A/N: I'm back! And I'd like to thank all of you lovely people who reviewed! I adore you all! And because I adore you all so very much this chapter is extra super long! Ok right the chapter starts out in Remus's point of view.

Disclaimer: Don't own em… wish I did though /sigh/

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Summer days aren't the most pleasant to spend here in my room…alone. There isn't much I can do around the house and I hardly ever see my aunt and uncle. They're always locked up in the room I'm not allowed to go in. Or rushing to the shack in the backyard to get something, I never see what it is; it's always wrapped in a bag or hidden in their pockets. I find myself wondering what's in the two rooms.

I might not see my new guardians often but when I do weird people show up at the house. Only staying long enough for my aunt or uncle to rush into the 'room' to get something and give whatever it is to them, the people paying them in exchange. As odd as this all might seem I've noticed something else…there are no teens in the neighborhood. None at all, it's as if the children I see playing on the streets never grow up. That's why I'm all alone during the summer. Who am I to associate with?

One day after my aunt had finished attending a 'guest' I asked her why there aren't any teenagers.

"Once they turn 16 and can drive," she snorts "they drop out of school and leave home. Say they want to be independent! Ha, they always come back though…they come back worse then when they left! Come back with nothing but the clothes on their backs, don't even have the car they left in," she laughs. "Bunch of ungrateful punks…all of them!" she leaves the kitchen and I'm left regretting ever asking the question in the first place.

Why would all of them just leave? All teenagers yearn for a sense of freedom. But what could be so bad that they would dropout of high school and leave home? It doesn't make any sense. But then again this neighborhood wouldn't be the ideal place to grow up in.

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A week after I had my little conversation with my aunt I find myself in the living room with her.

"Alright Remus I'm going to go run a few errands," she pauses and fixes me with a stern look. "If anyone shows up asking for me or your uncle tell them to come by later when we're home. Be a good boy and clean up a bit," I nod and she gives me her not so warm smile that I've come to dislike. "I'll be back in about three hours," she turns way from me and leaves the house locking the door on the way out. I sigh.

It's the first time I've been alone in the house, my uncle won't be back till late tonight…I'm alone. I find myself moving toward the 'room', closer and closer until my hand is on the door knob. I stop.

I'm not suppose to go in there!

But my conscience can go screw itself. I slowly, as if savoring the feeling the moment, turn the door knob. For over a month I've been living here oblivious to what's in the room and I'm not sure when I'll get another opportunity. Then the doors opens and I stand in shock at what I see.

(A/n: It would be really mean if I just left it there, wouldn't it?)

There are huge glass bottles filled with substances I don't know everywhere. Car batteries, drain cleaner bottles, medication of all sorts scattered around the tiny room. I see a small box with needles next to the door. There are black burn marks on the walls and ceiling. A familiar smell is in the air but I can't quite place where and when I've smelled it before. On a table in the far right corner I see a bunch of little packages. I move closer and see that there are chunks of white rocks…then it hits me. White rocks my ass!

Ice! Crystal Meth! Whatever the fuck you want to call it! Right there on the damn table! Upon closer inspection I see that the bags are filled with it as well. My breath quickens and I feel sick just standing in the room. It isn't the first time I'd been exposed to methamphetamine. Back in my old school I had been offered meth by a few guys, they said it was a great high. I refused. It wasn't in this crystal form though; it was a very fine white powder like that in the tiny bags.

Oh god, oh god, oh my god! I need to get the fuck out of here!

I turn to leave the room but stop in my tracks when I see a black pot bubbling, smoke rising from it, in the other corner of the room, hidden behind a huge crate.

Oh Shit…

I realize that this isn't just the storage room for the meth…but it's the 'lab'. I can hear my heart pounding in my chest and it's becoming harder and harder to think properly. I start to move again, careful not to touch or bump into anything. Finally I get to the door and open it slowly sticking my head out to make sure my aunt hadn't come home for some reason. After that I'm out of the 'room' and on my bed so fast you'd thing it was magic.

