I spent so much time editing this chapter. Sorry it took so long.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Boondocks

.xox: Yes! Lol. I loved writing the rejection. There will be more, too. You'll see where the pills take Jazmine.

Che Black Diamond: Yea. That wasn't that great to write since it was so tense. There definitely will be more of Vanity :D Cause I love her personality.

bunnybabe247: Cindy will get a break soon, don't worry. I'll make sure she'll have more of a part in the next chapter I write. It will just get more confusing in this chapter with Huey and Pheonix. Thanks! :)

SakuraHottie13: Thanks! :) It's a crazy twist. You'll see. Btw, I love your story Corruption and Lies! You didn't give up on it, did you? :(

Guest 1: Of course :)

mimi: Lol. You'll see why she's doing it.

Jazavelli: Yea, Jazmine really loved him but Huey just crashed that when he showed her that video and well, you'll see what happens... Lmao. You'll see Riley's reaction :) There will definitely be some conflict with Pheonix arising soon. Oh and you'll see who get's it in but you'll never guess.

BananaMilkshake97: lmao. You'll see :)

ShellieB: You like Pheonix being rejected? Then you'll like the next few chapters. Lol. Cindy will straighten out soon. You'll see about Jazmine...lol

MaiXii: Pheonix doesn't do well with being put in her place. Lol. Let's see how well she handles that. And Riley...lmao, you'll see his wtf reaction in this chapter.

HueyFreemanForPresident: She mad! She real mad. Lol.

Kendrickthemorningstar & StanMarchxKyleBrowflowskiLuv : Yup! Jazmine's being bad and it gets crazier and crazier.

RisforRelativeswhojustwantMo ney: Don't worry. There will be a lot more Huey and Jazmine moments coming soon. Lol. You'll be laughing more about Pheonix in the next couple of chapters then. 'Until then study, with a buddy...but don't get pregnant' Lmao! I think I just died.

Here's the next chapter! Enjoy :)


Chapter 12: Define 'Herself'

"Most great men and women are not perfectly rounded in their personalities, but are instead people whose one driving enthusiasm is so great it makes their faults seem insignificant." - Charles A Cerami


Whatthefuck?!

"Damn, this is some real pure stuff right here! I mean that drip was…MMM! You gotta hook me up with your dealer sometime, ya know." She managed to say in between her sporadic fit of giggles. "I haven't had this in so long that I forgot how fucking good it makes me feel."

Suddenly she started swaying back and forth and dancing like there was music playing when there really wasn't. Her arms rose from her side and she started spinning in a circle. "Whoooooooooo" A left turn here and a right turn there. The bitch was acting like a damn broken down ballerina or something.

What the fuck just happened?!...Or better yet...What the fuck is happening?! I thought to myself in bewilderment as I watched her spinning around the room as if she lost her God damned mind.

This can't be the same bitch who was about to cry every second of the day because she missed home. Or always said some stupid, naïve shit like: 'That's bad for you' or 'You shouldn't kill yourself' as if the drugs I insert into my system are that bad. Naw-uh, it can't be. Before she was so damn frustrating and now she's even more frustrating. But this is too damn…Fuck. I'm not sure which is less frustrating: A cry baby that thinks she knows what's best bitch or a cussing coked up confusing bitch. Seems like a lose-lose situation to me... In a way, she's a hypocritical bitch also. How does she go from lecturing me about the dangers of drugs, to taking them and saying how much she misses it? Psh. Fake ass bitch. Bet she's not a virgin either.

She stopped her fast-paced movements and took it down a notch. Putting her hands on her hip, moving them from side to side slowly sensually throwing me a mocking look. "Come dance with me, lover boy" She said with a hint of sarcasm and turned around so that her backside was visible.

I shook my head in disbelief and placed a hand to my head as if that could help me figure out her incredulous behavior. But it wouldn't - nothing would. "The fuck is wrong with you?!" I exclaimed roughly.

She ignored my question as she continued to dance and tease me. "Damn. You're a horrible boy toy. The least you can do is dance with me when I ask you."

"Answer my question." I pressed through gritted teeth. "Why the hell are you acting like this?"

