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Note from the Author: Hey guys! This update was a little late. Only because it was super duper long! This is actually part one of the finals chapters. As I look back at my journey through this story I realized my title really had no relevance to the plot. What ever. Any way… This chapter has some glee stuff in it. Just because I miss it now that it's on break. Thanks for all the reviews! I really appreciate it!

Chapter 14

Opening the apartment door, I tried to quietly close it behind me. I tip-toed through the living room, then made my way to our bedroom. The light snoring stopped me in my tracks. My memory went back to the first time I heard that sound. It was about five years ago. She was in the hospital, sleeping, and all I could think about was how perfect she was. She still is.

I opened the blinds letting the morning light in. Laying on the bed, I propped my self up on my elbow and placed a kiss on her forehead. She stirred and her dark eyelids fluttered open, adjusting to the sunlight.

She let out a high pitched yawn and I laughed. She smiled. "What's so funny?"

I shrugged. "You're just really cute."

She leaned forward capturing my lips. As the kiss progressed, she positioned herself on top, straddling my waist. "Maya," I gasped as her kisses trailed down my neck. "Maya, as much as I love this, we have to stop." The darker girl sat up, with confusion written all over her face. "I have the whole day planed out for us."

"Oh really?" She smirked, intertwining our fingers together.

"Yes, and I didn't add in any time for your compulsive sexual urges."

I laughed as she gasped. "I have no idea what your talking about!" She jumped off the bed and walked over to the bathroom. She turned before entering. "I'm not even going to invite you to shower with me." She turned on her heel, lightly closing the door. I heard the water turn on, and her head poked out of the door. "But if you want-"

I interrupted her. "Maya-"

"Fine, fine, fine." She pouted and retreated back into the bathroom. After a few moments she yelled over the shower. "Where are we going anyway?"

I was in the kitchen making breakfast. "You'll see!" I called back while setting the plates.

A lot had changed since five years ago. When graduation neared, we decided to apply to colleges close together. My swimming scholarship got me into the University of Michigan. When Maya was accepted there with a full ride scholarship, we decided we might as well go to the same university. Leaving Rosewood wasn't as hard as I suspected. It felt like the right move, if I planned on ever moving on from that year. My father went back to the force, this time, a training base in Texas. After getting our undergraduates, mine in psychology and Maya's in law, we bought an apartment together.

Since then, things couldn't be better. At first, getting used to each other's living habits was difficult. I was a neat freak, and Maya didn't feel the need to clean the dishes right after meals. This caused a little conflict, but we got over it.

We had two anniversaries. It wasn't exactly normal, but it worked for us. One day, which took place yesterday, was Maya's day to choose. Previous years we went to some of the local clubs, then out to dinner afterward. But this year was different. The entire day we lay in bed and watched our favorite movies. Though most of the time we were preoccupied with other things, the movies seemed like good ones. That day was our anniversary of the day Maya said she loved me. It's one I'll never forget.

-FLASHBACK-

"It's going to be fine," Maya said as she pulled me into a hug. Today had been more than stressful. After Amanda's trial, my father took Maya and I to the grill for lunch. I was too nervous to eat. There was this feeling in my stomach that wouldn't go away. Maya saw me picking at my salad and turned to my father.

"Mr. Fields," he looked up from his coffee. "May Emily and I go for a walk?"

He nodded smiling slightly. Since the incident at the police station, he had been strong, but I knew he was breaking on the inside. I couldn't imagine how hard this was for him. The woman he loved, his wife, had changed, and he couldn't do anything about it. As we stood, I walked over to his side and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Why did you want to go for a walk?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"You have to talk about this, get it out. Otherwise, it's going to eat at you, Emily." She stopped in mid- step, taking my hands into hers. "Talk to me." I had been looking at my feet unintentionally and looked up to meet her eyes. I sighed before walking with one of her hands in mine. "Where are we going?" She asked.

"A place where I can talk." We walked over to my spot in the park. We sat under the big maple tree. Crossed legged, we faced each other, and she grabbed my hands. Once again intertwining our fingers.

