I'm going to starting making the chapters in one person's point of view instead of two.

Chapter 9:

(Christian P.O.V)

As much as I want to stay with Lissa right now, I know she is in good care with Rose and Dimitri by her side. Plus, I have unfinished business to take care of. It's been three days since Mia attacked Lissa and made her end up in the hospital. Little did Mia know that by attacking the queen you get sent to jail. Now, we have all of them in one place and behind bars.

Robert, Mia and the minions.

Since Mia is now in jail, her father spends his free time visiting his only child until visiting hours are over then he goes back his lonely apartment and stays there until morning. At times I feel bad for him. I mean I talked to the guy a few times and he's nothing like what Mia describes him as. Mean. Hateful. Unforgiving. I don't see any of that in him. But, I can't really talk since I barely know the guy.

Shaking my head, I tried to focus on the task at hand. Eddie and I are in Mia's apartment bagging up as much stuff as we can. We thought it would be a good time to search through her creepy room while everyone is still trying to sort out all the details on exactly what happened in mine and Lissa's suite that day.

I stood in the middle of a small room filled with photos of Rose, Eddie and Mason. Photos of when they were little to them growing up and graduating high school. Everywhere I turn I saw photos of them. Together and alone. A large, wooden desk sat in front of a window looking out at a forest; tan colored documents with more pictures of them sat on top. Documents with their names on them.

I walked over to the closet and opened it to find filing cabinets with the letters a-m and n-z written on index cards. Wondering why Mia has filing cabinets in her closest with the alphabet on them got me opening them one by one. Inside were more documents, but these had other people's names on them.

They too were in alphabetical order and it probably had everyone's whole life story in there. We are nothing, but some subject Mia has documented. Rose, Eddie and Mason aren't the only people whose life has been documented. I bet you my whole life story is somewhere in these cabinets too.

But why hide all these people's documents in filing cabinets and not Rose's, Eddie's or Mason's? I mean Mia has a million pictures of the three around the room, but none of me, Lissa, Dimitri or even her own father for that matter. I would most likely say she's obsess with them. Out right obsess.

Turning around, I notice Eddie is carefully taking down pictures and placing them in one of the duffle bags we brought with us. It must be really hard for him to see all these pictures of Mason and being reminded of all the fun times they spent together. I haven't known Eddie for a long time like everyone else, but one thing I do know is that he doesn't like to show how he really feels.

"Hey, Eddie," I called. "Do you think you can give me a hand with these documents?"

"Yeah, sure," he sighed, setting down a stack of pictures on the desk. "Our best bet is to gather all the documents and bag as much as we can in the duffle bags."

"But, the problem is we only brought four duffle bags. How are we going to get all these documents and pictures in four duffle bags?"

"You take two bags and try to fit as many as you can in them and I'll do the same with the pictures."

"That's a smart idea, but I really think we should switch jobs those…" I said, racking my brain for an excuse. "I'll bag up the photos while you do the documents since you're stronger than me and can do a better job at it."

That was one-hundred percent lame and stupid. I mentally kicked myself for that one. Really, Christian? You can do better than that. Yes, Eddie might be stronger than you, but that's not the real reason you want to switch jobs with him. I knew that Eddie didn't buy my story one bit, but he didn't argue with me over it.

I nodded my head once before going over to the desk. Taking down pictures of others people's lives and seeing how happy they were made wonder what would have happened if my parents didn't turn into bloodsucking monsters when I was little. To this day, I still don't know what made them want to turn. Is something I did? Did someone say something to them? I'll never know.

"Christian, I know why you wanted to switch jobs with me," Eddie said, breaking through my thoughts. "You thought me seeing pictures of Mason, Rose and I together would be hard for me and I guess you're right. But, it's no different than you seeing the pictures too and wonder what would have happened if your parents didn't…" he trailed off, letting me finish the sentence.

"My parents are dead; gone. They're never coming back, but Mason is here. Somehow there's a way to bring him back and if there is then we'll find it."

I don't know if Eddie believes me or not seeing how I'm talking to his back. It's not like I know what's he going through since I was never really close to anyone. Not even Lissa. I mean I told her things I wouldn't tell anyone else, but lately it seems like the only person I'm around twenty-four/seven is Eddie.

Right now, I seriously wish I was at the hospital with Lissa than in Mia's creepy room bagging up a bunch of documents and pictures. But, at least I'm doing this with my friend who isn't happy about this either.