"Lighten up and enjoy the high, man!" She scolded me like a parent would a child as if I was in the wrong, like I was really the crazy one and not her when it was clearly the other way around.

"Tell me or I'm going to put you back in your room and make sure you can't leave it like you can now. I could snatch your freedom away from you just like that" I added a snap to show emphasis and she stopped dancing and scowled at me. "It will be just like how you were before when you were going crazy as hell and banging your head against the damn wall" I said firmly, restraining myself the best I could from snickering on the last part because I started imagining the scared bitch banging her head on the wall like a damn patient in an asylum. When I found out, of course I laughed. I laughed my ass off at her afflicted actions. But I had to seem serious, even though laughing in her face and watching her embarrassment would be entertaining; I had to let this bitch know what's up.

That caught her attention. She folded her arms over her chest and continued her dissatisfied frown. "That's not very nice, Riley. And how do you know about that? Only Cindy and the boss were there."

"I know everything, bitch." I said. "Now, speak up."

She unfolded her arms to pick at her already clean nails indifferently. "Don't look so surprised. I'm not as innocent as you think I am." A mischievous glint quickly flashed through her eyes and as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.

"You're a crazy bitch." I replied, shaking my head.

"Yea, tell me something I don't know. Now come on and dance with me!" She came over to me and grabbed me by the arm, surprisingly successful in her attempt to remove me from my chair. Very surprising. Considering how small and slim her frame is compared to my tall and muscular built.

I shrugged her hand from off of my arm and she folded her arms over her chest once more in discontent. "You need to chill out, bitch" I advised in a warning tone.

She boldly stepped into my personal space until her body was inches from touching mine. She stood up on the tips of her toes to try and see eye to eye with me. It didn't work though, and she only came up to my chest but her fierce eyes were locked on mine. "And what the hell are you going to do about it?" Her tone darkened and she glared at me with enough intensity to make a blind person fearful.

I snickered at her attempt to try and scare me. As if this prissy bitch could make me jump out of my skin. I'm Reezy, nigga. Nothing and no one will make me their bitch. It always has been and always will be the other way around. "I'll do whatever the hell I want. That's what I'll do. If I say jump, you say how high bitch. If I say sing, you'll saw how loud. If I say anything, you'll do it and if you don't well...You're not going to find that out because you know better" I retorted with a arrogant smirk.

Now she was the one laughing and I raised a wary eyebrow. "Is that supposed to make me scared of you? Is this the part where I'm supposed to be shaking in my boots?" She paused to let out a snort and pretended to be shaking in fear. "You need some work because the only thing I'm worried about is enjoying this high. Not your, ahem, little intimidation speech...If you want to call it that" She finished her statement with a smirk worthy to match mine.

My smirk faded away and was replaced with an aggravated glare. Who the hell does this bitch think she is? She really has lost her mind. I don't know what the hell is going on with her but she needs to fix it before I show this confusing bitch a side of me she doesn't want to see. "I said chill out, bitch."

Her glare disappeared and she gave me a taunting smirk as she playfully hit me on the shoulder. "Lighten up, lover boy. You know...for someone that takes a lot of molly and coke you sure are a Debbie downer." She giggled lightly. "The Debbie downer takes his happy drugs, yet he's still pissed off at the world...Ironic as hell isn't it?" Her head tilted to the side as if she expected me to respond to her rhetorical smart ass remark.

"You have some issues," I muttered under my breath, slowly becoming more agitated by the minute over her shameless rebellion.

"Don't we all," she agreed. "Just like you have a problem with names. For example, you refer to me as bitch when my birth certificate clearly states Jazmine Marie Dubois." She said her full name slowly as if I was slow or something and I balled my fists up in response. "I'm pretty fucking sure there's no 'Bitch' located on that certificate." She shrugged her shoulders and smirked. "Oh, well. Dumbasses will be dumbasses I guess."

I scoffed. "Who the hell you talking to like that? You better watch your fucking mouth bitch. Aint no one got time to be playing with you."

"Call me bitch one more time…" She warned in a deadly barely audible tone, closing her eyes lowering her head in an unconcealed anger like she was about to do something.

This should be fun. How exactly is she going to make me stop? What could this bitch possibly do? Or at least attempt to do. I smirked amusingly and made sure to loudly punctuate the single syllable word "Bitch", adding a few splattering drops of saliva to compliment her pretty little face.

