I usually don't update this fast but it's raining so there's not much else for me to do, just don't get angry if the next one doesn't get out as fast as this one.
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How is it that when you think about someone you don't want to see they magically show up. My good luck just keeps on coming.

"Is it really you, Mitchie?" my old neighbor asked me, squeezing his eyes at me, trying to see me clearly.

"Yeah, it's me, Nate," I snapped. My head was really hurting, and I wasn't in the mood for this.

I tried to get up once again, but I didn't get any farther than sitting up. I was really dizzy, and I couldn't seem to focus.

"Are you okay?" Nate asked, sitting down on his knees in front of me.

"What does it look like?" I know Nate didn't deserve my hostility, but I couldn't think clearly, and Nate and I had never really been friends.

"It looks like you are bleeding," he said, ignoring my sarcastic tone.

He reached out his hand and lightly touched the side of my head.

"Don't touch me," I hissed, slapping his hand away. My head was drooping, and I could see some blood on Nate's fingers. I hadn't realized that it could be that bad.

Nate sighed and then stood up.

"I know you don't like me very much, Mitchie, but you really need something to your head. Why don't you let me help you?" he offered, sticking out his hand to me. I looked between Nate's face and his hand. I couldn't decide on what to do.

I finally took a hold of his hand, knowing I couldn't get up by myself anyway. Nate smiled at me and took a hold on my shoulder with his other hand and pulled me up. I was just about to fall again when I got up. I was feeling really dizzy, but before I could do anything Nate had a hold on me.

"Easy," he said and tried to steady me.

I closed my eyes and took in a long breath. When I opened my eyes again, Nate was still holding me at the shoulders, while he looked at me with a concerned expression.

"Thank you," I whispered and moved a little backwards, getting out of his hold. I could focus now, but I could still fell the dizziness in my head and the pain.

"You are welcome," he said smiling at me.

"Is she okay?" someone yelled, and that was when I noticed that we weren't alone.

I turned around and saw Jason standing by his house. He looked truly concerned, and I felt guilty for snapping at Nate. They had both been concerned for me. That wasn't something that happened offend.

"She's fine. She just need to me patted up, and I think dad should check her. She may have gotten a concussion." He looked really serious, and even though he was talking to Jason he was looking at me while saying it.

(I wasn't sure what you meant here. I wanted to change it to: She just needed helped up, but I think dad should check on her.)

I couldn't really grasp what he was saying; I could just fell the pounding of my head.

"Dad isn't home right know. He's at the store," Jason explained while moving over to us.

"Well, we can just pat it up for her, and then we'll wait for dad." Nate said while he walked over to the box I had lost a few seconds ago. He started putting things in the box.

I was still trying to clear out everything they had just said, when Jason came over and started helping Nate. I snapped out of my daze and went over to do it myself.

"You don't have to do that. I can do it by myself. Thanks for the help and all, Nate, but I'm fine now," I said ignoring the pain in my head.

I started to bend down, but my head started spinning again. I straightened up as quickly as possible, hoping that they hadn't seen anything. I could just get them out of here and then get the stuff later.

I looked over at Jason finding him playing with my lamp; he for sure hadn't seen anything. I then looked at Nate, he was looking directly at me, and he had a hint of a grin playing on his lips.

"Forget it, Mitchie. I know you aren't fine so let us just do this, and then we will help you clean the wound." He was being straight forward with what he wanted. If I knew anything at all about Nate from the first 12 years of my life, it was that he was stubborn as hell and wouldn't listen to anything I had to say, but I had grown stubborn too.

"Okay," I said, and I could see the surprise in Nate's eyes. He was prepared for an argument, but I wasn't finished jet.

"Okay?" He raised his eyebrows at me. I just smiled shyly at him and nodded. He looked at me with suspicion, and then he started gathering my stuff once again.

"It's okay that you help me get my stuff, but I'm going to clean myself up. You don't have to help me with that, but thanks again," I said and gave Nate the biggest smile I could muster up. Nate didn't say anything. He just got the last things in the box, handed it to Jason and then slowly got up smiling at me to. I then started to get nervous, and Nate could see it on my face because as my smile was disappearing; his turned into a smirk.

