently it was passed down in the family. Your mother always wore it, as her mother did. I figured that you should have it while you're going through all this strangeness." I looked up at him, smiling and my eyes watering a bit.

"Thanks dad." I said quietly. I quickly managed to put the necklace on and placed it underneath my shirt so that the nurses wouldn't see it. I didn't think they would allow such nice jewelry at the home.

"Listen, don't tell Lauren I gave you this. She would eat me alive if she new I kept it all this time."

"I promise." I said, touching the pendant lightly. I turned when I heard footsteps coming our way, and smiled at Aunt Lauren as she unlocked the car and we piled in.

"Back to Lyle House we go." My aunt said quietly as she pulled out of the parking space. I quickly turned to her and stared at her for a second while something in my brain finally clicked.

The ghost trying show me something, the memory…..

Lyle.