Her eyes opened and she had the same mischievous glint in her eyes from earlier. A low growl erupted from her throat. "I warned you..." I heard her say before there was a loud thud.

It didn't take long to register what happened when I felt the immense pain. I inhaled a deep breath and covered my groin area where she just kicked me. Kneeling over slightly trying to stifle the pain. I heard a fit of sadistic taunting giggling before the words "Catch me if you can" in a sing-song tone as she went out of the room door and escaped down the endless hallways of the house. A low enraged growl boomed from my throat. Swiftly, I shook the pain off before I ran out of the room to find that bitch. But not without slightly limping in the process.


"I'm going to ask you one more time. Who else is in on this with you?"

I looked down on the bruised and battered guard as he began laughing for the umpteenth time in this interrogation session. Mentally, I sighed in defeat and anger due to not getting what I wanted to hear after two hours of intense questioning and torture.

There was something more than this, something a little deeper than just a guard wanting to get a quick smash in. I just knew it. Usually, it would be a piece of cake to get information out of someone. It is one of my specialties, after all. But this nigga lying on the ground? No, this low life just wouldn't give in. He'd laugh and laugh and laugh some more as I beat the living shit out of him. A few times he would make lecherous comments about the Dubois girl. Some disgusting and detailed shit that even I wouldn't touch with a 20-foot pole. Because, well, it's just that demented. Many things I am, but none of them demented. I'm pretty sure he's on the same field as Cairo. The only difference is that Cairo is a little bit smarter than him. This guy- no this monster- has no remorse for his actions. Actually he finds it quite amusing how adamant I am to finding out his purpose. I don't see how pathetic monsters like that live with themselves. Well, this one won't be living for too much long so I shrugged off the internal debate with myself.

"Get the fuck up, nigga." I growled impatiently, making sure to give the guard some motivation by kicking him in his gut.

Maybe it's just a random deranged guard. A little fumble on Huey's part for hiring a psychopath rapist. Nobody's completely perfect, right? No matter how much screening you do. Sometimes that's all it is but the interrogator in me is programmed to think otherwise. There's gotta be something.

"Ooo" A low groan came from his throat followed by crazy laughter but he reluctantly got up from his lying position on the ground. There was a gun on the table and a bag. I picked up the gun, and put the bag over my shoulder.

"Walk." I told him, putting the gun to his head and he began walking down the dimly lit hallway until we reached outside. The cool air greeted us and there was the faint smell of the fresh pine forest terrain. Part of the security detail stood and I turned to them but still had my gun firmly pressed against the head of the imbecile.

"I see we have traitors in this house," my loud voice addressed them. "Well this is what the fuck happens." I announced before turning back and kicked the dead man walking urging him to keep walking.

We didn't stop walking until we passed the gates of the premises and reached the end of a cliff. A rocky bed lay at the bottom of the trench. Soon, it would be his permanent resting place.

"Any last words?" I asked gruffly.

He chuckled and looked up at the sky with a wide smile and he took a deep inhale and exhale. His sadistic laughter rang through the atmosphere, bouncing off of the multiple mountains tops. "Fuck you." He spat.

"No. I don't roll that way."

And with a loud bang, his life was gone. He fell face forward on the soft grass. I took out some gloves from the bag and put them on. There were goggles, an ax, a lighter, wooden logs and a bottle full of my special liquid inside of the bag. Not the best part of the job, but it's necessary for nothing to trace back to us. Someone had to do it and it just happens that someone is me. If you want something done right you have to do it yourself sometimes.

HACK

My face hardened as I started hacking limb from limb, putting them in the plastic trash bag. The hacking continued until I was able to fit every body part in there without the bag bursting. When I was done, I reached for the liquid and poured it into the bag. I placed the bag upon the logs on a hand-made pile of dirt. It was the only way a fire could start without it spreading and causing the entire grassy area to go up into flames. The lighter in my hand sparked and lit the bag on fire.

