A/N- Sorry that my story is turning all mushy mushy love; I promise this one won't have a lot!

"There isn't much to say here. I'm in a hospital in London with a broken leg. Great job Melanie. Maybe I should just get pregnant to make everything just a happy little joy world?" Melanie wrote in her vision pad in the very back.

I've been in the hospital for a good two weeks now. I want to get the fuck out of the prison cell. I'm sick of watching TV on those televisions hooked up to the wall with no speakers. I'm sick of eating that shit they call hospital food. I just want to leave.

Nick was sitting in the chair across from my bed.

"Shit Melanie. You need to get better already."

"God. I know. I'm sick of it."

"I mean, even after we get out, what are we going to do?

Melanie didn't know. What were we going to do? Sleep under a bridge or pay two hundred dollars a night for a motel room?

"Who knows."?

Nick just stared at me and smiled.

"What?"

"You're just so beautiful."

"Okay Nick. Just stop. You're like twenty-eight and I'm seventeen. I only slept with you cause I was pissed off and it made me feel better."

"Jeesh. What's your problem?"

"Just leave. That's all I ask from you. Go to McDonald's and get me a fucking big Mac so I don't have to eat that moldy shit."

He laughed, then left the room."

Finally I was alone. I flipped through the television channels and a feasted my eyes on Mtv's sixteen and pregnant. I rolled my eyes. "Really, mtv? Really?" Then I had a vision.

I was out of the hospital. Lying in a bed. But how? We had nowhere to go after this. Then I realized that I was in an apartment. That's right. An apartment. But who's?

I awoke from my vision. "What the fuck?"

Nick came back from his drive, I guess. He re-rented another car from another dealership, and he pretty much drove that other piece of shit that was once a car into someone's driveway and left it there. Out of our hands now.

"I had a vision." I told him.

"What happened?"

"We had an apartment. That's all I saw. I have no idea if it was ours, but yeah. I was in an apartment."

"Well that doesn't help much."

"Actually yes it does, Nick! Where would we go when I check out of the hospital tomorrow afternoon?"

"Live in a car."

"Really, Nick?"

He didn't say anything. And we didn't talk for the rest of the night.

The next morning the doctor came in and explained to me that in two weeks he'll take the cast off, so we have to come back in. Hell, I've been in the hospital for almost three weeks now. I'll saw it off by myself.

When we got downtown, something really weird was going on with Nick.

"So where are we going?"

"Um- I have to pick someone up."

"Who?"

"A friend."

"Nick, we don't have any friends in the united kingdom. Now where the hell are we going?"

"I already told you. To pick up a friend.

I didn't say anything after that and I just let him drive.

Finally, he pulled into a brick apartment with vines growing all around it. Not my style of home, that's for sure.

"Okay. What are we doing here?"

"I told you. To pick up a friend."

As soon as he said that a red head, about twenty-four years old, runs out of the building and towards the car.

"Nick, who the hell is that?"

"A friend."

"What's her name?"

"I have no idea."

She jumped in the car, and Nick sped out of the driveway.

"Hey, Nick." The girl said a stink eye.

"Um who are you?" He said.

"Shut the fuck up. You know who I am."

"Oh, Hi Nicole."

"There you go. Now whose this little puppy dog you must have found on the side of the street?"

"Just ignore her."

"What the hell Nick? Who is this?" I said.

"A friend."

"Yeah, a friend." She said to me with her lip cocked.

That's when I realized. Nick had no idea who this bitch was. She had pushed him.

It only took a genius to figure out she's a pusher. I mean, her pupils would randomly change size and Nick was acting like he was high or something. Obvious.

"Pusher." I whispered under my breath.

"What?" she said.

"Nothing."

"No, what, bitch!"

"Don't call me a bitch!"

"You are a bitch. That's all you are. A dog.

"Okay. Who the hell are you, and stop pushing Nick!"

"Oh, dog, why? Is it a problem?"

"Um, yeah it is!"

"Well I'm sorry. Get used to me being around, too."

"Why is that, whore?"

"Don't even.

"Watch me."

"Oh yeah? You want to play fetch?"

"Haha. You just think you're so funny."

She slapped me across the face.

"Bitch, don't you touch me again."

"Why don't you just get out of the car, and stand there until a truck hits you?"

She was trying to push me. I put my head into my only leg I could use so my eyes didn't meet hers. Finally, I thought she gave up.

"Okay, "Nicole." I said to her. "Whom do you work for?"

"No one."

"Okay, you can stop acting all innocent now."

"I swear. On god's grave."

Obviously she was Christian.

"This is going to sound weird, but, I'm actually helping you guys."

"Yeah right."

"I'm serious. Carver has been after me for over three years now."

"Okay. You just tried pushing me into killing myself. I'm not dumb. WHO THE HELL DO YOU WORK FOR?"

"I'm telling the truth. It's just that I've had a dark history. It's always how I start problem's like this."

I couldn't trust her. I couldn't. Why would someone that just tried to kill her, all of a sudden be on her side?

"Okay. I believe you for now. But if you dare try to come near Nick or I, I will kill you. Got it?"

"Umm I guess?"

"Well you better."

"Um, before I tell you anything else, how did you know I was a pusher?"

"Just… don't talk to me."

With that, Nick was "un-pushed" or however you want to say it.

"WHO THE HELL IS THAT?" He yelled.

"She pushed you to let her get in the car and drive her around. And now she's telling me shit like she's on our side and was trying to get us farther north or something?"

"Well… So what exactly do you want to help us for?" He asked Nicole.

"It's hard to explain. When I was younger my mom and dad were murdered my division. And I've been in foster homes back and forth every month for the last nineteen years. And finally I've been able to have my own apartment for almost six months now. And I never want someone to go through what I did. Ever."

"Then why were you such a bitch earlier?"

"I guess… I don't really know. And I'm sorry for that."

For some reason deep inside me I knew she wasn't lying. It was a part of being a watcher. You could tell if someone was lying, so you can shoot him or her.

"Can we stop at my apartment?" She asked.

"Sure, whatever." Nick said as she gave him directions.

We stepped into "Nicole's" apartment and it was just like it was in my vision.

I sat on the couch, just like my vision.

"Why do we have to come here?" I thought to myself.

That's when I heard a scream. Nick.

A/N- Hopefully this chapter was better then the last one. (:

And I'm sad to say but if I don't get more hits on this I might cancel this story!

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