I turn to look at the picture of my family. This whole thing explains a lot…I'm sure that the shack in the back is used for the exact same thing as the 'room'. A shiver runs down my spine. I'm extremely confused on what I should do. I've always done the right thing…but I just can't bring myself to report this…after all I only have to live here for 7 more weeks. Once I turn 18 I'm getting my own place, faraway from here.

Thirty minutes later I get up remembering that I said I would clean the house, but stop when I feel my head spin. I steady myself on the wall for a minute and then I start to walk again. About and hour after I start cleaning there's a knock at the door and I rush to go answer it.

On the other side of the front door is a blonde woman in her early twenties dressed very provocatively in a red mini skirt and black tube top. Her mascara is running and her red lipstick is smeared, her hands fidget with the chain around her neck. I find myself feeling sorry for her when I remember I've seen her before, one of my uncles 'guests'.

"Is Sa-Sally or Nick ho-home?" she stutters while licking her lips nervously.

"No sorry. My aunt and uncle won't be home till later today," I make to close the door but she stops me.

"Please" she starts but I cut her off. I already know what she's going to say.

"I'm sorry they're not home right now. Come by later," I say firmly, but she's not having any of that. I see the look on her face turn from pleading to angry in a split second and before I know it she's got a hold of my wrist.

"I need it now!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," her grip tightens

"Don't play dumb! You've lived here long enough. You know! I want it now!" she starts to tremble but her grip on me doesn't loosen. Ok I've got a desperate junkie threatening me on the front porch…lovely.

"I've told you already, my aunt and uncle aren't home you need to come by later," her nails dig into my flesh and I snap. Instantly I've got both her hands behind her back and I've pushed her against the wall. She yelps.

"Let go of me!" she struggles to get free.

"Don't think so. Not until you promise to leave and come back later when my aunt and uncle are home," I tighten my hold a little.

"Ouch! Alright, alright! Just let me go," I hear a sob escape her and I slowly release her. She turns to me and I see the pain in her eyes. Before I can't register what happened she's on her knees crying. I'm dumbstruck, torn between comforting her or going inside and locking the door behind me. The woman looks up at me, mascara running done her cheeks and hair falling in her face.

"You have no idea…" her voice is hoarse and so small. I'm not really sure how to feel so I just stare back at her in pity. "You have no idea how it feels…to need something so desperately that you're willing to kill for it…"

Crap

Without thinking I open the door behind me and fling myself inside. Locking the door I can hear the woman swearing outside. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and go back to cleaning trying with all of my might to ignore the woman on my front porch. Soon I don't hear anything and cautiously check to see if she's gone. Nope, no one.

I lie down on the sofa and don't move until I hear the front door open. I look up to see my aunt at the door with grocery bags in her arms. I get up and take them from her moving to the kitchen with them.

"Such a good boy," she comments "You even cleaned like I asked you to!" she pats my head and starts unpacking the groceries. I stay and help for a while. I then move to the living room again and pick up a book that I'd started reading earlier that week. My aunt goes into the 'room' and a feel bile rise in my throat. She returns minutes later and sits in the couch next to mine.

"So did anyone come to the house looking for us?" how'd I know this was coming?

"Um…" I hesitate at first but soon make up my mind. "Yeah a young woman, didn't get her name, she was asking for you and my uncle," my aunt looks at me suspiciously. "I told her you weren't home," I turn back to by book.

"What'd she say?"

"Nothing, she just left,"

Liar

"Really?"

"Yeah she just left,"

Liar

"So you just cleaned the house and read all day?"

"Yup,"

Not true!

She looks at me trying to determine whether I'm hiding something from her or not. Seemly satisfied she leaves to the 'room' again and I sigh. I try to go back to reading my book but find that I can't concentrate. Two hours later my uncle arrives looking grumpy and tired so I leave the room. By then dinner's ready but I tell my aunt I'm not hungry and go to my room instead.

I try to go to sleep, but all is in vain. I can't sleep with so many thoughts in my head. So I lay here waiting…for what? I have no clue. An answer maybe, a clue as to what to do next but none comes. Instead at 3:30am a restless sleep comes.