Now it was time to wait. I sat down on the grass and watched as the bag full of remains melted and burned in response to the combustion. A scent of burning human flesh wafted through the air and it made me cough in disgust by its powerful stench. It took a while, but there was nothing but ashes. I brought a dust pan and a hand-held brush to sweep up the remnants of the guard. It's unbelievable how one minute you've got a living breathing body and the next it's about the size of a pile of dirt. I brought the dust pan to the edge of the cliff and tilted it allowing the ashes to spill onto the rocky bed or float in the air until it found a spot to lie.

I made sure to walk back to the compound slowly, taking in the green scenery and letting the chill of the night gaze against my skin. It was peaceful and quiet - nice to get away from this hectic thing we call life. When I got inside, I took a long shower to scrub my hands clean from any evidence they might expose. Then I put on some comfortable lounging clothes before I ventured through the compound for the rest of the occupants. Well, a special one in particular.

"Caesar baby!" A loud high-pitched voice yelled and I was immediately pulled into a bear hug from the petite woman. She wasn't the special one, but it was all good. Still cool people.

I grinned and returned the hug. "Hey Vee. What's up?"

Her delighted face turned sour and she folded her arms impatiently. "I can't find Hiro-kun. He's not in his room, the living room, the garage messing with the ninja, or the gym. Have you seen him?"

I shook my head. "Knowing him, he's probably working on another plan to fuck with Cairo's head."

Vanity started giggling. "That was so much fun! Roku said he was complaining like a bitch when we blew up his car."

"Yall blew up his car?!" I started busted out laughing, holding my stomach from the intensity. "Damn, yall niggas went in!" I managed to say after a minute of laughing so hard.

"Well...you know" She gave a sly smile. "Anyways, do you know where Hiro does his plans at?"

I shrugged. "I have no clue. He has some secret place built-in the compound. I know that. But I have yet to find it." My eyes narrowed as I thought about it. One day, I'm going to catch that nigga off guard and see what's so special about the 'hideout' he likes to lock himself up in.

"Bummer...I really wanted to talk to him about something." She allowed her pointer finger to rest on her chin and her eyes looked to the side as if she were in deep thought. How can someone so innocent looking is in actuality very very deadly?

I grinned knowingly. "Are you sure it involves talking..."

Vanity gasped and hit me playfully on the shoulder. "Caesar!" Her flustered expression switched to devious. "Well it depends on what you would consider talking"

All I could do was shake my head and widen my grin. "You and Hiro are some bona-fide freaks. Need a damn award for it."

"Well, I wouldn't say freaks...I'd call it making fantasies become realities." Her eyes lit up and her head nodded as if she gave a stamp of approval for her statement.

"Mhm" I said with a raised eyebrow.

"Guess I better get back on my search" She grumbled. "See you later Caesar baby!"

Before she could take another step, I stopped her. "Hey V"

She turned around to face me and looked at me expectantly.

I gulped. "Have you see Pheonix?" My gaze softening when I mentioned her name.

Vanity looked at me sympathetically. Fuck. It's that look. The one that everyone feels they need to use every time her name is mentioned around me. Or used to when at least it first happened. Now the only one that does is V because she's a hopeless romantic. Sadistic as hell, but romantic nonetheless. I don't need her or anyone else's sympathy. I'm not a bitch ass nigga and every time someone brings her up don't mean they have to throw me a pity party.

"Umm...She's probably with Huey right now" Her usual optimistic and high-pitched voice was quiet and leveled.

I nodded and my mouth twisted up "Aight. Cool" But I knew it was anything but cool. It was far from it and the complete opposite. Nothing was cool about the situation but I didn't want anyone else to know that.

Vanity turned to leave again and I didn't stop her this time. I just sighed heavily and headed back to my room, hoping to get some rest early for tomorrow because I would start on an assignment Huey gave me today.

I turned a corner only to be met with another body.

I looked down and saw Jazmine Dubois with a huge smile on her face and her eyes seemed energized and alert - something I've never seen before. There were slight traces of sweat on her forehead and she started laughing and gave a short "My bad, dread head" before running off into the direction she was going before.

Suddenly, Riley nudged past me and his eyes were furious "Where did she go?!" He grumbled through gritted teeth.