"I think you underestimate us. You see we are two, and you are one. Other than that we are boys, and we aren't as dizzy and lightheaded as you are right now." He chuckled lightly as I gulped.

What was he going to do? He couldn't just force me, could he?

"You can't just make me do something I don't want to. That would be like kidnapping." I tried to be as strong powered as possible. I even put my hands on my hips trying to look tough and will powered, but I knew my voice had been trembling a little bit when I said it.

Why was afraid of them? It was stupid. I knew they wouldn't do anything. Had I really lost trust to everybody because of my father?

"Don't be stupid. We won't kidnap you. We are just trying to help," Jason spoke up for the first time. He seemed uncomfortable, like he didn't know what to do with the situation.

"Exactly, and besides, Mitchie, you have just moved here. You probably don't even know where your first aid kit is at this point, and your parents seem kind of preoccupied because of the move in. Why not let us help you?" He wasn't smirking or smiling anymore. He seemed extremely sincere, like he really wanted to help me.

I looked over at Jason and saw him nodding at what Nate had just said. I looked over at our new house and saw my parents in the kitchen window. They were setting up the kitchen and hadn't even noticed me falling.

I sighed and nodded. I knew he was right. I couldn't help myself, and my parents didn't have the time.

"Come on then," Nate said and nodded toward his house, and then he and Jason started walking.

I went after them throwing one last glance at my new house. I could hear them whispering something, so I went a little bit closer.

"What do you think he will say? " Jason asked sounding nervous.

"I don't know, and I don't care. It is their issue. Besides, I think she is a nice girl, and she needs our help. Haven't we always been taught to help people in need," Nate hissed, sounding kind of mad and sarcastic in the end.

"I think she is funny. It looked fun when she fell backwards," Jason said a little bit louder. I had to put a hand to my mouth so that they couldn't hear me laughing. Jason was cute in a teddy bear kind of way.

"Stupid," Nate just said and then sighed before he smacked Jason on the back of his head.

"Hey," Jason yelled sounding really offended. I couldn't help it; I actually started laughing.

Jason and Nate turned around and looked at me. Jason instantly smiled, and Nate just looked amused.

"You two are really weird," I said and walked ahead of them. They just stood there looking at each other with weird expressions, like nobody had ever told them that they where weird. "Are you coming or what?" I asked as I stepped into their garden.

This whole situation was so surreal. I had never expected to walk into their house ever again. I looked over at the boys while they made their way over to me. They had started whispering again, like I didn't know who they were talking about.

I looked around the room. It was a really nice kitchen. The whole house looked beautiful, at least from the outside. I hadn't seen anything else but the kitchen and the hall way. I had been situated at the same chair since I got here, and I was now alone.

Nate had just fixed my head and was now cleaning his hands. I didn't know what Jason was doing. It had taken some time cleaning my head because, well, I couldn't sit still. It hurt so badly when Nate had touched the wound that I almost started to cry like a little girl, but instead I had redirected my anger at Nate by shouting at him and moving around so that he couldn't get the job done. Nate had finally gotten enough of me and had yelled at me to sit still, or he would get Jason to hold me. After that, I had sat perfectly still, even though I had been doing a lot of wincing. I had thanked Nate when he was done, and then he had left to clean up. That was when I noticed that Jason was missing.

"Hey, Nate? Where did Jason go?" I yelled because I wasn't exactly sure where in the house he was.

"He went to pick up my father. Why?" I turned around when I heard his voice from behind me. He was walking down the stairs with a towel in his hand.

"No reason. I just didn't see him leave," I said as indifferent as possible.

He didn't seem to buy it. He cocked his head to the left and raised his eyebrow at me. I just shook my shoulders and looked to the side. I was usually the perfect liar. Why hadn't he bought it?

"Anyways, I think you'll be fine. Just keep the gauze on for today, and if your head hurts too much you should probably get it checked. And to be on the safe side my dad can check it when he gets here. He knows more about this stuff than I do," Nate said while drying his hands in the towel.

"Well thank you very much, Dr. Nate. Can I go check how it looks now?" I asked in a teasing voice. Nate was actually a pretty decent guy, at least that's how it seemed. He just rolled his eyes at me but also ended up smiling at me. I smiled back and stood up from the chair.