She waited patiently for me to talk first. I looked down and at our hands and tears came to my eyes. "I-I'm just happy you're here. I just want things to be okay for once." She moved so she was sitting next to me. I rested my head on her shoulder, as her arm draped over mine.

"All I can tell you," she started. "Is things will get better. I can promise you that."

"But when?"

"I'm not sure, but I'll be there for you, Emily."

I looked up at her, and kissed her on the cheek. She kissed my forehead as I laid my head back down on her shoulder. "How do you do it Maya?"

"Do what?"

"Stay so calm. With everything that's happened this year, I don't understand why you're not scared and angry."

She sighed. "I am. But I believe that everything always works out at the end. No matter how bad it gets, it'll be okay in the end."

"And how does the defendant plead?"

"Guilty, your honor," Mrs. Hastings responded.

"Okay, Mrs. Fields. You are facing two counts of contract murder."

Maya and my father were on either side of me. I was holding each of their hands, waiting for the verdict.

"Before we hear the verdict, would the defendant like to make a testimony?" The judge asked.

"Yes, Pam, go ahead." Our lawyer motioned for my mom to stand up.

She stood in an orange jumpsuit, handcuffs constricting most of her movements. "You're honor," she started. "I believe my actions were justifiable. My daughter was in trouble and I just had to protect her." She paused momentarily. "Toby wasn't a good guy, Emily should not have been talking to him. I just knew that he was going to hurt her and I just couldn't let that happen. The same thing with Maya." We both stiffened at the mention of the darker girl's name. I looked over at Maya; she had tears threatening to fall over. "I just didn't want Emily to go through any unnecessary pain. When she grows up, life's going to be hard on her..." She suddenly turned, immediately catching min and Maya's eyes. She shook her head smirking slightly. Maya gripped my hand tighter. "One day," she said cutting through me with her eyes, "You'll with she would have died that night."

"Alright. Alright. Mrs. Fields that's enough." The judge said, banging her gavel. My mother sat down, slowly turning to face the judge.

"Mrs. Pam Fields, being charged with two counts of contract murder means I must sentence you with what I deem appropriate. I sentence you to 35-50 years in jail with no chance of parole." She hit the gavel onto the block. "Next case." Two officers went over to my mother, pulling her towards the back exit. The entire time she had her eyes on me, smiling. That smile is what broke me; She really thought she did the right thing.

Maya took me back home after my breakdown at the courtroom. Dad and Mrs. Hastings went to her office to discuss our family's future.

Once we were inside, Maya laid me down on the bed. "Stay here, I'm going to start the shower." Soon she was back, and guiding me into the bathroom. She pointed to the counter. "There's a fresh pair of clothes and a towel. I'll be right out side if you need me." She turned closing the door as she left.

I nodded before stripping down and jumping in. The water was hot, but not warm enough. I had to wash the day off. The need was too great. I grabbed the towel and started scrubbing till it hurt. In the middle of the washing, I broke down. One, because of the pain, and two, because of how desperate I felt. I hated this. Why did my mother feel the need to do this? I curled up in the corner of the shower and sobbed. I felt helpless and afraid. Mostly afraid of the future. My mother was no longer in my life, and it killed me. The image of her smiling at the trial kept my tears going. She didn't regret hurting Maya and Toby. I wondered is she knew how much her actions hurt me.

The heat of the shower ran out and I realized how long I must have been sitting there. After turning off the cold water and putting on the shorts and tank top Maya laid out, I walked into my room. Lying on my bed, Maya looked up from the magazine she was reading. "How was your shower?" She asked walking over to me.

"Fine," She placed a kiss on my cheek before embracing me in a hug.

Pulling away, our eyes met. Hers searched mine. "You were crying."

I nodded before breaking down once again in her arms. She guided me over to the bed and laid down next to me. She rubbed circles on my back as I sobbed into shoulder.

Soon the crying stopped. "You were wrong." I choked out.

"About what?"

"It's never going to get better Maya."

She sat us up, so we had no choice but to look into each other's eyes. "It will get better. As long as we have each other we'll be okay. I- I love you Emily."

Ending Note: One more chapter! I really hope you guys liked this one. Review! It keeps me motivated to keep writing for this site. Review! Please!