I pointed into the direction and he ran in that direction, with a slight limp. What the fuck... And began to process and analyze what I just witnessed but shook my head. That is just something I'm not going to ponder about. Besides, I have enough on my plate already. Time to get shit done. I need to contact my connections to find out more information for Huey's plan - whatever it is. That's what I need to do. Not worry about random shit going on in the house.

I reached my room and brought out my cellphone and began making calls. Each call I made, I would jot down information on a notepad as they shared whichever valuable news they could share with me. Something fresh that could help. It was about the fourth call when I interrupted by a light knock on my door.

"Jay, I'm going to need to call you back...Thanks for what you told, bro. Bye." I hung up the phone and cleared my throat. "Come in."

The door opened and I inhaled a deep breath as I saw her standing there not looking how she usually would. She wasn't sly or punctual in her facial features. Instead, she looked dejected - the closest thing to sad her pride would allow her to succumb to. She closed the door gently and turned took at me. For a while, all we did was stare at each other.

"What's up, Pheonix?" I said, masking my concern with my usual voice.

She shifted her weight to her other leg and shrugged. "I don't know..." She trailed off.

"Bullshit. Something's up, so tell me" I commanded firmly with a gentle tone laced around it. My expression was intent but it didn't show any compassion - like it would if things were how it used to be. I wouldn't allow her that satisfaction. It was just alert, attentive, acknowledgement.

"Well..." The rest of her words trailed off and went through one ear and out the other as I admired her from the angle I was sitting at.

Everything about her, everything she does, everything she is captures me. Not a single thing would be left without praise. She looked so beautiful and everything she did revolved around gracefulness. The way she moves, how her sultry words come from her luscious lips, even her cocky smirks she puts on to undermine others.

I loved it all.

Her eyes locked with mine and I inhaled a sharp breath, caught off guard by the sudden eye contact. Giving me a look I haven't seen in a while. Of course, I brushed it off as if it was nothing and maintained my aloof disposition.

There she goes with that smirk again. She came towards me with her hands on her hips.

"Don't tell anyone about this...Not even Hiro" She said with a glare.

And our lips met.


Left turn then down a long hall.

A sharp right turn.

Another left turn.

Shit!

It seems like I'm running out of places to run. It wasn't long before I hit a dead-end and was cornered between two doors and a rocky wall that is part of the hallway design. As much as I would love to go into one of the rooms, I wouldn't want to have another episode of what happened when I walked in on the boss's little session. I glared at nothing in particular as I leaned back idly on the wall like a cornered mouse in a cat and mouse chase.

Sooner or later, I'd have to think fast. My lover boy isn't too far from me, I know that much. I can't keep still with all this adrenaline violently pumping through my veins screaming to be released. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to regain my normal breathing pace. My eyes close tightly and my body fully rested on the back of the wall, not expecting for the outcome of the simple movement.

Something so simple became extremely complicated and confusing all at once. I inhaled sharply in shock to feel my body be whipped around as if it was nothing and to be placed in a completely different atmosphere, a completely different separate room.

Holy shit!

I could smell before I saw anything. It was the distinct scent of cigarette smoke floating through the air, making me cough slightly from the sudden transition of clean air to smoke-filled air. This made the creepy guy, which I found out his name is Hiro, look up from the desk he was sitting at and give me a questionable look. I just stared at him inside the tiny room out of amazement. My eyes started to adjust to the darkly lit room. So much technology was packed on the desk in such little space. The light was off so the multiple screens and the fiery ring around the cigarette were the only things that lit up the small room.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in confusion with widened eyes.

I smirked as I stood up from my stumbled position. "Just you know...exploring." I started to walk towards Hiro. He blew a puff of smoke as he let the cigarette from between his two fingers rest on the ashtray in front of him.

He turned around completely in the office chair he was sitting in and faced me. He stood up and leaned on the desk with his palms pressed into the wood. "You're supposed to be with Riley." His previous caught off guard expression was replaced with an emotionless one.

I sighed dramatically and rolled my eyes. "Well, thanks for stating the obvious but Riley and I...We're having some umm, problems at the moment..." I explained trailing off, searching for another subject to come across my mind that would avoid the fact that I'm not exactly where I'm supposed to be.

"I'm impressed creepy guy who kidnapped me. Not only are you a creep, but you stalk people for a living!" I stated in amusement as I pointed towards the screens.