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A knock at the door distracts me from my book and I look up to see a man in a black coat walk in. My uncle greets him like an old friend and offers him something to drink. He nods his head and my uncle goes to the kitchen to get them some beers. The man moves to sit down in doing so he spots me lying on the couch, book in my hands. Our eyes meet and I shiver unpleasantly. My uncle walks in breaking our eye contact and I return to my book.

"So Joe how's it been?" my uncle asks while he pops open his beer can taking a drink from it.

"Fine thank you," Their conversation continues like this for a few minutes, I zone them out concentrating only on my book until something Joe says catches my attention.

"So who's the boy Nick?" I pretend that I hadn't heard anything.

"My nephew, Remus," wow, I didn't know he knew my name. I feel Joe's gaze on me and stiffen.

"How about we move on it to another room, so we can discuss business?" I hear both men leave the room moving to the kitchen. Minutes later I see, out of the corner of my eye, my uncle go to the 'room' closely followed by Joe. By uncle enters and Joe waits outside the 'room' patiently. I feel his gaze on me again and I shift uncomfortably. My uncle comes out of the room carrying two apple size brown packages. They go back to the kitchen.

Why hasn't he left yet! No one has ever stayed this long before… My thoughts are interrupted by a loud and sharp "NO!" coming from the kitchen. Startled I look up in time to see my aunt, uncle and Joe walk out of the kitchen into the living room. Joe stops and looks me again licking his lips. Something about the way he looks at me makes me want run and hide in the nearest corner.

"I'm willing to double my offer," he says after a while. My aunt pales considerably.

"No…" she says and my uncle looks at her in disbelief.

"Sally, don't be hasty!" he exclaims. My aunt looks from me to Joe and back at me again.

What the hell is going on?

"Triple," says Joe still looking me up and down hungrily.

"No,"

"Sally! The man's offering a lot of money here! It'll just be for the night," My uncle looks to Joe. "right?" Joe nods still not taking his eyes off me. My aunt seems to consider what they're saying.

Suddenly as if struck by lightning realization hits me.

Holy shit!

I instantly pale and I feel my heart race. My aunt notices this and makes up her mind.

"No and that's my final decision," She looks my uncle straight in the eye. My uncle, seeing that there's no way he'll be able to convince his wife, backs off.

"Sorry mate you heard the lady," He looks at Joe. His eyes finally leave me and I relax a little. Joe smiles and my uncle hands him the two packages. On his way out of the door he looks at me one last time and winks. I feel revolted and dirty. Once gone my aunt glares angrily at my uncle.

"How dare you even consider it! He's your nephew!" my aunt gives me a quick sideways glance before continuing in a whisper. "This is exactly why all those kids left," without another word she leaves the room into the kitchen. After a minute my uncle leaves to the 'room'. Thinking it's safe to finally move I make my way to my room locking the door behind me. I press my back to it and slide down putting my face in my hands.

Five more weeks, just five more weeks.

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10 days later

I'm awaken by a huge 'BOOM'. Startled, I sit up in bed rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. I here my aunt scream and make to get up, but a feel something splash against my bare arms and neck and scream in agony as it burns my skin. Next thing I know I'm coughing, gasping for air. My lungs breathe in ashes and an acidy taste fills my mouth. My head begins to spin as I hear another explosion. I hear my aunt scream again. I try to stand up but can't and my eyes and nose burn from the acid and ashes in the air.

Again and again I try to get up, I no longer hear my aunt screaming but that doesn't matter I need to get out of the house. Each time I try to get up I fall hitting the floor harder every time. After one final push I manage to get up but I hear another explosion and I feel something heavy fall on top of me knocking be to the floor.

I try to hold out, try to stay conscious but can't. After a minute I black out completely…

A/N: Cliffy! Ha, I'm so evil! EVIL I tell you! This chapter was really hard for me to write for some reason. I had to rewrite it a few times and I'm still not happy with it. /sigh/ Ok as you know this chapter talks about methamphetamine. I don't pretend to know everything there's to know about meth. Like I said in the first chapter I got this I idea while reading an article in a science magazine. The article was on meth. So I'm sorry if described or wrote something inaccurate.well please review! Or you might never find out what happens to Remmy!