I'm back!!!! It is now 3 days till my SUMMER VACATION thrilled. So I will be able to write more and more now that it is summer time.

Also check out my new story it's a teaser thing if enough people like that I'll post that story. Also this chapter is dedicated to Coals to Newcastle, zhoudelian, and supersaiyanx for reviewing.

Here's chap 10

Disclaimer: I do not own Jane Austen.

Lizzie's thoughts.

Lizzie woke up on later Saturday night with a splitting headache. It took her a couple minutes to figure out why, and when she did a large groan escaped her lips. Her puppy lifted his head and looked at her weirdly and moaned. Lizzie gave her dog a look of contempt.

"I will let you out in a minute." She told him, and looked at the clock. She had been asleep for 4 hours it was 2 o'clock. She pulled herself out of bed and over to her still running laptop. She sat down and started thinking. How could Darcy ask me out I have been nothing but cold and distinct to him since I've known him. She pulled up her e-mail.

"I have to e-mail Jane boy then I'll let you out." She told her uninterested pup that started grooming himself. She shook her head and turned her attention to her e-mail, and was shocked to see she had an e-mail. She looked at her inbox she didn't recognize the e-mail. She was just about to delete it as junk mail when she noticed the subject.

Lizzie PLEASE READ don't DELETE!!!!!!!.

"Ok you have my attention," She said with a doubt. She looked at the sender and groaned.

"What the hell could he want!" she shouted, and put her hand in her hair and started twisting it round and round. She went to press delete and something stopped her like a voice in her head the sounded like her sister. It was saying give him a chance over and over. So she opened the e-mail.

Lizzie, please don't delete this as soon as you open it, but if you did I couldn't blame you. I want to explain my actions that you thought were so horrible. As you know your sister was my friend and if you're right I still consider her a friend. However last Saturday I was walking in the mall with my little sister and I saw your sister walking out of Macy's with an older woman I can only assume this is your mother. Any way my sister ran into a store and as I was about to follow her I over heard your mother telling your sister how proud she was that she managed to land a well off boyfriend who was older than her. I saw your sister smile and nod to your mother and they walked off. Now if you are quite sure about your sister not being a gold digger I will try to believe you, but it's hard considering what I saw.

"You wouldn't believe it if you knew my mother." Lizzie said sarcastically. She read on.

I would also like to address the other matter you pinned on me, the matter with George Wickham. In order for you to understand this I must tell you everything. Mr. Wickham Sr. was one of my fathers most trusted employees and because of that I spent a lot of time with Wickham as a child. When I was about 13 years old Mr. Wickham Sr. went to my father and told him how he wanted to know if he could have an early advancement in his paycheck because he had some unfinished loans that needed to be filled out right away. My father being the man that he was agreed right away. Every thing was fine until my father died when I was 15, and I was told that when I became 18 I would become the new C.E.O. of Pemberley Press. It was a few weeks later that when looking though my father's files, I noticed that money was continually being taken out of the company's account for the past 5 months. The whole length of time that my father had been sick someone had been taking money out. My father wouldn't had noticed because he had been so sick. I tracked the account and noticed that it was from Mr. Wickham's account. When confronted about he had no idea what I meant, because the company card hadn't been used for anything other than company things since 2 years before when he had needed some financial help. So Wickham Sr. confronted his son, and we found out that Wickham had been using the company card to get alcohol because it was in his father's name. Wickham Sr. and I decided that it would be best if he left the company because if word got out that so much money had stolen by him and I knew it wouldn't be good for me as new C.E.O. So he left I didn't hear of him till a year ago when I got an e-mail from Wickham Sr. asking for money to put aside for Wickhead. I agreed because I knew that when he had left he was a kind honest man. However something must have changed because 6 months later he asked for more money. I was cautious and had some men check where the first 3,000 dollars I gave him had gone. It turned out that they used it to go on a vacation to Florida. So I refused the request for money.

"This is bad but hardly so bad to make Darcy so made." Lizzie pondered and read on.

Now what I have to tell you I have only other told my cousin Rich. I was 15 when my father died; my sister was 7 years old. Now during the time after my father died but before I found out what Wickham had been doing, he baby sat my sister for a night. I thought nothing of it I was busy with the business, and at the time I didn't know what Wickham really was. So the night came and went, and I noticed nothing on how my sister acted. After that night she became withdrawn and shyer then before but I chalked it up to our father's death. Recently she confided in me that when Wickham watched her that night, he wasn't as nice as he had normally been to her. She told me that he hit her and locked her in her bedroom. Then she said that she heard music and people talking, with loud banging in the room next door with noises coming from it that she had never heard before. I think you know what was going on in the other room. My sister Georgi stayed in the room all night with no dinner and the next morning before I got back Wickham hit her again and told her that she couldn't tell me because it would kill me. Being 7 years old she believed him but knew that something was wrong about that night especially when he hit her. I hope this is a well explanation of why I acted the way I did. This is a faithful story of my dealing with Wickham you can refer to Richard for any of this information. I only add Happy Easter.

Fitzwilliam Darcy.

Lizzie reread the e-mail over and over till she had it memorized. She couldn't believe that she had been tricked. She looked at her cell phone at all of the texts George had sent her. Now that she looked over every thing about George how he had always tried to get her good opinion. Will had never tried to impress her with a sob story like Wickham had done. She felt stupid, humiliated and horrible about how she treated Darcy. She still didn't like him enough to be his girlfriend but she was repulsed by how she happened.

"Why can't life ever be easy?" Lizzie asked in frustration. She was going to try and e-mail him back. When Charlotte came bursting though the door.

"Hey sleepy head dinner time ready to eat?" Char asked her friend. Lizzie sharply turned to look at the clock and was shocked to see that it was 5 o'clock!

"Yeah I'm ready for dinner." Lizzie told her friend shocked at how long she had been reading Darcy's letter. She turned off her laptop and was about to go downstairs when she got an unexpected surprise.

"CANDENCE!!!" Lizzie yelled at her puppy who tucked his tail between his legs and ran out of the room.

"Yeah that will happen if you don't take him out Liz." Charlotte told her friend who was staring at the giant wet spot her puppy had made on the floor. "Have fun cleaning that up." Charlotte laughed and left the room with Lizzie banging her head repeatedly again the wall.

There's chap 10 I can update more now that it's summer time and I am really going to try to update more. Please review.