Two of them showed clips of different people being followed, one of them showed some random information, another showed profiles of people, and the last one was a map of Woodcrest with different colored bullet points identifying certain important locations.

One of the profiles I recognized and immediately stopped laughing, my smirk slowly faltering. Instead, my face hardened and was replaced with a glare once my eyes registered the picture of the man who put me in this situation.

Cairo...

"Shut the hell up, you stupid bitch!...Your weakness is the reason why we're in this mess." I retorted angrily.

B-But-

"But nothing!" I hissed loudly and silenced her. "Since the only thing you can do right is be a whiney bitch in these types of disasters, I'm going to be the logical one and getting us out"

I want to go home; I just want to forget everything.

"We will. But not before I have a little fun" I said mischievously, rubbing my two hands together like a diabolical genius. "You think I'm going to let these fuckers get away with how they treated us? Fuck no! I'm-"

No! I want to go home now!

"Ahhhh!" I screamed loudly and clutched my head in pain. My knees dropped to the floor as I gritted my teeth in agony.

"What the f-" Was the last thing I heard until I fell to the ground and everything became black.


"What the hell now?!" I bellowed angrily.

I looked at the two crew members standing before me. One of them held on to the Dubois girl and the other stood limping on one leg. This is becoming ridiculous. How many damn accidents can she cause in a day? How many times can someone pass out before it becomes a serious issue? It seems like the undercover rapist guard had more control of her than my own brother.

"Well..." They simultaneously began.

I held my hand up to silence them. One speaker at a time will suffice. My angry eyes shot to my brother. "Riley, you first. What I want to know is how the hell did you allow this weak girl to get away from your sight and judging by your limp," I quickly glanced at his awkward posture then returned to my intense glare. "…Injure you in the process."

His fist balled up and he pointed towards the knocked out girl. "That bitch is crazy! She's not as weak as you think she is..." His mouth frowned and his nose twitch out of frustration. "Not only did she disrespect me but she also kicked me in the fucking balls!" He shook his head vigorously "You bout to find someone else to watch that bitch because I sure as hell am not doing it!"

Most of me was still furious but a small portion of me was slightly amused. The so-called 'real nigga', my public menace of a brother was not only sassed and kicked in the groin but he was also outrun by a weakly girl. This made me smirk mentally but I maintained my pissed off exterior.

Disappointment ran through my features and I sighed. A hand ran through my afro. "Riley, you're not going to abandon her. Maybe if you kept a better eye on her and wasn't doing drugs, she wouldn't have overpowered you."

I could tell Hiro was trying to hold back taunting laughter and Riley looked at me with widened eyes, shocked that I would come to such an outrageous yet accurate conclusion. "What the hell are you talking about? I didn't take anything!" He retorted angrily and folded his arms across his chest defiantly.

There was a hand on his side that wouldn't stop fidgeting as the rest of his body remained still. His teeth were chattering, lightly rubbing against each other uncontrollably. Light trickles of sweat were visible on his forehead, which doesn't make any sense when the house is always perfectly air-conditioned. He must think I'm stupid.

Without acknowledging any further protests from my brother, I turned my attention towards Hiro. "Now, what happened with you?"

"I was working at my hideout, not expecting anyone to come in because it's you know… secret... Well, it used to be..." He trailed off gloomily before returning to his serious demeanor. "Then all of a sudden, there she is barging in talking to herself like a lunatic and then she passed out. It was weird as hell and she had a little attitude going on before she passed out… like she grew a backbone or something."

Riley is someone I would be skeptical about, but Hiro is someone that when he says something it's to be taken seriously. They both claimed that she's not like she used to be but that's expected since I showed her the video. It can't be as bad as they're exaggerating. I believe that it's just her acting out because she recently discovered her fiancée is a psychotic murderer.

I sighed out of exasperation and folded my hands together and my gaze turned into a hardened glare. "Leave her here since it seems like no one knows how to properly take care of her"

"You don't gotta tell me twice, nigga! I'm out" Riley said before he walked - attempted to run but failed miserably - out of the room, carefully as to not worsen his already wretched looking limp.