"Yeah, yeah. You can go. You know, you are a really inpatient patient." He raised a finger at me and looked all grown up. It was hilarious, and I couldn't help but laugh at him. In the end he ended up laughing too.

"The bathroom is that way," Nate said after calming down. He pointed in the direction he had just come from, which was up the stairs. I just kept laughing a little bit and went up the stairs. I quickly located the bathroom at the end of the hallway. It was a very big house there were four rooms without the bathroom upstairs.

After being in the bathroom I started making my way downstairs. The second door before the staircase stood open, and I couldn't help but look inside.

It wasn't what I had expected for a boys room, not at all. The walls were white with the exception of a red wall in the back of the room. On the wall there were posters with different bands and a beautiful black guitar. In the middle of the room there was a king sized bed with black sheets. Other than that there was a desk with a lot of books on it, and a big closet with a large mirror beside it. In the corner of the room there was a big screen TV, so that you could see TV from the bed. The room was clean and there wasn't any clothes lying around.

I was completely amazed. It was like a room I would have wanted. It was boyish but not too much. I really liked it. It probably belonged to Nate since it was so clean, but then in another way I couldn't picture him in here. Besides, hadn't this room belonged to Jason in the past? I couldn't picture him in here either. I looked down the hall to the room which I had spend almost all of my time the last time I had been living here.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of the door down stairs smacking. I quickly made it out of the room, and slowly walked over to the stairs not wanting to trip.

"Are you having guests?" I heard a girl ask downstairs. I slowly started making my way down the stairs, not wanting to disturb.

"Yes, a former friend suddenly showed up," I heard Nate say. Who was he talking to, and why was he calling me a former friend? We had never been friends, Nate had always been very shy. and therefore we had never gotten to know each other very well, even though I had spent a lot of time with his brother. The same thing went for Jason. We had never disliked each other nor had we used time together.

I reached the last step of the stairs when someone stepped into the room.

"Who is it?" he asked, and that is when he noticed me. At first it didn't seem as if he could see who I was. Then slowly relaxation dawned on his features.

Those emotions didn't last long though. They where hastily exchanged with a hint of anger and indifference. He fiercely looked me straight in the eyes, and I looked back at him just as strongly. Then he started sneaking glances at Nate, Jason, and the girl that was situated beside Nate.

The girl had curly brown hair, not as brown as mine but a chestnut brown. She looked really friendly, and she had a smile playing on her lips. She was looking at me with curiosity, and she seemed amused by the boys' behaviors.

"Mitchie," he snarled, and my gaze was lead back to him. It wasn't a question. It was just a statement. His voice was latched with anger, but I didn't really care right now. I just wanted to get out of here.

I ignored him and looked at Nate.

"Thank you for everything, Nate. You were a big help." I smiled and went over to shake his hand. He just graphed my hand and squeezed it. He seemed to understand that I just wanted to get away because he didn't say anything or ask for an explanation as to why I wanted to leave. He just kept sneaking glances at his brother. He didn't seem to approve of his behavior.

I went over to say goodbye to Jason, but unluckily for me Jason didn't get the hint.

"Are you leaving?" he asked and looked at me puzzled.

I just nodded and went all the way over to him.

"Thanks for the help, Jason." I offered my hand to him too, but he just took me by the shoulders and hugged me.

"You are welcome, Mitchie, but you don't have to leave."

"Yeah, I do, Jason. I need to get my things out of the truck. My parents aren't going to do it for me." I slipped. It came out rather irritated, but I quickly covered it with a grin and a little laugh. Jason smiled at me and nodded as if he understood what I meant. He would never understand.

I looked over at the girl. She was analyzing me but not in a stuck up manner. She was just trying to find out which kind of girl I was. I decided to be polite, even though I wasn't usually the outgoing type, but I had a feeling that I would like this girl. I went over to her and stuck my hand out at her.

"Hey. I'm Mitchie. Nice to meet you," I said as confident and nice as possible.

She looked at my hand for a second before she took it, and then she took me fully off guard by giving me a side-way hug. I normally never hugged anybody, and I always went stiff if somebody hugged me, but she didn't seem to mind she just squeezed me a little bit and smiled.