"How did you get these pictures of the wall without ripping them?" I asked, trying to tape a picture back together. "It's like glued to the wall or something-"

"I just took out the nails that are keeping the pictures on the wall," Eddie answered simply, laughing at me. "You know the shiny, silver things you use to keep pictures on the wall."

I huffed, taping another picture together. "They're just the corners that are getting ripped off because-"

"Because you didn't take out the nails." Rolling his eyes, Eddie walked over the door. "I'll go see if Mia's father has anything in his office we can use."

"Try to hurry because I'm getting tired of taping these pictures back together!" I called as he went out the door.

After taping the last picture together in the pile on the desk, I decided to take a break of taping. There's still a lot more pictures we need to take down and I'm really hoping Eddie finds something we can use. I got all the pictures on the wall around the desk off, but that's nothing compared to what Eddie did. Three out of the how many filing cabinets Mia has in the closet is completely cleared out; all of the documents are in the two duffle bags lying on the floor. We defiantly need more bags.

Going out into the hallway, I started walking toward Mia's father's office. When I was standing right in front of the door, I could have sworn I heard noises. It's probably Eddie looking through the desk. But, he knows better. I mean he was trained to be quick and quiet and what not. Heading into the living room, I looked around for the source the noises are coming from. My eyes skimmed pass the front door and back right away. The knob was moving. Someone is coming in. Running into the office, I saw Eddie opening and closing drawers to the desk.

"Eddie, someone is here," I whispered harshly, peaking back into the living room.

"Who?" he asked, coming up next to me.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Probably Mr. Rinaldi seeing how this is his apartment."

Just then, Eddie pushed me out of the office and toward Mia's creepy room all the while looking behind him at the front door. Once inside the room, Eddie swore. Opening the door a crack, he peered out into the hallway. Shutting the door and he swore again.

"What is it?" I asked, looking at him with worry.

"The office door was close when we came in and now it's open," he answered. "I forgot the close the door when we were running in here."

That is a problem. Hopefully, Mr. Rinaldi doesn't pay too much attention to his office door. Turning around, I took a good look at the room. We not even half way done. When we came here we expected to have the entire room cleared, but that's not going too happened anytime soon.

"What are we going to do?" I asked Eddie, seeing how the room we're in only has one window that is bolted shut from the inside. "We need to clear this room and get out of here without getting caught."

"I know that, Christian," Eddie said, his voice harsh. "We're going to get out, but the bags and everything has to stay here. We can't risk getting caught with those bags in hand."

Nodding my head in agreement, I stayed close to Eddie as he peered out into the hallway again. Turning off the lights and locking the door, we slowly stepped in the hallway. Shutting the door quietly, we both listened. Walking close behind Eddie, I looked all around me for Mr. Rinaldi. He's bedroom door is shut, but that doesn't mean he's not in there.

"We have to make a mad dash for the front door," Eddie whispered. "Don't stop running until you're outside behind the-"

Eddie got cut off from his sentence when Mr. Rinaldi walked into the living room. Holding our breathes, we waited to see if he would go back into the kitchen. Of course, luck isn't on our side and he saw us. Without thinking twice, I ran at him with full force. Knocking both us to the ground, I dodged his attempts to hit me.

Eddie was standing over us within minutes pulling me off of Mr. Rinaldi. Once all three of us were standing a good few feet apart from each other, Eddie tried to talk to explain what we're doing here.

"We're friends of Mia," Eddie said to the old man. "She asked us to get something for-"

"If you're friends with my daughter then why did you attack me?" the old man asked, looking grumpy.

They both turned toward me; obviously waiting for me to answer. "I'm sorry I attacked you, Mr. Rinaldi."

I'm not going to them why I attacked the old man because I don't even know why I attacked him. Shrugging my shoulders, I gave Eddie a pleading look hoping he can come up with something to us out of here. I knew my smartass comments weren't going to do us any good in this situation seeing how we broke in.

"Was it you boys that went into my office?" Mr. Rinaldi asked, not even giving us time to answer before continuing. "Well, you boys can have a sit on the couch while I change into my work clothes." With that, he headed toward his bedroom at the end of the hallway.

Once his bedroom door was shut, Eddie and I took off for the front door. Eddie opened the door to find his father standing on the other side with a disapproving look lying on his face. Without saying a word, Hans motioned for Eddie and me to follow him to office most likely.

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