Hiro laid the girl on the couch and walked out of the room without another word. My eyes fell onto the girl and I stared at her as she slept peacefully on the couch. I snorted to myself and shook my head as I went back to organizing my desk. She can't be that bad.


My hand was lightly pressed on the second floor window as I looked outside and saw her sitting on a bench in the park area with the other troubled misfit teenagers socializing around her. She didn't communicate with anyone her age at all no matter how many people would come up to her animatedly looking for conversation. If someone did, she would say something rude - I'm assuming by how their innocent faces contort into sudden shock, sadness, or anger - and she smirked in satisfaction every time they left. Nothing or no one interested her as much as nothing; all she did was stare ahead of her and glare at nothing.

A grave expression arose on my face as I saw my beloved child in this condition but the door opened and I averted my attention away from the window when I saw the doctor come through the door. I leaned from the window and sat down in one of the chairs positioned in front of the expensive mahogany desk.

"You must be Mrs. Dubois." He stuck his hand out for me to shake and I took it slowly nodding.

"Yes, yes I am. What did you find out about Jazmine?"

"I will get to that in a minute, Mrs. Dubois. Right now...I just need to ask you a few questions" He took the contents out from a folder with my daughter's name on it and I couldn't help but try to sneak a peek over the information he was about to tell me but I stopped when he cleared his throat and started speaking. "How long have you noticed this sort of behavior from Jazmine?"

I shook my head slightly, trying to bring myself back to reality. "A little over a year now" I replied quietly.

The doctor gave me a stern look "And you've decided to come forth with this information just now?"

"Well, it didn't get as bad as...that."

"Mhm." He began writing down something on a piece of paper. "What would you consider not as bad?"

I sighed. "You know. The normal teenage rebellion stage of not wanting to follow rules. Stuff like that."

"So all this time she's been not following rules?" His face turned skeptical and he didn't seem to take me seriously. "Is that it? That doesn't seem very major"

My eyebrows furrowed in anger. "You don't understand...Jazmine has always been a wonderful kid but a year ago she started acting...Not herself…Like someone completely different. I know it doesn't make sense but that's how I can explain it."

"Not herself how?"

"She began cursing and undermining her father and I as if we had no authority over her...It started off like that but it turned into something worse. Insults turned into threats and threats turned into..." I gulped, moistening my extremely dry throat "Actions"

"Yes. We're aware of what happened, Mrs. Dubois..." His tone became empathetic. "This is the last question and it's very crucial that you answer honestly because it will definitely make everything fit together."

I nodded and looked at him expectantly.

"Has anything traumatic happened to Jazmine in the past few years?"

My eyes widened as I thought of it and I nodded slowly. "Yes, but I don't want to talk about it" I replied sullenly.

He continued writing on his piece of paper. "That's ok, Mrs. Dubois. You don't have to answer any more questions because your answer checks out with all the symptoms."

"Symptoms?" I asked in confusion.

"Yes...Jazmine has Dissociative identity disorder...Also known as a split personality in simple terms..." He was still talking but his voice was muted and I could not hear him anymore.

"I can't hear you." I said, but he continued talking as if he couldn't hear me.

"I said I can't hear you!" I yelled in frustration and my eyebrows furrowed furiously.

"Mother dear..." That sinister voice said and I froze.

Slowly, I turned towards the window and saw her with that evil smirk plastered on her face. Her head fell backwards as she let out a deranged cackle then she glared at me. "I'm back, bitch!"

Out of nowhere, the windows she was near shattered into a million pieces then began to levitate and the pointy shards were heading in my direction with only one intention. Murder.

"Noo!" I screamed in terror.

"Noo!"

"Sarah! Honey! Wake up, Sarah!" Tom shouted as he shook me lightly and my eyes opened to see him. Tears were running down my face and I hugged him tightly as if my life depended on it, relieved that the nightmare was not real. His warm, strong arms soothed me and caressed me and tamed my turbulent sobs.

When I was finished with the endearing embrace I looked at Tom seriously in the eyes and whispered. "Jazmine doesn't have her medication"


Told you it would start to make sense.

Even though now there are more questions to be answered...

I have the preview for next chapter on my Tumblr and Hiro's hideout/entrance to his hideout is there also.