"Hello, Mitchie. My name is Caitlyn. Nice to meet you too. I'm looking forward to getting to know you. You seem like a really interesting person, especially since you can get them all to shut up by just walking into the room," she rambled, and I could see Nate shake his head behind her back. He was smiling bigger than he had before. When she was done talking, she just smiled at me and looked at the boys.

"Yeah, well, maybe they are just afraid of me," I said jokingly, but I shouldn't have said that because now I could see that the boy I was trying to avoid was getting angrier and more impatient. He was beginning to get uncomfortable and kept shifting from leg to the other.

She just laughed and so did I. It wasn't as fake as it used to be, but I was feeling rather uncomfortable too. I needed to get out of here before an argument started. I wasn't in the mood for that, and I didn't need this girl that I didn't know to see me on my bad side.

I smiled and went over to the door. He was standing right beside it, and he was looking straight at me. He still looked angry and a little bit irritated. I didn't understand why he had to be so angry. I wasn't angry anymore, but if he kept looking at me with those stupid eyes, I sure as hell could easily become angry.

I could feel them all looking at me. They were expecting me to say something to him or for him to say something to me. I wanted to say something, but I was afraid he would explode, so I made it short.

"Shane." It was only an acknowledgement, so that it wouldn't look like I was ignoring him completely. It was one word, and he wouldn't get anything else. I had done everything to hide every emotion when I said it, and all former sign of a smile was gone. I looked him straight in the eyes as I said it, and then I just wanted to get out of the door before he could get the chance to say anything.

I thought I had made it when I got to the front yard, but I thought wrong once again.

"It has been lovely hearing from you the past year, Mitchie. I must say, you have an interesting life."

I stood frozen to the ground. I knew he wasn't standing far from me. I could almost feel his glare in the back of my neck, but I wasn't intimidated. I was furious.

I knew he was expecting a reaction from me, a big one probably. That was exactly why I didn't give him one. He didn't know me anymore, and he didn't deserve to.

I just kept walking. I said nothing. I didn't even turn around even though I wanted to so badly. I would have loved to have seen his face when he finally understood that I wasn't going to answer him.

When I came back I just started unloading my things and then started unpacking, but it was now around eight and I was still not done. I hadn't been able to concentrate all day, partly because of the silence from my parents, and partly because of Shane.

We were now sitting at the dinner table eating some pizza. None of us where saying anything. In fact, I hadn't talked to any of them since I had gotten home. They hadn't even noticed me being gone for around an hour when I was over at the Grays' house.

Now we just sat here in silence, and I wasn't even eating anything really. The same piece of pizza had laid on my plate for over ten minutes by now.

I could tell that my mother was trying to get eye contact with me, but I refused. I wasn't going to say anything, not until one of them explained why we were here of all places.

My father then slammed his fork down on the table, but I still refused to look at him.

"Would you stop with the attitude? It is really getting on my nerves!" He snapped at me, and I could see his hands cleansing into fists, but for once I didn't care.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I want to know why we are here. Neither of you have said anything. You don't even tell me why we have to move. Hell, you didn't even tell me we were moving until this morning. I didn't get to say goodbye to anybody, but I could have lived with that. I have gotten used to it, but I demand to know why we are here," I said, finally looking my dad in the eyes. Even though his eyes could probably kill by now, I stood my ground. I wanted to know, and I didn't care what he would do.

"You spoiled girl. You get to experience different places, and you get everything you ask for. And then you have the nerves to demand anything from me. I don't have to explain anything to you. You just have to do what you are told. You may not be happy about us being here, but can't you see that your mother and I are very happy? You are ruining everything!" He yelled at me and took a hold on my arm.

I knew he wouldn't hit me. He never hit me, but he would yell and put me into my room by force. I knew that. In the worst case scenario, he would let it go out on my mother later on, but most likely only if she started defending me. It didn't look like she had anything to say though. She just looked down avoiding eye contact with either of us.

"You know Mom is only acting happy because you want her to. How can she be happy when we always have to move because of your stupid unfaithfulness? And we are probably only here so that you can torture her even more and me too." The moment it left my lips, I knew I shouldn't have said it.

I had never gone up against him before, and I definitely hadn't mentioned the fact that he was cheating before.

So when the fist came towards me, it didn't surprise me. The fact that everything got black the second it hit did.

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